RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reality fighting to hold it's place in our world, because
too many people are building fantasies of a one world order,
a mistake of huge proportions.
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What makes me happy is being in your arms, closely,
being held while you are loving me completely, the
way only you can do.
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Lost, walking in the rain, blackened night, not even the
stars can be seen tonight, wishing and wanting to find
my way to you once again.
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Knowing nothing, yet living in this nothingness without
you, baby, hoping to find my way through this atmosphere,
distraught, immobile, not rising to any occasion.
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Shadows crawling over the ceiling thinking I can't see
them sneaking into my vision of this night, taking steps
to protect myself from their darkened traps and webs of
deceit.
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Here in the kitchen, sitting at Tushar's house, his wife
finding it difficult without him, house seems deathly
filled with his emptiness.
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Drumming patterns of rhythms into my mind, creating many
designs that are being stirred through imagination and
placed in forms of ideas and thoughts.
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One stop environment, where a waterfall flows incessantly
and thoughts are always flowing, never stopping, keeping
the beauty of instantaneous thoughts ready to unfold from
my mind and into a poem.
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Around the clock, second hand racing, paying no attention
to schedules or agendas, leaving us high and dry, nothing
to do except rush around or be late for everything we want
or need.
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Tantalized by an intense fervor, leading me into depths
of life's sorrow and grief, being lowered into caverns
of emptiness and loneliness, .
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