RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rhythms taking a mind home to New Jersey where life was tenderly beautiful, living on 75 acres as a child.

Such a wonderful carefree time to be a child, loving the peaceful forest surrounding our home.
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Looking at people's eyes and faces, seeing the pain that they've hidden for years.

Living alive, but not participating in life, holding onto another, not knowing what they really want in this life.
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A voice now singing, hesitant at times, questions finding their way onto pathways that wind through the years, no one to walk with.

Love never transpiring in the throes of life, just haphazardly slipping and falling, being alone without anyone there to catch you when you fall, just sleeping alone.
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Blue lights streaming all around the inside and outside of T and T, contributing to an atmosphere of being happy, watching joy climb into bed with a heart of innocence.

Never thinking anymore of it, falling asleep, eyes closing for the night, not even thinking of tomorrow and what it may bring with the morning sunshine.
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Rhythms marching up and down streets, wandering thoughts being called out in echoes of another time.

Feeling muscles tightening in stressful situations, using mind and intellect in order to dispel any and all negatives.
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Traveling in and out of lost and found moments of life, hoping to hold onto them forever.

Precious times with your children through the years, holding to memories of what has always been traced in our minds.
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Hot rock touching this mind, alleviating the boredom of slow songs that were being played earlier.

Now feet stepping to rhythms that are fully awakened and taking to the melodies that're being fully awakened.
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People come from all walks of life, different and varied countries, trying to live in peace and harmony throughout this lifetime.

Holding onto years, but they still keep slipping away, not wanting to be tied down, just living in freedom, no ties to those who want to put people in cages.
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Cold, lonely beings just wanting to be held and hugged, wanting to feel the intimacy while being able to.

Knowing that when leaving the dance floor they will no longer have that human touch.
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Sailing into the surface of the sea, waiting and watching as all feelings of energy are being separated and kept in solemnity
for now.

Singing and moving ahead while mind and heart never seem to follow suit, not able to stay awake or alert in the evening, instead leaving everything in the middle of the sea.
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