Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Arteries Of Becoming


Lasting endeavors filter through thickened hazes of yesterday,
unfolding their presence in front of inner worlds.
Forcing particular moments to stand out and be recognized
for what they are.
Major moments in life, where sacrifice and compassion have
stood the test of time, involving others through mercy of
behavioral benedictions, stifling evil.
Keeping it from the center of living and dying, just to be
part of a dream centered in major arteries of becoming.
Allowing others to become themselves in the future.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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