Writing

SPINNING

The same thoughts wondering my head,
for days.
Beginning to feel as though cursed
to spin in circles, by forces unknown.

Considering possibilities,
considerably killing me.
Choices overflowing,
thoughts been over thought, and overanalyzed;
motivation lost:

Still the same keep haunting me, taunting me
the High Priest still looking down on me.

LIGHT / DARKNESS

Push the envelope,
watch it over-bend,
realities intermingling:
bending dimensions,
just to watch it all collapse, without
this key.

Open the last chamber,
reside, come down, calm down.
Breathe the (uni) verse,
watch the boundaries
disappear.
Fluorescent light that remains;
bright, and boldly showing the way.

STRANGER DAY

Strange feelings these days,
blurred visions follow moments of clarity.
Twisting and turning,
unable to pin that dream chasing me.

Hours of pondering
a way only leads me away,
to thoughts of confusion.
Taken that first step,
it’s too late to turn back.
Got to head all the way,
pass the threats still unknown.
’til the balance's restored!

DEMON

This night I fought again,
the same old demon as for years.
Do not remember the count;
too many passed.

Finally gave in, lay my weapons down.
Opened the heart to let it all in.
Feasting on it’s success, the demon lay to rest.
Fortifications withdrawn I came to succeed,
let the energy flow through, not out;
but up in a loop.

Still swirling through my mind,
the energy left the demon behind.
Begging to be taken in again.

WHO AM I

who am I?
still in the fangs of
anger and desire
running me.

through the bottom
needs to be understood
before the rise into higher planes
of this existence.

anger rises,
can’t get what I want to
physically healthy
emotionally disturbed.

the love in me
suffocated by unfulfilled desires;
pleasure and pain
end up feeling the same,
dead old man

GO NOW

stars sparkling
your eyes in the dark
the moon’s reflecting
the light in you

standing on the corner
where to turn my head to
the light’s not blinding
leading the way
just stay and see

decisiveness led by intuition
to the way
passed the days
of doubt

such a mess
the spirit can clear
it all, let the priest out       

ACID OPENING

standing still,
feeling its onset
slowly coming to take my mind
opening the doors of perception
propelled in like a moth into the flame
sucking me in.

begin to see infinity
beyond these walls of stone
unseen ‘scapes
revealing truths unknown
to this sober mind

spiraling down to
metatron’s cube
the flower revealed
an illusion so pure;
its appearance of real
deceiving all eyes
but the inner ones see beyond
these nine closed doors
unhurriedly cleansed one trip at a time

DEATH

a fascination, so pure
slowly coming for all of us
constantly present,
so often ignored.

gently falling apart
one cell at a time
long and slow, this, our decay
still we live as though
this life will sustain,
leave you lying there,
dust that remains.

do not have all the time in this world,
this life is the one you get.
the one chance to get it right.

MOVING

this spectacle
bewildering the senses
inspiring me to feel this moment,
its eternity in this one breath

habits taking me places;
seen a million times
moments repeating
over and over
loosing their perpetuity
becoming so common place

musty smell lingers on
no more fascination
in these old habits
the empress has left behind

TURN ON

shall I ever know
what it is,
taking a hold of me

you said you tried to turn me off,
well you have never turned me on.
did not want to know
what this feels like
loosing my head,
inside my mind

two sides to every story,
did you want to know mine,
never thought you did

I will not tell
this devil
I hold inside
forbidden Lovers

CROSS

the vision of a cross,
rays of light spinning off,
white the shining.
vibes of red and yellow engulfing it,
bordered by purple and blue

dive into the light
like an ocean deep
dreaming in colors,
flowing in sounds of gold.
geometrical shapes, twists and turns
sitting in no square
countless sides, to this enigma;
unsolved (for now)

keep going, resolving the mystery
one step at a time
down to the last of judgments

From Mother Earth to the Stars & Beyond

the sun disappearing
the night starting to rise
gates opening in the twilight
of this dusk falling upon us as golden dust
new dimensions seen,
letting your eyes loose the focus a little,
colors changing,
new shapes appearing,
seeing the structure behind it all.

the light that shines from all in this world,
reflecting in all that lies beyond
as you rise
the forgotten becomes known (again.)

IT

the perfection of this world,
lies in all its tiny imperfections
surrounding tiny creatures
spinning and dancing
til lost was their knowledge
of the unknown
surrounding tiny creatures.

in & out constantly changing
nothing permanent
always on the run
looking for
what it is,
keeping us going,

This life is IT!

© steve sniukas

THE BODY (left behind)

repetition, seemingly so mundane
hiding reactions, modes of action.
behaviors unknown to our desires
of taking us higher

illusions dissolving, realities disappearing
at the sight of our third eye
opening to the unknown,
awaiting us beyond our daily habits
run by desires of taking us higher

crowds of people passing unnoted
flowing by an emptied shell,
the mind off into foreign lands
not to be seen from here, only open
to lovers of all.

UNDONE

put on a different lens,
change a point of view,
see the world anew.

ran from darkness falling
like a child
praying for the light to stay
just a little longer

lost all kinds of temporary sanity
as I saw this world fall apart
the precious, unbalanced and impure

no one to make the past undone.

SURFACE, PEAK, LOW

peaks and lows
two sides to every story
part of the same dance
that keeps me going

burnt my eyes
then I began to see
the world lying beneath
poised appearances
meaning only to deceive

way outside the line
pushing and pulling
to keep on going
beyond what we can see
peaks and lows
still lying on the surface of the wheel

© steve sniukas