Writing
going home…
return to what?
anxiety riding me;
fear of old habits
and the unknown.
the first step,
the choice to live.
let it all come.
it has been made,
no reason to return.
the illusion remains;
polarities pulling
in every direction.
attachments binding me
to my paranoia.
residual fear.
nothing to be afraid of
but the illusion
in which we live.
lonely old man
has never been alone.
All the things so bright, have fallen this night
an angel cast from heaven, teardrop in a fire
up in blistering smoke, no time left to breathe
the taste of the tempting fruit.
Eight, seven, six then fight
to get along the trail of the dead
poetry in my mouth.
Beautiful and bright,
you have fallen this night.
a lake of blood that used to be ourselves.
Angel cast from heaven;
feeling the spell, compelled to roam this world
til the end of days, never facing
true judgment day, unwilling to compromise
The hurt.
choices overflowing,
Over-stimulation, desensitizing
me to everything
consumption overflow
passing by unnoted
like a sun disappearing
into the clouds
shedding their black veil
over our faces like black satin sheets
overloaded senses
unable to realize
the inspiration surrounding
count to three, pray
open your third eye
begin to see
infinity
tempting fruits,
looking so sweet
the knowledge, the life.
the aftertaste, nothing but sour
grapes to swallow hole.
the mystery remains
gentle weeping in this
darkest hour
rise to dawn
swallow the last sour flavor
dive into the sweetness
of the sun, let the wagon roll
communication downfall,
voices crossing one another
messages lost, words
missing their intended mark
no presence of mind
too busy on an inner dialogue
unable to pause
miss the button
opposition rules
duality in perfection
voices unknown
observing myself
from a caravan of light
warriors making their way
home, up above
Flying high,
your highness,
taking twists and turns
have you ever seen a thing like
this before,
close your eyes.
To let it in,
see the flower unfold
before your inner eye.
not about to die
one sphere at a time
growing to be this
magnificent tree
no act needed to protect
this child’s innocence
unfolding
LOVE
© steve sniukas
Sitting here, frozen
thoughts wandering off,
to the depths of the soul
wondering how far does this way lead; well
apparently to the innermost essence
the eternal, from where we came, to where we’ll go
so why can’t we just look down this rabbit hole
ego keeping us back; bound to this seemingly never ending grasping
god I don’t know what to say
trying to drown the ego, let it sleep
hoping that ego will let me
yet still sitting here led by ego to ways
that cause most harm
and the love that we feel is all
that can save us now
take me back there, take me back like on a time trip to where I belong
down there where it is all safe
down there
wish there was a pill to take me there;
wish there was someone to say:
“take the blue pill, wake up in the morning, remembering what you want;
take the red pill and see how deep the rabbit hole really goes.”
but this ain’t the movies,
and so we take the long way
to find this place
there ain’t no pill to take me there
King of what you play,
please hear what I have to say.
King of what you play,
why do you have to make me run away.
King of what you play,
please don’t let the colors fade to gray.
King of what you play,
where are your queens, princess and princesses,
have they all gone away.
Gone away, to find a pearl, gone away.
King of what you play,
preserve the colors from fading to gray.
King of what you play,
don’t flush it all away,
King of what you play,
let me stay,
king of what you play,
no not tonight, don’t go away,
king of what you play,
make them stay,
keep the colors from fading to gray
king of what you play
King of what you play,
have your queens, princess and princesses gone away,
away to find a pearl
King of what you play;
why are you running away
King of what you play
© steve sniukas
un-doubtfully wasted,
useless to surrender,
I never fought, compromised my will.
no doubt in my mind,
the will to live
fully blown, way out there,
it takes place now and again,
my will I compromise.
Not one day went by, then came the time and
I rose,
no longer
laying down,
playing dead
SPIN THE WHEEL AGAIN.
Fifteen minutes of fame,
come fifteen of shame.
Fifteen of pleasure,
fifteen of pain.
Fifteen of treasure,
fifteen down the drain.
Fifteen of desire
fifteen to retire.
Seven minutes, twenty three seconds away, another now.
Money matters, depending on your view of the world,
it’s less or more.
choose wisely the fortune that you seek, so it’s the one you need;
to be.
does it matter, the neighbors having bigger cars.
none of the acquired material is what you take beyond this worldly dimension,
still unknown.
all there is to take lies in you.
choose wisely what you store, for memory’s not the easiest to erase.
time has no meaning in this place;
greetings from the lizard king:
Mental spheres of a broken past,
waiting around:
pondering the way.
ghost on the way, away
when the dance is over
snap out of the light
this place inside
a friend not forgotten
no slave inside
letting go
of boundaries unknown
until the end of the first step
floating into space, balanced and pure
don’t want the world today nor tomorrow, just a little peace of mine.
moon my friend
come out, come out.
do not hide behind
that veil of clouds
light my way
with that silverfish
reflection of your vibe.
feeling it inside;
let it overcome thyself
feel all the secrets
you’re not hiding.
just look
at the darkness engulfing you.
the light side turning black
giving a glimpse at your aura.
FOUR WALLS.
Four walls surrounding me, slowly coming down on me. It dawns on me that there might be no escaping these solidified stones. Watch the door slowly disappear into nothingness, turning in to solid stone as I run to reach, the last act scene my escape. Not this time around as I hit the wall. Look out the window, turning black, no escape as I reach out, only to feel the cold coming in on me.
How long have I been sitting here? No light falling in to give a hint. The walls start telling their stories, no mouth that moves just words coming from stone. Realizing it is not one voice, but every single stone. Telling me how they became, a wall, layer by layer, every intention to become a home. Never meant to be this prison for me. To much had they seen to still maintain the good will, sucked of all their energy to give long before I sat here, wanting to escape. Too long had I been sitting here to believe a word I heard. Too many lies believed to eagerly to fall again. No this time all I would trust was my mind that I had to leave behind.
Four foot walls, my body unable to penetrate. Nothing to do but leave it behind!
Lay down straighten my spine. Listening to the air filling my lungs so
easily, the heart is still racing. Just closed my eyes and listened,
the walls turning silent wondering at the calm I was about to produce.
Thoughts flying by at the speed of light, but no they are not of
interest now. Colors of every shape and size moving behind my eyes,
easy to get lost in them, but no, they are not of interest now. Feel my
body, all the small sensations so easily overlooked when alive. After a
while all starts to fade like the rest in this life, even feelings and
sensations are volatile. Every breath slowing down, deeper, enticing
the heart to adjust its rate to the quiet rhythm of these war drums
still pounding to my breath.
Feeling the time to leave closing in, my skull slowly opening. Almost feel the sting as something like a white transparent liquid comes out, slowly flowing, revealing a shape that turns out to be another me. Up I rise looking down on me it dawns to me, that is my body lying there, tender almost like a silver umbilical cord I am still connected to it. Somehow drawn to it. But long since I made up my mind to leave this place behind. Still floating under the ceiling. Slipping through I think and already outside I stand, looking at the stars glowing in the night sky, I rise.
A soul seeking out the last refuge, heaven and the stars....
peace in my mind:
my feet on the ground
my head in the air
residing in my belly.
for now this is the place,
of my living:
opening the third eye from below.
screams piercing the quieted mind,
still fragile,
the steps forward,
too easy to fall back again;
lonely man sitting on a hill
© steve sniukas
secretly hiding,
I find myself,
all around me
suddenly I see
it goes under
keep holding on
to this wonder
do we know that god exists
secretly hiding,
I find myself,
all around me
suddenly I hear.
it all goes down
keep holding on to it
watch it slowly drown
now we can now that god exists
the balance restored
waiting to be taken,
up above
down below
riding the spiral
down the drain
of consciousness
up the run
of light
walking the first path,
Twenty one to follow
back to the roots
patiently waiting to be taken
by the wheel of fortune
Slowly eaten from within,
chewing on this
soul of mine.
Doomed I seem to've been
over and over again.
Fear creeping,
angst rising.
Anger and pain,
alternate at the speed of light,
none of which,
seen in this darkness.
Could this be the beginning of
forever and ever
or has the time come to just
move over?
Let the angel dance
with the stars again.
Stars glowing in the sky;
changing shape like our dreams.
Endless they seem to fly;
looking down on us apes.
The vision in our heads;
remains nothing but consumerism.
Illusions sold ‘til death.
The prism in our head dying;
nobody crying (for).
Give it some light,
free ourselves from being apes.
Stop
travel’s over
gone all the way
time has come for the journey to begin
futile the things
which seemed to matter
realize the lies
told to myself
unnecessary words, spoken to easily
travel’s over,
gone all the way
time has come for the journey to begin
go in
futile the things that matter now
tomorrow will unveil more lies
tell myself unnecessary words
spoken to easily
five stands now