RoseAnn V. Shawiak Seeking Poems

Death seeks me out, but I pray not yet, I still have several important things to start or finish.
Tapping on my mind's windows, reminding me of their presence, not wanting me to forget they're there.
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Hiding in a closet of misfortune, not wanting to be found ever again on earth.
Seeking a shelter where I alone can be myself and not be judged by others who get in my way.
Leaving all things behind, enjoying melodies only I can hear and learn from.
Wisdom continually taking my hand, giving me lessons to move upward to heaven.
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Our ends are clearly situated in the future, awaiting
entrance of our souls as we progress beyond mortal
lives.
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Learning to decipher omens and signs in our paths through
life, seeking ageless wisdom that seems to escape.

Leading us on wild goose chases in turn, not allowing any
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Zipping back and forth through my mind, seeking to display
thoughts intellectually sound and reverberating in the
beauty of a poetical nature.
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A bright and sunny day, sun peeking in and out of the clouds
as they drift by above, echoes of beautiful rock and roll
melodies soaring.
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Questioning life and it's purpose, wanting to
know exactly what it might be.

Intrigued and always seeking answers of truth
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Looking through dusty, shaded windows, seeking nature at play to lighten my heart for a while.
Watching shadows playing hide-and-seek with the sun, touching my libido with an energy of playfulness.
Bringing about a new season of joyful anticipation, reaching an avenue of great expectations to be fulfilled at last.
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Mind tripping through rhythms in measures of interior
chords as they energize, taking this poet into an in-
tense bluened light constantly.
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In the moonlight of an eternity, seeking goodness in other people,
hoping to join together, gaining some momentum as we follow our
hearts in succession.
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Racing into the staccato beats of my mind as I travel
inner highways of poetry, looking for rhythms that will
continue to fulfill my purpose on earth.
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Dispersion of interior life fills me without, displacing
who I am, searching throughout forests of imagination,
seeking the finality of purpose.
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Timely rhythms seeking pathways in this brain, wanting to
explore and be part of new adventures, ones that haven't
been done before, living in the moment.
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Journeying everywhere possible, learning to seek and find
the extraordinary in this ordinary life, walking down lanes of another dimension seeing imagery written along the way.

Engaging in a poetical process for the good of mankind, hoping to bring light into a darkened world being taken into evil and satanic rituals.
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Walking down streets of loneliness feeling saddened, sorrowful
and abandoned through no fault of our own, searching always for
answers, a reprieve from the intensity of feelings and emotions.
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