Prose

Touch, Feel, Live.

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The beauty of your touch,
feeling the colours of the rainbow
through your fingers,
flowing over my skin, through my body,
embraced and held by the sun,
without being burnt.

No expectations, and yet all is welcome,
as if wrapped in silk,
in front of a fire.
Homey as home can be, can feel.

And it’s all in me,
rising through me,
from the root to the crown,
and back down.

No place to go,
no place to be,
except me.

Wrapped in sweet embrace,
welcome in an open heart
unbound together.

A different and new kind of intimate,
intimacy not bound by rules,
but rooted in consent.
a deeper, freer and simultaneously higher
form of sensuality.

Beautiful beyond measure,
beautiful beyond pleasure.
so freeing, liberating beyond the once conceivable.
flowing through and through.

Welcome to this body,
at last my soul is home.
at least for this life time.

Words won’t come close,
the true poetry lies in the touch,
in the sensations it evokes
as I fully surrender, welcome it all.

 

©steve sniukas

Free(R)

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Freedom to be me,
without trying to please,
no need to receive,
what doesn’t flow my way.

Opening new avenues
of perception,
new ways of pleasure,
new ways to please,
new ways to give, freely.

The highest of expectations,
only of myself,
sharing all I’ve got to give,
with those that are ready to receive.

However few they may be,
however many come knocking,
this tree stands strong and tall
deeply rooted,
and yet free to go as I please,
when there is no welcome to be found.  

Roots down to the core,
roots up to the source,
leaves and flowers,
all over,
all the colours of the rainbow and then some.

Just a stranger in a strange land,
just a stranger on a stranger planet.

©steve sniukas

Feel you, becoming Me. (part II)

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So many memories stored in this body.
so deep in every part,
old and new,
good and bad,
helpful and hindering,
highest of joy,
deepest of pains.

It’s all there, somewhere
the key is rediscovery,
access to what’s long been forgotten,
and setting it all free.

To end in peace, to end in now,
however fleeting now may be,
always gone in an instant.
Never to be seen again,
nothing more than a memory
that can mark you
until the end of time.

©steve sniukas

Feel you, becoming me.

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Anger, Sadness, Fear and Frustration,
you were festering in me.
Kept you locked up in my core,
so long, so deep.

You served me well,
protected me,
allies, time and again.

But to move on,
I need to release you,
scream you out,
cry you out,
retch you out,
into the void.
As I feel you one last time,
set you and me free.

Let you flow into the sun,
burnt, transmuted,
returned into the source,
to become one.

I thank you now and forever,
to return to life,
I can no longer keep you,
hold on to you.

time has come to become me,
time has come to be more,
time has come to be free.

 

©steve sniukas

Refuse! Resist!

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refuse to accept violence as a viable solution to any problem!
refuse to accept hatred as an acceptable response to anything!
refuse to let terror strike fear into my heart!
refuse to let hatred into my heart!
refuse to let my love and compassion be drowned in blood!
refuse to give up any more freedom under the disguise of security!
resist temptation to follow their lead, to follow their ways!
resist to follow the crowd into revenge!
resist temptation to fuel the hate!
resist to follow into violence for it will foster nothing more!
I know I can do better, and I know, so can you!
Should you choose to!

Worth remembering?

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3:30 am, as the birds start to sing,
madness is still in full swing
letting it out, breathing it in.
what words are worth remembering?
most likely all those that we forget

time and space are crumbling on each other
circles with no ends, and no bridges to get over the gaps
deep black holes, drawing us in
where have we gone, the you and I
we knew
or are they still here with us?
spinning in our graves ?

madness in full swing,
whirling like the wind
already overstimulated, aren’t we ?
pushing to keep habits alive!
there is no more
room for error
cause we already fucked it up so many times!

what words are worth remembering?
probably those that we forget!

 

©steve sniukas

Moments

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The way things happen.

The magic of the moment;
when it all aligns
goes outward in, inward out.
and you realize a million little things
had to fall into place
to create this magic moment

can you do anything?
anything but stand in awe,
and love the perfection of it all!
no matter what happens next,
the perfect moment, is so forever after!
pure, just as the fire touching the earth, cleansing!

 

©steve sniukas

Smile

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A smile, beautiful from the heart
such a pleasure to see.
just a little shy, innocence in the eyes
beautiful as the clear blue skies
on this first of spring mornings,
no mourning to be felt here today
small caps of snow still hanging by
a thread on a winter finally passed in June.
the air, still chilly, yet your warmth radiates,
and heats me to the core.

Sweet scent lingering in the air
feel free to suck it all in,
life is reverberating in me;
an echo of eternity
change from clown,
no more face,
it’s the real me
to you, a freak I might be,
but you know what,
I feel free.

© steve sniukas

Run

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Run on down,
remembering;
you have to break lose!
cut all your ties,
every now and then.
Stay in your flow;
stay the one you chose,
find the balance between the two.
it’s not too soon, and not too late.

Come on, run on down,
remembering;
you have to break lose!
let go of all your ego,
go back to when
you still had your glow;
bring it back with you,
here and now in the blue

It’s your choice to remember and move, move as you, run on!  

 

©steve sniukas

Breathe - Surrender

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surrender to your self,
surrender to your subconscious,
your mind doesn't know until it's too late,
so surrender to your subconscious,
let go of what you think you can control,
and you’ll be able to breathe,
your mind already knows before you even register it all,
so breathe,
breathe in the awe of what you’re capable of, without even knowing you are.

 

© steve sniukas

the grip

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You cast no shadow,
the darkness in you
is not your own.

You have your own,
held captive by someone or something
who’s hiding inside of you

Can you break their grip and
cast your own
shadow and light of only your own

That’s the beauty of your soul
your own yin and yang
complete in your own

Can you break the grip
of whatever is feeding on your soul
cast your own shadow in your own light!

©steve sniukas