RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sending messages telepathically through melodies, giving sublime clues to find the way into successive corridors.
Alone, avoiding the juxtapositons of age-old visions.
Consuming many tunes, composing all manner of harmony, classified in domains of picturesque pictures.
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Racing to keep up with efforts of fast-paced rhythms, calling out to hold on and move further into the spotlight, chilling the after effects of intelligent abilities.
Searching altogether, knowing which direction to travel so I can always find my way home in the edges of night.
Soundly collecting all matters of beauty, trying to bring together whatever comes into the light before night is over.
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Masking emotions, pretending they don't
exist while I hide in corners and cry.
Full of grief, touching my mind with it's
harsh and brutal insistensity.
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Hurrying to destinations unknown and invented on the spot.
Taking particles and matching them chemically in my mind with literal thoughts.
Forging in minuscule compartments so as not to take up space in my brain.
Roaming about like a nomad in a large, unkempt desert, as I realize the potential I hold inside.
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Thoughts leading me deeply into caverns of my mind,
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Taking wrong turns at every corner, hoping to find the
right direction one day and become the star I know I
have always been in life.
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Remembering the past and all it's nightmares, now suddenly
realizing that they never had any power over me as I lived
my life the only way I was able.
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Knowing Dr. Lalani has been a most pleasant experience in
this life.

Finding he's a genuine person, honest and truthful, full
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City streets are constant eye-sores - dirty, cracking,
full of pot holes, running rampantly all over our city.

ADOT should be cited for millions of violations, but
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