RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Ringing in the complacent mood I'm gathering - live music hitting my being.
Sololy portraying life as I write, giving an essence to everything I see here in poetry.
Slashing and sliding up and down a guitar, giving me such exquisite feelings that I never want to die, only live to hear it for all eternity.
Music causing me to dive into realms of imagination as I move constantly forward in processions of poetical musings.
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Searching through many ideas, inventing things as I go along with
peaceful thoughts being generated in my mind.
Never leaving anything to chance, beginning with a word of
happenstance.
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Listlessly listening to small talk, making comments from time to time, hoping the conversation would soon be over.
Trying to be polite, not interested in what's being said, wanting only to listen to the music being played by the band.
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Listening intently to patterns of density in rhythms, and locating inner portraits of yesterday's tomorrow.
Following exacting measures, counting every beat with precision and holding on to musical interludes everlastingly.
Brightened illumination creases my mind, unfolding it openly to be seen in timeless harmonies.
Always sitting on edges, bringing up many views of life that I can see and express.
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Singularly listening to interludes of life
held deeply within intellect's wisdom and imagination.
Carrying forth all thoughts that accumulate in spirals
of adherent beauty.
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Patterns of the environment circle and taunt, pushing me to notice every detail formed and shaped by intellect.
Solidly testing ideas as they are being created one by one.
Amazing feats of memory, taking me on roller coaster rides through yesterday and all it's trials, suffering and happiness.
Serving me in depths of lifelong endeavors through poetical musings, carrying me forward into a future destiny of my own creation.
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