RoseAnn V. Shawiak Games Poems

Wearily walking down lanes of yesterday, fatigued and
absolutely drained of energy.

Then putting in a CD, turning it on and listening to
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Alone in a deserted crowd of ideas, playing
imagination's game with interest and sublime
concentration.
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Beds of rocks roll over upon themselves, clicking
and communicating with natural elements all around
them.
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Likely aspects of childhood stray in and out of focus, playing
detrimental mind games within the realm of unconsciousness.

Veering off center, crashing into painful memories, falling,
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Where are the moonbeams to guide death to my door?
Where are they hidden, why have I been forsaken by
wishes of eternal sleep?
When I awaken, I'd like to be on a distant horizon,
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People forming a line kicking up their feet, swaying hips
and legs while doing a line dance long into the night.

Walking into rhythms that fit well into measures of melo-
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Night is coming soon, needing to see everything in the daylight,
brilliant, solitary and unblemished, walking into the forest,
climbing a mountain or sitting in a boat.
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Wind blowing, making me smile while watching nature
playing, loving it's pure innocence and mischievous-
ness, having a way of leading me into their silent
games of fantasy through imagination.
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Sunflowers growing in a grayened darkness, storm brewing,
readying itself to wreck havoc on earth in moments of time.

Cuddling closer together, trying to keep warm, because
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Like that child's game, a building stands, starkly faking
it's purpose and existence while housing imbecilic morons
busily inside.
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Evenly living in the wonder and awe given through
curiosity throughout life, rejoicing and finding
an interior life alive and well.
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Rushing into the morning of another dimension, mind
awake and rocking to rhythms of interior wisdom.

Holding onto capsules of knowledge, swallowing them
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Alone, atrophied heart and mind, no longer playing
by life's rules, having to make up own now because
nothing else makes sense anymore.
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Playing with colorful music and rhythm's tempos, having a
great time, joyful and pleasurable, thoughts jumping and
dancing to rapid melodies.
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