RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dreaming of another landscape that keeps a heart decorated in its essence through the years, noting that reality has come about once again.

Never losing the magic and promise of a time past, separating as in one final swoop, our hearts terminated in the reality of who we are, letting go of it all and moving into the past. also.
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Bouncing rhythms lively and entertaining, explicit and lovely in the circles of notes as they're tossed around in the wonder of a life that has to boogie day and night, nothing else will do.

Promenading down interior streets of a long-range love under the moon, walking along, never suspecting anything at all when suddenly being face to face with someone who loves you.
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Traipsing all over the world while sitting in an armchair, mind enjoying an imaginational joy of subconsciousness as many portraits of what will be seen in each of them.

Selecting the most beautiful and enticing environment in a mind, intellect taking every scenic view into a wonderful scenery of what may be one day be reality in a poem.
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Sounding like thunder billowing into a quiet night, slowing down into a silent current of a river that turns up out of nowhere.

Rescuing an interior spiritual life from evil and corruption that's been filling this world, smiles having been erased by politically correct people with hatred in their hearts.
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Crystals of love and life rising in a sunrise each morning, a vitality of rhythms calling to solitude as it lies down in pools of euphoria.

Feeling the weight of years falling from these shoulders as crystals bluened by the Divine are dwelling within a moment of endearment in this life sometimes.
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Mind focusing on the future, delving into aspects of its destiny that takes its time in melodies of chance.

Designing omens of a lifetime in chance moments that flow along rhythms as they find their way out onto the floor.
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Vulnerable, gentle imagery coming together in music that moves slowly into your soul, not wanting to take your heart, afraid to crush your spirit accidentally.

Not wanting to be the one who deserts you, walking away before your heart thinks it has a chance with this cheating man.
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A mourning sound, a voice singing of sorrow and sadness found in this world far too often.

Is there any way to bring life around, content to find a way through life, slow and steady, a path to joy and happiness?
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Following traces of yesterday through tears falling about, not ashamed of the love that has brought them into a being, lost, alone and forgotten.

Hiding behind a mask of persuasion, hoping that this circular world will stop and take its place in the beauty and wonder of what it holds for those who look for it in their lifetimes.
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Decisiveness being calculated in the moment - a state of mind open to interests of others, not all together living the truth, following instead into tombs of an unusual pattern.

One that somehow doesn't seem to be comprehensive in a future of nowhere to be found in the moments of what is not meant for us.
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