RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Resusitating energy, watching nature before me as
it recharges inner batteries, experiencing many
thoughts, continually wanting to know the truth.
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11: 01 a.m.
My heart is filled with ghosts of love that filled it
once upon a time, now all have become just disappearing
ghosts of death's embrace.
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Defining things from what we know, gained through
experiences of our lives while we are living.

What of our experiences of dying, how exactly are
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Hopping up and down, feeling joy that's being filtered
through this being from harmonies and melodies, contin-
uing practicing their intense flavors of color within.
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Riding through dusty trails of an Arizona desert, back in
the saddle again, delivering thoughts along with streams
of fast-paced rhythms.
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There are people in this world who don't care about others,
using them, draining them completely, not being there for
someone they've only taken advantage of through the years.
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Nostalgic and serene, taking intellect into realms of an
inner dimension, yet being aware of all the people here,
smiling, talking, meeting others of like minds.
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Whining for life as we search for it's beginnings only
here at it's ending.

All of life placed in measures of time, yet we have
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Walking rhythmically in unison, doing line dances together,
having fun and traipsing into places of enjoyment that seem
to tempt and taunt everyone.
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