RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Living in an extraordinary life of entertainment, a
musician telling of love in songs of the heart, coming
clean as love finds its way into one another's souls.
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Running around, looking over edges of this life, wondering
how we ever made it this far in a lifetime filled with
sacrifices, stress, turmoil grief and loss.
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Italian songs being sung here at the Sicilian Butcher,
time to say good night and part ways, but not wanting
to end our time here together.
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Listening to all the political nonsense going on everywhere
all over the world, finding out so much about other countries,
knowing they've been talked to by the Clintons, Schumer, Kerry,
from our own government.
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Feelings of love coming into hearts everywhere, yet we human
beings having little understanding of what being in love in-
volves.
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Mind floating, drifting into other dimensions just to see
what's going on in their atmospheres, looking also into a
subconsciousness where innate talent resides.
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Sounds suddenly turning into rainbows of color, beating
and pulsating to exacting rhythms as they play incessant-
ly in motions of whatever happens to meet with intellect's
designs and patterns.
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Whiling the day away, deep into prose while listening to music,
enjoying the positive atmosphere that it gives so eloquently,
spending hours alone in subconscious depths of innate knowledge.
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Alone and heart-broken, having been hurt by someone claiming
their true love completely and always, now looking back, real-
izing there never was any love, ever.
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Reality checking in at times, preferring to focus on the ideas
in hand, explicit thoughts flowing, blending and giving rise
to many more interesting things in details of unknowing.
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