refuse to accept violence as a viable solution to any problem!
refuse to accept hatred as an acceptable response to anything!
refuse to let terror strike fear into my heart!
refuse to let hatred into my heart!
refuse to let my love and compassion be drowned in blood!
refuse to give up any more freedom under the disguise of security!
resist temptation to follow their lead, to follow their ways!
resist to follow the crowd into revenge!
resist temptation to fuel the hate!
resist to follow into violence for it will foster nothing more!
I know I can do better, and I know, so can you!
Should you choose to!
Madness
Random Encounters
Just a smile, was where it began,
another random encounter,
unlike the majority, running deeper,
feeling strangely close and comfortable
was it just a figment of my imagination?
a kiss, up high in the night sky,
a million lights, and even the full moon
outshone by your glow, the light in your eyes
shot up high into the sky,
the moment where gravity is unreal;
feeling free with the desert wind,
ephemeral moments in time;
memories to be cherished
so surreal, and strangely real
when time spent is too short,
when there is a million things to say, to ask and take in;
and yet nothing has to be said or done,
random encounters that touch the soul
can they ever last long enough?
and how random are they really?
©steve sniukas (written august 2015)
Flow
And the moon disappears
as the darkness of the night takes a hold.
howling in the distance
humans and animals alike!
can you see the dark side of the moon?
can you feel the absolute flow of love in the air?
Free people floating about as one great spirit!
©steve sniukas
Your Way?
find your own way?
in a place filled with walked down roads?
so easy to be distracted,
get taken in by the sounds and sights!
so easy to mistake any well trotted path for your own!
the least traveled road, or so you would have me think!
but even then,
it is yours, not mine, so close and yet so far!
©steve sniukas
Higher
decadence is growing
can you feel it flowing
pushing the envelope
more and more!
keep on going
burn your soul!
let it go up in divine,
cleansing flames
purifying, freely consuming,
burning with and inside your soul
the fire lets you fly so much higher.
©steve sniukas
Heaven and Hell
My eyes were deafened by the sound
my ears were blinded by the sight
standing in heaven
feeling it like hell
Close my eyes, so I can see
the way I’m heading in
no longer waiting for the day
that’ll never come
Don’t regret a thing;
are you the one
to paint the pictures
from inside my head?
Don’t shoot for the moon
for I know I can only find myself
among the stars at large
© steve sniukas
Busy?
so busy looking for what we think we need
we forget to see
see all that is around us
for what it is
that is pure magic
so busy looking
for what we seek
we forget to see
all the wonders
that surround us in magic
when we came to be
in this world,
we knew how to see
so, please, let us remember, the energy, the magic.
to see.
© steve sniukas
faces from the past
faces from the past
resurging around me
some seen with pleasure
some seen in disgust
what they all have in common
is the touch
they left on my soul
©steve sniukas
Run
Run on down,
remembering;
you have to break lose!
cut all your ties,
every now and then.
Stay in your flow;
stay the one you chose,
find the balance between the two.
it’s not too soon, and not too late.
Come on, run on down,
remembering;
you have to break lose!
let go of all your ego,
go back to when
you still had your glow;
bring it back with you,
here and now in the blue
It’s your choice to remember and move, move as you, run on!
©steve sniukas
Breathe - Surrender
surrender to your self,
surrender to your subconscious,
your mind doesn't know until it's too late,
so surrender to your subconscious,
let go of what you think you can control,
and you’ll be able to breathe,
your mind already knows before you even register it all,
so breathe,
breathe in the awe of what you’re capable of, without even knowing you are.
© steve sniukas
the grip
You cast no shadow,
the darkness in you
is not your own.
You have your own,
held captive by someone or something
who’s hiding inside of you
Can you break their grip and
cast your own
shadow and light of only your own
That’s the beauty of your soul
your own yin and yang
complete in your own
Can you break the grip
of whatever is feeding on your soul
cast your own shadow in your own light!
©steve sniukas
Dream no more?
half asleep, half awake,
we dream no more!
and when we dream no more,
are we no more?
are we free when we dream no more?
are we free if we dream no more?
could we be?
NO WAY!
the only way to stay sane is to dream more!
on and on!
© steve sniukas
Noise or Sound
speak to me,
but I can’t hear a word of what you say
it’s all drowning in the sounds of eternity
coming and going, flowing all about
absolute abundance
of life
of pain
of loss
of gain
second by second, I live, I die
one moment at a time; it’s alright!
I’ll hear what I have to see
what the noise of life is letting through
© steve sniukas
Fit in?
Do you want an ordinary life?
Do you envy those that don’t see past what their eyes perceive?
How can you crave so badly just to fit in?
How can you aim to be but an average John Doe?
When there is so much magic in your soul!
Is it the old craving for what you haven’t got?
Don’t you want to push the envelope?
Don’t you want to embrace the magic all the way ?
©steve sniukas
Same Shit? Please ??!?!!??
Please give them the same over and over;
please shove it down their throat
that’s the way they seem to like it.
Please repeat the same shit all the time,
please stay ordinary and in line
that’s what gets them going.
Are they really only pleased
by the mundane comfort of the known?
Please set them free!
Please let them open their mind!
Please let them appreciate something new!
©steve sniukas
The Freaks
What freaks we are!
always craving what we cannot have
and when we can, we cannot
even enjoy it.
already craving something else!
Devoured by our desires,
burning from the inside out.
leaving empty shells,
unable to fill these voids.
screams echoing the hollow,
inside of us disconnected freaks.
Disconnected from ourselves
we plug our minds into a machine
(sharing our frivolousness with the rest of the world)
have we become a race of freaks?
or just a joke of ourselves,
that we no longer get ?
© steve sniukas