CAN BE

beyond the edges
no more centers appear
and yet,
no vast emptiness, to be felt
as we pass the gates
of our subconscious going with the flow
enter completely
and there is no more going out
free flow! free fall?

floating above the clouds, that are no more
no more than you and I
yet all there is to be
be free, as slaves we remain

as life turns, choices I make
seem to matter, and yet always come back
come back to the path of the flow
asking me to let go

a dance that encompasses
all that is, all that was, all that will be
as our third eye opens
to see all that we can be

freedom can be found in the oddest of places,
and all along my devils’ are chasing me
down to the darkest of places,
up to the brightest of heavens
as I disappear in a crowd

no need for mutiny or revolution,
we need revelations of our subconscious
to stimulate evolution.

© Steve Sniukas

S.O.S 2 - Serve Our Soul

devour to survive,
could it be any other way ?
to serve our soul,
we have to survive.

went into the abyss
looking for myself,
and I found it could not be any other way.
far from impeccable,
all I can do for now,
devour to survive.

'til I rise to a new level
serve my soul to the eagle at last.

S.O.S - See Our Soul?

can you still see your soul,

when you look in the mirror?
or are you lost in all this make up,

the illusion of yourself
you care for the world to see.

well I see the junkie you are afraid to be
when I look in the mirror,
I see the monster you are afraid to admit
when I stare into the mirror

 

sold my soul to the man in the mirror,
so now, here I stand, see myself for what I am,
the man in the mirror looking out at you.

IN BETWEEN

the little angel on one shoulder,
the little devil on the other,
forever arguing their case.
when there is no right or wrong,
only consequences

so what is there left to say
for me, sitting in the middle
can only pray
for a little quiet time,
just to calm down.

© steve sniukas

HUMAN

Interpreting humans,
could be a never ending science,
cause there is no knowing
why someone does what he does

you’d have to step inside,
to know for sure.

and still no guarantee
you would understand
the reasons or motivations to the wildest of dreams.

FIRE

Not as confused as yesterday,
still i feel reality’s ever changing,
slowly consuming me, a fire within
of which, still only sparks are to be seen.

Can’t wait for the day, they fully ignite,
let me burst open and consume me.

Yet in no hurry, I find myself
patiently going about…

until it’ll all be on fire

EGO

these eyes,
can they lie?
all they want to?
deny.

the tower of self-destructive
power
the ego's become
master in command

absolute it wants to be
forever alive
it cries
at the sight of its own demise

fed upon lies
until natural death
or the self-initiation of the warrior
resolves it

giving in, letting go,
know there is nothing to loose!

VANITY

the beauty of the first flower,
will it remain?
or is it fading with the arrival
of the rest?

it bewilders my senses to see
beauty trying to outdo beauty

and standing by,
the killer is patiently waiting,
marking his prey.

in the masses of the oblivious
hiding dead emotions behind pretty smiles

fake as the rest,
once you've peeled
the shell
away.

WORLDS

Why are we taught to forget
what we see, when children we are?

our minds, are no saints,
self-centered we’ve learned to be.

self-importance, overrated
still constantly underestimated by most.

no one here to show us
how to live?
we all need to fall by ourselves,
to learn the extremes
of our existence.

here is as real as
there has always been

aware of yourself,
you need to be
somewhat free
to enter there.

the day that I woke up;
no remembering where or when
it was.

SIMPLICITY

The principle of simplicity,
has so many complexities;
our points of view,
defining our perception, defying reality .

The infinite not to be seen
in a million stars;
lighting up like countless dreams,
as night begins to fall.

DEFINITIVE

back and forth I swing
unable to make the choice
indecisiveness

how to set a definitive point
into a constant flow ?

every second everything is changing,
but they ask me to remain the same,
unchanged

how to stop the unstoppable
the constant flow
of everything that stands now

only moments away, the change
of all we know, took for granted.

BELIEVE

what we believe becomes real,
at least for us that is.
how much belief would it need
to move the past,
that, which is done and gone?

inability to answer, as I never felt a need
to change what is done and gone

believe it all happens for a reason
believe one day we will know why
it all unfolded the way it did

it's not always fun
yet continuously interesting
as we progress through time

what we believe becomes real,
at least for us that is

objectively subjective reality

FaLLiNg to PiEceS

everything is falling to pieces,
and we are the illusionists
pretending it’s still the same
brave old world

millions of things have changed
over the last decades

fundamentally unchanged
we remain the same.
hiding our skeletons in tiny closets
readily cleaning others’ out

minding someone else’s business
is always easier than to handle our own

heap of crap, hate and dead feelings we collect.

ANIMAL IN ME

the lion with the scorpion's tail,
always ready to sting.

driven like the horses of ancient days,
to roam freely through the lands.

born under Uranus,
the fire of intution is the driving force.

THE LAKE

sitting on your shores,
mild the summer breeze
carrying the birds’ songs to my ears
your stillness calming my mind
the life you hold reviving me

for how long has the water been flowing
through you?
by far more than our bodies shall last,
I would imagine.
and still you look as though only seconds have passed.

generations since we were sitting on your shores,
you are the one to know all the stories,
and have made them into your own,
one, united, free for all,
and yet never shared.

that is the beauty you hold, and all that remains.

AMAZING GRACE

amazing grace,
so called coincidences
in fact do not exist.
all is constantly flowing,
a reason behind all that happens!

do you choose to see,
what lies in infinity :

it is you,
just as it is all else.
choose to be in the flow,
or stay on its side,

but do not tell me you can not swim,
’cause it will carry you all the way,
if you choose to let go

first it might feel like a free fall,
but soon you’ll see your descend
is your going up.
and both are controlled by a mysterious force,
that is life unfolding again and again !

MUSIC

the music has long since faded,
still my heart is pounding
to the beats that rained down on me
for hours.

the music, keeps going in my head
no denying,
it's a healing force, a mind opener
free for the enjoyment

always something new to discover

SILLY

silly, us humans we are ?
chasing dreams and pleasures
even when we know it is but
a vain attempt
to fill the void

we all feel it;
still looking for ways
to escape our own emptiness

did forget: love can show us the way

the one feeling
to make us whole again,

if not confused with desire that is.

HONEY

just like bees,
swarming around the honey
subconsciously sucking
life's energy

lashing on like leeches,
sucking you dry
slowly, unknowingly;
free fall.

consciousness thrives
as i observe the haunted minds
on their way to die.

craving every bit of attention
to get a sense of belonging
to you
         HONEY

POISON?

technically speaking,
you are poison
running through my veins,
but still, you feel at home,
make me feel D same.

awaken the sleeping beauty
in anyone, who dares you,
to come close, lets you in.

Mother of god, may be your first thought
but if you do not cling...

Technically speaking,
poison running through my veins,
yet you take me places divine,
make me feel safe and warm, inside:
home again