RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Breaking in two, unheeding the disparity of living.
Hoping only to be at peace within parameters
of silent love on far horizons, enlightened in ways
we know nothing of.
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Silent incriminations falling down around me,
sending darkness to cover my heart's eyes.
Lights falling away into the evening,
giving no hope to continue on life's pathways.
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Singing tunes one after another while playing keyboard and drums to their heart's content.
Visualizing every note as it places itself on lines and spaces of my soul's delight.
Holding all symphonies like treasured memories, acclimating them to inner desires, picturing landscapes with rhythmical precision.
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Coalescing thoughts into an ideal circumference,
engineering very practical purposes.
Giving plenty of room to begin placing more thoughts into the mix.
Forming plenty of creative memories within a soul's inner circle.
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Looking into mirrors, watching reflections of other people,
along with their emotional content.
Being enticed by surroundings of the environment as it folds
me into a wired message of life.
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Focusing interior strengths onto pages of verse,
returning cycles of verdant prose,
catapulting feelings onto pathways of beautiful music
as it swerves into canyons of wakeful thought.
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Filling empty thoughts with photographic memories set in picturesque landscapes and placed in volumes of thoughtful prose.
Intelligent beings provoking words and meanings into displays of beautiful artistic talent.
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Silently recognizing intense feelings scrounging around, looking for destinations to become in - momentarily.
Sensing outcomes of vocational progress as mind-bending attitudes flip and move upside down, delaying the inevitable abyss of integrity.
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Cordoning off people's opinions, not letting them affect my imagination.
Giving many explanations, focusing on intensive thoughts, becoming part and parcel of thinking industriously over ends of life-giving beauty.
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Sensational aspects of life are photographed indelibly into my mind, fitting attributes to intelligence and artistic pictures of natural omens.
Signs of difficult times of yesterday are not ever forgotten as they're placed in shallow graves where one day they will be dug up and written into poetry for the times they've become.
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