RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tempos finally speeding up, taking mind and spirit into the center
of all things extraordinary, hoping for conclusions that break
sound barriers taking hearts and souls into other dimensions.
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Easy-going beats now leading mind and intellect along
blossoming fields of roses that never seem to diminish
through the years.
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Slowly sidestepping parts of life that live in a silent
trauma from way back when.

Somehow it always rears its head at the most inopportune
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Eyes remembering all the tears that have been shed through the years, their sadness never being erased from a heart that's been broken and ripped apart by the evil, vile and disgusting lust of a drunken man.

Always hoping that some day a fire will enter this being, burning its
evil away, so it can be forgotten, freeing this being from the violence of that time, never having deserved such a traumatic thing
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Rising and falling in measures of chords, notes and music as it
instills an essential tranquility into our beings, forever moving
into rooms filled with memories that have never been forgotten.
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Open roads traveling out into another world, many prospects are
awakened and taken along the desert where not many will tread
these days.
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Pushing time in different directions as days wear on
and nights have not come into their own as yet.

A tender-hearted word or two gives people a way to
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Music flowing in every direction, touching hearts as they are
dipped in colors of rainbows, their sounds reverberating like
a dream that wants to be fulfilled in dimensions of yet another
possibility.
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Thoughts holding on so tightly, not wanting to be left alone,
feeling facets that never seem to be out front when they're
needed.
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Slow songs playing feelings in the darkness and shadows of lonely
yesterdays where nothing seems to matter as time wears on.

No less than an interior feeling comes around wanting to be kept
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