Writing
All is connected:
the principle of non-locality
defeating time and space
defying the boundaries,
commonly taken for granted.
the divine and the mundane
connected all the same.
intertwined we all are,
in aboriginal dream time
we can know it all
beyond this time and space.
no more hiding behind our veils
of lies.
Insanity as I plead you guilty,
of a crime;
which is your nature
no going back, no running forward,
stuck here and now you are.
so many places, you have been;
come back and wash yourself from your sins
unable to be forgotten, yet always forgiven.
i dream no more
to be released from her pleasure,
such a torment,
a reality, all too often, so close,
and yet just an empty shell
Never going back, and still
visiting the same places.
your sex is peacefully
placed upon my bed.
feast my eyes,
on your beauty divine.
just the look of your eyes
drives chills
up and down my spine.
a dream, the smell of you;
bewildering my senses.
lost in a sea of stimulation
before even one single touch
of you
the smoothness of your skin,
soft as silk, a bed of rose leaves,
i feel you
defenseless i end
all i can do
is surrender to you
and there is no denying
my taking pleasure in it.
all the what ifs in this life,
can never be solved.
decisions are made:
wrong or right does not matter
you can never please them all.
go your own way,
cause no harm,
you can even change your mind,
but you'll never please them all!
Life is BEAUTIFUL!
but far from getting better.
’cause not one of us
stops for a moment to see
there is more than
what lies on the surface
sometimes, mirrors show
what you want to see
can you claim
you are free ?
and choose to see
the beauty that lives in everything ?
©steve sniukas
listening to those chants
going places
some may call a fantasy;
a world of dreams,
but to real they feel
to be just that.
galaxies unfolding before
my inner eye, you might say,
but no, they are all surrounding
as if standing in an open room
stars sparkling
colors entwine
green, golden and white
this dust,
mild orange the glow
vast spaces, floating through
no thoughts
just observing, taking in
questions, unspoken
become; answered,
clear as known for years;
no doubts
let go and come in,
go out,
whatever it takes,
it’s all there to share.
no possessions
no religion,
just being and accepting.
3rd in the series of 3, 1st = gaze, 2nd = beyond
darkness falling
in the middle of this day
ancient chants,
bewildering my senses
the vibration of these mantrams
resonating in me
not real for many,
no dream to me,
I feel
the light that remains
lies in the sound
we carry
shining when even the stars
have left to rest.
2nd in a series of 3, 1st = gaze 3rd = further beyond
high as heaven,
low as hell,
all here, right now,
this planet is what we make of it.
heaven and hell
somewhere in between these
two extremes, we dwell
for most are drawn back and forth
we all are:
the good and the bad
the beautiful and the ugly
could we come to accept that ?
the beholder defines us to be either or.
extremes,
they lie in all of us,
one and one
to make one !
© steve sniukas
a little spirit,
growing free
slowly turning into …
a memory, all that is left
… a human
living a life
(what life?)
in search of answers,
asked for
thousands of years
who are we ? where did we come from ?
why are we here? where are we going to ?
are these memories,
lost before
again on this passage ?
go all the way to find
out more,
again.
shed a tear
and saw a world fall apart
quietly looking at those;
eager to win
was there something
they chose to forget ?
what you get tomorrow,
may well be
what you gave today.
shed a tear, and
the doorstep into a mind appeared
step inside yourself,
welcome in
you will be
forever changed
at your own will .
another late night
gazing at stars,
hidden in a veil of clouds
still can feel them to be there.
gazing at the snow
slowly falling down on us
turning black into white again
can you feel them touch your skin
or is it numb in cold
that is but an illusion of pain
the blood gathering in your head,
are you surprised ?
hanging upside down
gaze is the first in a line of 3, next is beyond, followed by further beyond...
to learn,
could that be
the only thing
to do down here ?
maybe,
we need a little lovin’ too!
both these, no matter how
fucked up your day has been, yet again
can turn it all
into a good evening;
the two as one
or just by themselves
can save your day yet again
and in the end when these are all you have left,
in that moment of your dying, you know !
and it is worth it !
the wind, throwing me in every direction,
teasing my soul to drift
away with it.
swirling all the energies around me,
telling me not to worry about things.
let go
come and fly
the worlds between seen and unseen
your will becomes you vehicle
years you have been waiting
for this union
wind and fire
taking away the crucifix
find your fix in another place
why not start with you heart
no blame to give,
none to take
look for the cause
not the symptoms
drift away on the wind
speaking secret tongues
and unknown languages
that is what it seems to me,
when looking at people's faces
whilst they are listening to me
people are strange,
not only in the rain
whatever;
can it all really be going down the drain ?
they said:
love me two times,
one for tomorrow and one just
for to fucking day
but why not make it three times,
to make it even again
complete the trinity, once more
just one of the ways, it could start one day
could start that way,
a new, freshly born memory
truly enjoy
tempting the devil,
but oh why do we seek out
what used to be
the most beautiful of all angels,
until fallen.
tempting the devil
brings you close,
shows you
your own limits
if you’re not up for the fight,
you could end up
dying,
that is if you are willing to
DIE
and I ain’t yet
is something new,
always preceded by
the end of something old ?
does the end of something old
always mean
that there will be something new ?
or is there no correlation between the two ?
just another question to which I
haven’t found an answer yet.
the old ways, the ones
of the earth
swinging in harmony
with the new ones,
of the sun
to find the balance
could this be our generations'
quest?
bringing technology
into harmony
with the planet's survival
uniting old and new
to become one
advanced life
of awareness and respect
lived by the highest
of standards,
at the greatest ease,
on the way
to perfecting this being.
still long ways to go,
many obstacles to pass.
the will to survive
and a voice of reason
can take you there
led by your inner guidance.
death changes us all,
when you feel it
walking beside you,
sitting just behind you, always.
you can turn your head all that you want to,
you won't catch more than a glimpse
or when you have let him,
take you all the way,
you know something
inside of you has changed;
the understanding
of all this beauty that surrounds you
lets you breath deeper.
feel the connection
between all that is and has been
and inside us all
it just waits to be awakened,
and sometimes it waits
until the moment,
right before you die
and in the very end
when it all begins
you remember everything
walked your streets
at day and night,
you are heaven and hell
in the same, sitting there
like a chess-board,
waiting for the figures to move
decadence thriving of
people chasing dreams,
and yet you behold
a strange peace
in these early morning hours
when you almost slumber
and your skies glow
this greenish tone
just over the mountains
surrounding the plains
on which you rose
desert sands, on which
the pyramid sinks
the fastest,
the perfect show,
the banker inside
the holy shape
death is no stranger
to your streets,
often called upon
by broken dreams and greed
but as he is fair to us all,
coming for us all, when our time is right
so you bewilder my senses,
uniting dream and hell
on an ancient desert plain.
LIFE.
in some way shape or form,
ever changing,
always unfolding
history happens now
but is not only shaped by our kind
what do you want your
story to be?
you are writing it NOW.