RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Often thinking of last moments on earth and what they will contain, wondering whether they will be positive or negative, depending upon the circumstances this poet may be in.

Hoping against all hope to be writing in that exact moment, taking down in poetry, feelings, expectations and wonder of clearly dying and leaving the world this poet was born into.
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Music lulling this mind in its rhythmic sounds that relax and comfort this poetical brain and being, an aphrodisiac in a way that pleases this mind and intellect in ways nothing else on earth can possibly attain.

Such an intense vibrational feeling of peace and solitude that continues to flow through every single particle of this being, always ready to descend into this beautiful environment, yet not always willing to come out into the world again.
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Turning about and inside out within while listening to musical rhythms flowing into neural pathways of this mind and intellect.

Settling back and into peaceful melodies of acute attraction to this poetical being.
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Music humming along neural pathways of beauty and solitude, greeting mind and intellect along the way while continuing to write, never stopping throughout life.

Music having become an essential part of this poetical being throughout life while writing poetry, and coming to the ending of it one day.
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Rhythms invitingly touching mind and synapses, preparing them for adventures through music as it plays temptingly in this brain, awakening images visibly to be written out in lines of poetry.

Being enlivened in this imaginational reality of an interior being, always set apart from the world altogether, living in a space of time alone.
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Mind wandering in and out of musical revelations of rhythms as they constantly and intuitively respond to beats and tones of clarifying episodes set deeply in an interior depth where fidelity, truth and honesty never fail to set things right.

Silently combing through ideas and concepts, putting together their puzzle pieces as they're being played musically in time and life, fingering thoughts of the mind with a genuine sensitivity whereby everything is sorted out in details.
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Everyone has the capability to think and perform activities in this world, all it takes is one single thought being expanded beyond its limits in a vibrational energy, contriving a way to make it more potent and reliable.

Mind swaying to and fro, having the capacity to perform the impossible at times due to one simple thought that can one day be profound and taught the world over, changing life for the better in the end.
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Steadily drumming beats taking me into the darkened night sky,
waiting for stars and moon to take their places side by side,
their purposes set within their essence, pure and undefiled.
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Sunsetical horizons shining upon the horizon, turning
fluffy white clouds a beautiful orange and gray color,
shading opposite sides of the sky.
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Holding you in my heart darling as the band continues to
play melodies of our love for us, looking into your eyes,
seeing notes and sounds we're hearing.
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