RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching for the outskirts of another dimension, wanting
to escape earthly ones and travel into the deeper ones
interiorly.
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Thinking and listening in the quiet stillness of an early
morning, feeling the heat of a new day warming intellect,
seeing ideas clearly and writing from each of them.
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Tossing and turning in the middle of morning, feeling
empty and defeated, having nothing to live for now.

A promise of lasting love has been torn from me in an
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Finding a path that leads away from life, not wanting to
live right now on this earth, just wanting to be a soli-
tary entity, left to myself to write only.
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Sleeping in depths of intellect, dreaming of a life without
pain and suffering, for that's the only time it will happen
is in sleep.
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Silently being angry, not caring to talk about it,
so I am writing it away into the universe construct-
ively.
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Walking into the wilderness of a new world that has been
turned upside down, all topsy turvy.

Nothing seeming acceptable anymore except evil, pedophilia,
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Collapsing all around us, destruction of our freedom
by obama and his miniions, all out war now beginning.

United States wants nothing to do with the UN or one
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Sinking into depths of my being, locating reasons penetrat-
ing this mind with equations of tomorrow's beauty and fill-
ing nature with an essence of intellectual effervescence.
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Changing everything as I go along in writing, testing my
experiments of thought to expectations of reality.

Always being able to go beneath the lies and illusions
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