RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Touching my soul with glee, soothing my mind with vitality as I am mesmerized continuously throughout.
Silence enthralls me with it's exacting rhythms, unseen by anyone else.
Yet, I play imagination's creative music in time with my innate desire.
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Realizations hit and strike against my mind, attracting thoughtful abstractions to describe what I am seeing interiorly.
Notes follow moments down paths of ingenuity, alongside of subconscious relativity.
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Updating scores of yesterday's, tallying moments of natural science throughout life's experimental trial labs.
Soothing conversations with interior peace, as lights beckon down straits of creative imagination on paths of faith and hope.
Betraying untold stories of yesterday as I move forward into future designs set for me from birth.
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Wondering why baseball, softball, sports teams are here asking for money to keep on coming.
Sports! Why can't they just play their own games - why do we have to subsidize them?
Let them go, let volunteers work and fund them and give their money to the elderly and disabled.
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Heaven rains from above, cleansing earth and it's nature of human incontinence of pollution.
Falling upon us, meaning to influence our destructive ways and focus them towards goodness in nature.
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Crossing words like bridges to ideas of the mind, combining and retracing steps towards abstracts, analyzing everything in the blink of a mind's eye.
Featuring pleasant processes on paper for an arid mind.
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Sensitized into a coma of rhetoric, looking for unkempt secrets to pop up and reveal themselves.
Nothing out of the ordinary happens until I visualize in imagination's corridors, the tremendous availability of non-entity thoughts from past beings.
Stilling my heart, while racing through my mind, reciprocating past visions with many images of tantalizing auras of yesterday.
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Settled into a crossword for life, factoring in words according to many differing meanings, keeping my mind in working order.
Imagination filters through, giving new ideas for solving puzzles of humanity, choosing from myriads of intellectual endeavors along pathways of life.
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Basking in details, gathering them like leaves being raked into piles of entertainment.
Sending messages with increasing intensity so they may be written down in books of history.
Tolling african signs as they race between pages of documentation, accruing wisdom as it flows downhill into ponds of learning.
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People disguised as clubs, groups, etc. - individually traveling alone on their own paths of destiny.
Running into others who have ideas like their own, melding minds for moments in time, then wending ways back to single, solo journeys.
Always searching for answers, beginning anew as questions arise.
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