RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Excitedly taking me by my mind into an atmosphere of
innocence and purity as I gather self in the midst
of childish laughter and talk.
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Researching people's attitudes from sidelines in a small cafe.
Watching expressions, feeling their emotions, tentatively
believing in sensory perception, helping to examine questions
that answers haven't yet been found for.
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Roads of existence, take us on journeys without end,
or so we think.
Sights never seen, experiences felt and lived through,
being remembered in photos and pictures of mind-
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Silencing whispers of people trying to interfere in
my life with their demanding idiocies of challenged
freedom.
Standing aside, watching as they fall by the wayside,
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Climbing stairs within a mind, helps to discover what is
already there.

Looking always for new ways of doing things, seeing ways
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Recklessly playing with many thoughts, finding out where
each one will fit in, slicing, dicing, chopping and living dangerously within this mind.

Unsurpassed in periods of restlessness, always being
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Never cared much about football, even less about
the Cardinals.
Pat Tillman rose above the football field, reached
out and touched our lives with his love.
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Faith holding onto me with all it's strength, keeping my head above water, keeping me from failing for moments in time.
Sunshine heating my mind, illuminating every aspect of my mind-set, as I create expressions and emotions to collate along with words.
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