RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Calling from depths of another's future, stepping noise-
lessly through cellars of decrepit silence, masks of
seriousness etched in granite faces.
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Tickets of defiance stamped on denial's forehead, acquaint-
ing an outer world with the hatred of authority, silenced
at every whisper, every concealed laugh.
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Looking at the way people think when talking, listening
to what they're saying, having very definite opinions on
things like abortion and hating Republicans.
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Ruminating over life and it's cataclysmic effects on many
people, letting others run their lives without even speak-
ing up, living like slaves in America, land of the free.
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Money changes everything as long as you're not greedy
and keeping it selfishly to yourself, you cannot take
it with you.
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Discipline in our lives is diminishing, people no longer
have a work ethic or morals, our society is changing be-
cause of this and it's not for the better.
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Going nowhere, staying within intellectual realms where
I'm more at home than anywhere else, loving the feel of
learning in life.
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Scanning the horizon, seeing majestic mountains rising
from the ground, touching my mind with their beauty,
with stark, desert cacti growing up the sides of them.
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Thoughts spreading throughout intellect, tracing patterns
in all directions, entering coded messages into my mind
as I write and listen to music simultaneously.
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Living for the lonesome roads, loving the highway, riding
throughout the U.S., seeing our beautiful country, having
freedom filled with independence.
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