The sweet fairy’s
sparkling and glowing
so much stronger,
this goddess is so pure

She’s the one,
the goddess herself,
manifested to rescue me,
such purity, she even cleansed me

not from this world,
she brought me back to life,
the glow, constant flow,
bending time and space

No wondering about,
no wandering about,
know now to give freely,
came undone,
become one!

And all that surrounds
has disappeared!

©Steve Sniukas

red sparkles falling
floating in space and time
bending all there is

give all there is to give
freely
floating in this red glow
constant flow
of peace and fire

no wondering about
no wandering about
freely floating
bending time and space

it takes no effort
there are no rules
to this freedom we found
there is nothing to see
only to feel
all that is, has been, will be
come undone
become one

and all that surrounds
begins to dissapear

beyond the edges
no more centers appear
and yet,
no vast emptiness, to be felt
as we pass the gates
of our subconscious going with the flow
enter completely
and there is no more going out
free flow! free fall?

floating above the clouds, that are no more
no more than you and I
yet all there is to be
be free, as slaves we remain

as life turns, choices I make
seem to matter, and yet always come back
come back to the path of the flow
asking me to let go

a dance that encompasses
all that is, all that was, all that will be
as our third eye opens
to see all that we can be

freedom can be found in the oddest of places,
and all along my devils’ are chasing me
down to the darkest of places,
up to the brightest of heavens
as I disappear in a crowd

no need for mutiny or revolution,
we need revelations of our subconscious
to stimulate evolution.

© Steve Sniukas

devour to survive,
could it be any other way ?
to serve our soul,
we have to survive.

went into the abyss
looking for myself,
and I found it could not be any other way.
far from impeccable,
all I can do for now,
devour to survive.

’til I rise to a new level
serve my soul to the eagle at last.

the little angel on one shoulder,
the little devil on the other,
forever arguing their case.
when there is no right or wrong,
only consequences

so what is there left to say
for me, sitting in the middle
can only pray
for a little quiet time,
just to calm down.

Interpreting humans,
could be a never ending science,
cause there is no knowing
why someone does what he does

you’d have to step inside,
to know for sure.

and still no guarantee
you would understand
the reasons or motivations to the wildest of dreams.

Not as confused as yesterday,
still i feel reality’s ever changing,
slowly consuming me, a fire within
of which, still only sparks are to be seen.

Can’t wait for the day, they fully ignite,
let me burst open and consume me.

Yet in no hurry, I find myself
patiently going about…

until it’ll all be on fire

these eyes,
can they lie?
all they want to?
deny.

the tower of self-destructive
power
the ego’s become
master in command

absolute it wants to be
forever alive
it cries
at the sight of its own demise

fed upon lies
until natural death
or the self-initiation of the warrior
resolves it

giving in, letting go,
know there is nothing to loose!

the beauty of the first flower,
will it remain?
or is it fading with the arrival
of the rest?

it bewilders my senses to see
beauty trying to outdo beauty

and standing by,
the killer is patiently waiting,
marking his prey.

in the masses of the oblivious
hiding dead emotions behind pretty smiles

fake as the rest,
once you’ve peeled
the shell
away.