RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Residing in depths of creative juices, drinking them in,
filling up an essence with every ounce of rhythm that
they squeeze from music.
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Trains rolling down the tracks, allowing rhythm to take a
solo journey down paths of life.

Forging ahead, always moving into the future, not holding
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Walking into dreams, looking for the love lost so long ago,
not even knowing about it until now.

Perfect being that should have been with me when younger,
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Sensations are abounding, giving all levels of excitement
and discovery.

Playing with rhythms, changing, rearranging them to suit
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Staccatoly moving through intense rhythms of wipe out being
played by Neil.

Such intense beats and tempos, taking us into circumferences
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Traveling down the road, looking to see sights never seen
before, always ready for a new adventure, wanting to learn
and explore everything.
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Hopping to the melody of a new experience, adhering to the
majestic beauty of outer limits.

Taking all exhilaration and liveliness into the atmosphere,
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Stepping quickly into the skating area of life, where
adventures and discoveries are open and inviting.

Shining bright lights into interior beauty watching
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Crying incessantly into the atmosphere, not caring if anyone
sees, living in abject loneliness even though people are all
around.
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Singing along to rhythms of interior blues, going into lonely
corridors of abandonment.

Having sweet dreams of yesterday, not wanting them to end,
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