RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Challenging ordinary paths of life, never being satisfied
with olden ways.

Taking on undiplomatic pursuits brought to light by un-
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Forte of a man's voice freezing her in mi-track, blindly
searching her mind for a way out.

There was none, falling inside, choking on helplessness,
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Images of betrayal fill minds, broken lives are filled with
darkness.

Acting out horrible deeds of yesterday, physically hurting,
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Shaking earth beneath this mind, rhythms flowing
endlessly, taking all thoughts into a sphere of
intellect, never letting them be wasted on land
fills like other people do.
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Sauntering slowly down pathways of life, seeing every detail
and stowing it on photographic screens within.

Loving how they fit so well into picture puzzles of this mind,
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Stepping high, placing every idea within a pattern
or design of nature and it's rhythm, categorizing
the essence and passion of everything in these
particular aspects of it's unforgettable desires.
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Chrome reflections are shining in the darkness and corners
of this mind, meeting in clearings of forests as I imagine
them one by one.
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Dislocating areas of my brain that I want to expand,
following their new openings into deserts of tomorrow's
paintings.
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Walking quietly through forests standing within this mind,
scenting thoughts with their pine tree aromas, a lucid,
complete pathway along, narrow ways of ideas.
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Masquerades throughout life have their purposes I guess,
unknowing facets of their meanings sometimes becoming known,
yet still standing back, haunting this mind with thought.
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