Writing

"UNTITLED"

in ,

a heart, not of stone,
but surrounded by it;
cocooned in coldness,
hardness, ni unbreakable

inhaling you three times;
threw your spear,
fractured the walls on the first,
on the second,
small crumbles came falling off,
on the third,
the spear touched the centre,
out came a ball of light,
warm and soft;
yet with a might and force
unspoken off
nothing of the stone is left,
just a heart, glowing
of your light

still in  haze,
it all just appears to be
a little lighter,
brighter at least to me that is.

 

SHIFTS

in ,

sudden bursts of energy,
shifts, influencing everybody
but few are those
to chose, to see
where it came from

they used to be sporadic
and mild at best
now you can feel
them crawl up your spine
raping your mind
letting out the animal
in you and everything surrounding

The only time that remains
is now
what is your choice ?
LIFE or IGNORANCE
and it’s pretense of bliss ?

CYCLES

in ,

I have died,
and I have been reborn
nothing has changed in between
and nothing is the same

I was a stranger
and now I am even stranger
than before

have I changed ? Absolutely;
no going back
once you bought the ticket,
took the ride
all you have left, is the experience
on which to decide

no worries, no lingering
once you realize;
life is beautiful
is when you become aware of
yourself and the world
to dream again is to be free again

another dreamer in a land
where dreams have long been lost

GIVE ME A NAME

in ,

Nothing as pure, powerfully
connecting , lifting you higher.
making you feel this energy
another leaves behind
in an empty room;
holds through heaven and hell
a bond over thousands of miles,
not to be strained,
unbreakable
nothing as pure as this feeling
I have yet to meet,
the true one

WIZARD

in ,

the wizard among the thieves,
perfectly fitting in like a lizard,
the illusionist playing the games required
not to be spotted,
recognized for his true being.

wield a shield to keep,
the ticks and leeches
from sucking life's precious
energy dry

stealing one from another,
what is out there in abundance,
life itself and the force that keeps it all going,
makes you breathe.

THE DISTANCE

in ,

The distance, between me and myself
is growing.
the me i used to be
slowly turning into myself.

the distance between myself and the rest
is growing.
close they used to be,
slowly turning into a faint memory.

the distance, i do not mind
just that others can't see bothers me.
they choose not to see the change
and still pretend to be close to me
twelve miles high and away.

TWO IN THE MORNING

in ,

it's two in the morning,
lack of sleep
burning eyes
too tired to fall asleep

a state, not of sleep,
and not awake,
balancing on the edge of
consciousness and reason

turned my days
upside down
still, happiness
remains in a balance;
unknown to the walking dead,
kissed all over
and yet emptied shells
is what remains thirteen.

THE WAVE

in ,

one massive freakshow wave,
gently sweeping over us.
dreamlike states of mind,
heavens floating right here
on this very level
of thriving decadences
dances,
driving by pounding beats
pushing the envelope
bending the rules of logic and reason
intuition is all we need,
for the next level

SINKING SHIP

in ,

No panic on the titanic,
we’re all on the same ship,
slowly drowning

and yet we do not panic,
quietly going about our lives,
awaiting our demise

refusal to give up illusions?
oblivious and too self centered are we?

could we make the choice
to rise from our slumber,
no more sleeping beauty
just waking awareness

LEFT TO DO

in ,

sitting here, with nothing left to do,
but to reflect on what has been done.
realize, life's to precious
to just let it pass by
and wait to die.

everyday is our chance
to start anew,
enjoy the simple pleasures
waiting, on every corner;
in every breath we take

ego wars, waged daily;
just no desire here,
to participate,
no point seen here
but to fuel seven more deadly
sins.

ENCOUNTERS

in ,

Single encounters,
three in number,
one fortunately longer than the others,
changing all, thought to be true
just a word from your mouth,
heaving me up again.

could you be an angel,
sent from the heavens
to save me from myself;
a fish running out of water.

lust and energy,
inspired by you,
no longer considered
sin.

SPEAK TO ME

in ,

spirits talking to me,
deep inside my head,
the pineal gland
awakened past the third
dimension.

so much more between
heaven and hell
remains unseen.

the big wheel keeps on turning,
can you see the essence
fueling us all
sitting there, waiting
for us to open our eyes and see:

marvels everywhere,
only fools choose not to look.

DREAM ON

in ,

the next level,
exceeding all imagination.
impossible to conceive;
to experience
is all there is to do.

geometrical shapes,
molding into the yantras of life,
passing at speeds unnamed.
colors fading, changing
daily reality, seems unreal in comparison.

all there is to do,
go back and explore more.

ENEMY

in ,

here i stand,
waiting to be taken.
time to wake up,
and face me,
dead as can be ?

the ability
to let ego become
my perfect enemy.
wake up and face me,
fucking disappointed me
walk away,
am i better of this way?

half asleep
waiting for the halves to balance,
dead as can be ?

TOMORROW

in ,

the world of tomorrow,shaped today? what’s the mess humanity’s creating for those to follow ?

or do we know the end to be near and no longer care to dare those in “power” to work for the better

can we let it come to an end like this ? hanging upside down, slowly bleeding dry!

© steve sniukas

MINDSTORM

in ,

A storm in my mind
as though the winds of this world united
to leave me blinded.
Water and fire working as one
to keep the pressure maintained.

Spinning and spiraling
feeling as though falling,
concepts intermingling
with singled out ideas
feeling truths unknown before

no idea what it all means
as the puzzle only begins
to unfold
in all its colors and shapes
standing before me
like the gates of heaven and hell
eloquent and fascinating
to the death of my own sanity
for just another glimpse to this other world
as real and as present as here
and eleven days later.