RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Choosing only to do good, helping others whenever possible,
if only to BE there for them in times of need, knowing that
is what is expected by God.
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Rushing through the desert, seeing it's vast and arid atmosphere,
feeling it's total isolation and bereaved heart at being so lost
and forlorn.
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Moving in all directions at once mentally, taking in a variety
of subjects, issues, activities, able to concentrate and focus
totally without effort.
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Going deeply within, treasuring E flat minor tones and feelings
that capture imagination and bring out that which has been hidden
always.
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Morning softly moving towards an afternoon of solemn thoughts
in avenues of grayened skies above, thinking of all the evil
and hatred that has somehow been born these days.
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Life moving in opposite directions at once in times of loss,
wanting death to overtake us, but it does not, instead we
continue living in the paralysis death has left us with.
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Intense and wonderful tones feeding mind and brain with their
rhythms, taking this mind further into another dimension where
pain is beginning to fade in the distance.
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Listening to the tick tock of time down the hall, counting out
existence in tunnels and passages through the years, bringing
me into realms of subconsciousness where people rarely dare enter.
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Steadily moving forward through rhythms and tempos, mind
always keeping up, using innate talent to form knowledge
interiorly.
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Standing on the edge of the future, sun rising for a final
time on a sunsetical horizon, everything seemingly brightly
focused intensely within.
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