RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rocking away the ending of yet another day, feeling excitement being reawakened and sent into rhythms that have a solid reason for being wide awake.

Flowing in musical spheres, rising above clouds of another reason, behaving in a positive way and mood, taking turns on roads of tomorrow.
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Sun sets upon the horizon leaving no clues at all as to who this poet is, reality seems to have glossed over and fallen away in the midst of a corrupt and evil world.

One filled with pedophilia, pedovores, rapists, murderers of human defenseless babies and children, a total horrendous side of humanity in this day and age.
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Walking down well-worn trails of yesterday that have fallen away, leaving very little reminders of what used to be there.

Now many pages of history have been turned and forgotten as the world turns and falls into disarray well into the future.
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Drums brushing rhythms rapidly through the night, upsetting the normal scheme of things that used to be known, but now there's nothing left of what we were taught as children.

Morals, ethics, values now non-existent, writhing in their nonsense and fake lies that have been loosened in the media, turning people against one another.
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Songs, reminders of the past and what we loved as children, most having found an inner peace that collects the remnants
of a past that we all could recognize.

Now being lost in the turmoil of corruption and hideous crimes upon babies, children and women being tortured, raped and torn apart in the corruption of a socialist/communist world right now.
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People taking life into a landscape of what we would love to live in, no crime, corruption or murder, going back to the good old days when people care and had compassion for one another.

Doors weren't locked, thieves were few and far between, homeless veterans and people taken into our homes, fed along with our own families and treated with respect and dignity, something that doesn't always happen nowaday.
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Rhythms and their motion taking all of us into a lively anticipation like a train on the tracks gathering everyone together and moving into the distance.

Train whistle blowing and giving no signal of emotion or feelings at all, just moving down the tracks, going into the future alone.
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Sounds of a country-western band filling this being with a contemplative attitude that soothes and comforts this soul and spirit throughout life.

Staying whole, never steering or veering into the corruption of life that has now becomes a hatred by racists and intolerable people spreading lies and illusions around the globe.
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Walking through pathways of life with lonely and empty hearts being left on non-existent roads by most everyone in this world today.

Melodies being portrayed in the essence of darkness and its ebony shadows that belong to no one these days, human beings having become extinct thanks to a new world order.
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Life skidding over the surface of the ocean, never looking below, just drifting in all directions without any preference.

Buying time in rhythms and music, lying back and loving beats and tempos as they take mind and intellect into time.
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