RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Escaping this life through music, finding my way as
notes lead me into fertile fields of a temptuous and
lively interlude.
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Filling the atmosphere with integrity and soaring high
into the sky, leaving no doubts as to where, why or
how life is connected to rhythms.
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Illuminating the florescent beauty of integrity as it
innocently is being portrayed on shores of inner aging.

Calamities also happening through life, yet not affect-
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Standing in tempos, wanting to step into their measures
with an unlimited supply of energy, watching as it rises
ever higher within.
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Totally rocking to rhythms of every measure, being
sent into the interior intellect of my mind, always
riding notes as they take me into depths and heights
of other worlds.
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Tender and dear, your love is to my heart, pure and so
innocent, calling to me within an incessant and vibrant
melody.
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Living in the shadows, hoping to never be seen in this
life again, looking through the misty curtains of death,
wondering how life can ever overcome it's grasp.
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Rapid changing and altering of interior prose, giving
an energy as I walk into the darkness of my future.

Reasoning, cooperating and tantalizing me to traipse
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Playing an interior piano, up and down chords, defining
patterns and designs of an ulterior motive as I unwind
in a tunnel of innate intelligence.
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Jumping chords, mystifying rhythms, giving them an
altogether different tone in a twilight atmosphere
of another pattern.
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