RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking through the music of interior rhythms,
listening to melodies of my heart beat to the
incessant breaths of my lungs.
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Helicopters rising, music playing to the red, white
and blue, Americans taking a stand.

People from every background, locked and loaded, all
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Silently watching as our politicians let muslims and
isis think they are going to take over America.

We the People are not stupid, we know what they are
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Intrepid meanings sitting back while life's intensity
begins every morning when the sun rises.

Losing self in nature, walking through the desert alone,
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Stepping into the twilight, an all-knowing intellect
being accompanied by inner contemplation.

Spirituality rising like smoke from a fire blazing
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Thoughts being illuminated through the darkness,
being touched by innate talent as music begins
to play.
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Through the centuries many scrolls have been written
on parchment and even tree bark.

Trying to preserve the history of a people for the
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Silence enthroned within my soul, glistening like
a diamond mind beneath earth.

Atmosphere filled with the quiet sound of rhythm,
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Being tempted by inner desires, capturing thoughts
of love and pictures of being held.

Many picturesque landscapes finding their way across
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Racing onto avenues of intellect, thoughts running
throughout this mind, finding spaces where they can
fit in and be accepted through music.
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