RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silently talking in another whisper of higher intellect,
collating the benefits of ancient history being
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Talented people sitting around,
waiting their turns to sing songs
on an evening filled with karaoke.
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Walking down empty streets, noticing the signs ahead,
wanting to find my way to destinations into outer spaces.
Soliciting new dimensions of sensory perception as it
hits my mind, giving me pause.
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Aligning thoughts, spreading them around and aggravating them with an anxiety wrought from not having all memories intact.
Climbing aboard a razor sharp idea, taking it's element and behavior into consideration.
Acknowledging it's presence, now stationary in my life.
Watching it permeate and slowly take over little by little.
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Deeply profound, set in the bottom of my mind, checking what is there in hopeful chests of thought.
Bringing feelings into clouds of heaven, as they fall around me in desperate moods of resignation.
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Oblivious to the suffering and pain all around, a maintenance worker rakes leaves out from around desert landscapes, totally into his own thoughts and life.
It's not his fault though, because we are all such self-absorbed people, living in our own worlds, trying to exist in spite of others around us.
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Regaling life with parades and parties,
developing social skills and learning
words, being filled with their meanings,
grasping onto beautiful prose.
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Seeing things in black and white, that's the way life
is to me.

It's like trying to do something, either you do it or
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