Turntables Of Generations Before Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching outward into the atmosphere, touching realizations
of an intense feeling of beauty that continually entertains
and brings mind and intellect into chambers of this brain.

Finding and discovering every thought that's being tantaliz-
ed into the darkest of nights as music plays it's heart out
for moments of time.

Beleaguering outward emotions as they fall by the wayside,
finding the turntables of generations before time immemorial,
wanting to see sights and sounds of color.

Watching as they jump and dance to coded rhythms, capturing
the fabric of this mind through music all the time, rotating
and moving on a continual basis.

As life moves into new experiences, situations and circum-
stances, believing in the beats as they travel faster and
faster, pushing it all through the night.

Calculating depths of all tempos, bringing them closer and
closer to the energy of the bluened light, dwelling within
all the time.

Sounds reverberating as if they're going down train tracks
at locomotive speeds, not wanting to ever slow down because
life is fun when living in the midst of musical rhythms.

Galloping now, alongside the train, coded rhythms falling
all over the desert, wanting to be absorbed by all beauty
of nature, becoming on and lifting spirits altogether.