RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Ready to slip into the night, time to disappear and
give in to the sandman.
Ducking into back alleys, finding my way back home,
taking time and not hurrying.
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Inspiring thoughts begin to flow the moment music
starts it's rhythm, taking me to outermost limits
of intellect.
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Energizing intuition within, taking away all earthly
woes as I fly into inspiration's realms, totally
immersed in the knowledge of irregular rhythms.
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Restfully exercising my mind, taking rhythms to
sublime heights within my soul.

Happenings beginning in visions, coming forth in
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Needing times of quiet to ponder existence of futility,
watching endeavors fall to the wayside while
contemplating a form of suicide today.
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Traipsing in thoughts, musical beats tread on inner
paths of my brain.

Awakening it's focus, highlighting the subconscious-
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Finding words of fancy and depth, putting them
together, arranging all to an anticipatory
collection of worth.
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Steadily walking alone in forests of beautiful dreams,
watching them become reality without even trying.

Light filtering onto lanes of integrity, being
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Complicated rhetoric swaying itself up and down scales
of languid ideas, bringing up fascinating mysteries of
interior living, occasionally becoming reasons for
doing things differently.
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Be-bopping down avenues of joy untold.
Reaching for melodies just out of sight.

Lively jumping to beats, counting out
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