RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silently speaking, intellect is somehow telling us
what our thoughts are as they are instantly being
formed and interpreted, Never any doubts about
where they are forming and coming about.
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6: 21 p.m.
Watching people with lifeless eyes, seeing pain on
their faces while hearts are dripping with sorrow.
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Finding that people from other countries who come
to the U.S. and become citizens are still afraid
of giving their opinions or going against obama
and our government.
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Standing back, watching people with their children,
playing, interacting and having quality time to-
gether.
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Rushing against the heartbeats of time immemorial,
creating a jungle of rhythms in depths of energetic
melodies, taking moments hurriedly into the circle
of antagonistic gems of tomorrow.
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What used to be is no longer, we used to talk,
laugh, enjoy each other's company, now there
are only tears when we're together.
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Staying in the background of life, preferring to
be obscure, hiding from others so I can write.

Loving to be so invisible, living in a creative
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Intensely rocking to rhythms of another universe
as I compose them within.

Solving problems of time and beats, going through
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Listening to future puzzles waiting for me to put
them together in certain sequences, hoping to be
shown through the eyes of reality one day soon.
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Lines, shadows of them lying upon the floor, people
stepping on them, not even noticing what they are
doing there.
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