RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Emulation of others is not part of my make-up, I follow my heart and soul wherever they'll lead me in life.
Soulfully appreciating gifts God has given, I delve deeply into them to avoid talking with another.
It suits me to a tee, being myself on a normal basis - never giving my life to another to do what they will.
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Walking sticks past the existence of legal priorities, keeping pace with all manner of endeavors kept intact.
Orderly steps stand sideways so anyone can climb inside and take part in new thoughts falling away and leaving room for no others.
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Trudging down lanes of harmony, picking up my feet as notes lift me higher than my being can go by itself.
Swallowing scents of yesterday so I may go on, becoming famous from a distant verse written in the future.
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Silent patterns seemingly inert, set themselves on journeys of
self-incriminating ideas.
Lounging alongside visions, watching as they continually pass
by on inner screens, allowing the freedom to choose what I want
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Certain definitions of life are satisfied as I alone write myself into a life of living, daily.
Errands, chores, tasks are set aside as I continue to debate what areas of intellect I wish to use in contemplation.
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Reaching for limits that I have stretched beyond sight, wanting to attain more intellectual imagination than ever before.
Listening beyond hearing, sensing pulses of harmonies filling outer atmospheres with rhythms never heard of in life.
Covering so many aspects of concentration, filling my mind with spacious pictures on photographic screens, finally appearing clearer, stronger, just like before.
Lost in a beautiful land of imagery, wonder tantalizing my innate curiosity as it climbs ever higher to explore and discover what is out there beyond the past experiences I've gone through in poetical essences.
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Realizing hidden potential within, using intellect and wisdom to bring all of it to fruition.
Tantalizing more so than ever before, giving me such a feeling of love and desire for the whole world and what is within it.
Being held in reserve for me to share once I am able to.
Capably being resurrected from within my soul, being carried to plains beyond sight, enjoying all sensations coming into me.
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Evermore, living in a channel of unending beauty.
Solace comforting me in dimensions of everlasting
periods of loneliness and sorrow.
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Slipping and sliding into ravines and canyons, echoing thoughts into the universe as I grasp hold and place them here in poems.
Sensing the formation of mountains as they began centuries ago, watching them in quickened videos, expanding, and growing right before my sight in inner visions of exploratory thoughts.
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A stillness touching my mind, quieting emotions, lifting intellect into a spiral of thoughts, inserting formulas and codes to write to.
Witnessing an abundance of beautiful landscapes as they collect in pictures of memories saved for future days in poetical musings, serving as backgrounds for new ideas boiling to the surface.
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