Independent World Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking in depths of rhythms as they enter interiorly into recesses
of elucid time, seeing images and landscapes of everlasting heavenly
realms that never cease to amaze us.

Going past vestiges of reality and delving into imagination with a
vengeance, spirited and alive, always looking for a passage to follow
in a dare devilly way.

Loving the excitement and thrills that adrenaline produce when doing
something that challenges this entire being, mind, matter, heart and
intellect.

Absolutely loving the turbulence on a jet plane, loving to shut off
the key, stalling the engine of a Cessna, awesome how those feelings
tantalize and tempt so much, wanting more of them.

What can I say, never having any fear, just doing whatever gives a
rush, letting this being feel alive, being supported by no one, not
wanting to stop.

Others continually throughout the years wanting this poet to stop,
but that will never happen, never listening to anybody, a free
spirit, living in an independent world of my own.