Poems / Prose/ Words
time has no meaning in this place;
greetings from the lizard king:
Mental spheres of a broken past,
waiting around:
pondering the way.
ghost on the way, away
when the dance is over
snap out of the light
this place inside
a friend not forgotten
no slave inside
letting go
of boundaries unknown
until the end of the first step
floating into space, balanced and pure
don’t want the world today nor tomorrow, just a little peace of mine.
moon my friend
come out, come out.
do not hide behind
that veil of clouds
light my way
with that silverfish
reflection of your vibe.
feeling it inside;
let it overcome thyself
feel all the secrets
you’re not hiding.
just look
at the darkness engulfing you.
the light side turning black
giving a glimpse at your aura.
FOUR WALLS.
Four walls surrounding me, slowly coming down on me. It dawns on me that there might be no escaping these solidified stones. Watch the door slowly disappear into nothingness, turning in to solid stone as I run to reach, the last act scene my escape. Not this time around as I hit the wall. Look out the window, turning black, no escape as I reach out, only to feel the cold coming in on me.
How long have I been sitting here? No light falling in to give a hint. The walls start telling their stories, no mouth that moves just words coming from stone. Realizing it is not one voice, but every single stone. Telling me how they became, a wall, layer by layer, every intention to become a home. Never meant to be this prison for me. To much had they seen to still maintain the good will, sucked of all their energy to give long before I sat here, wanting to escape. Too long had I been sitting here to believe a word I heard. Too many lies believed to eagerly to fall again. No this time all I would trust was my mind that I had to leave behind.
Four foot walls, my body unable to penetrate. Nothing to do but leave it behind!
Lay down straighten my spine. Listening to the air filling my lungs so
easily, the heart is still racing. Just closed my eyes and listened,
the walls turning silent wondering at the calm I was about to produce.
Thoughts flying by at the speed of light, but no they are not of
interest now. Colors of every shape and size moving behind my eyes,
easy to get lost in them, but no, they are not of interest now. Feel my
body, all the small sensations so easily overlooked when alive. After a
while all starts to fade like the rest in this life, even feelings and
sensations are volatile. Every breath slowing down, deeper, enticing
the heart to adjust its rate to the quiet rhythm of these war drums
still pounding to my breath.
Feeling the time to leave closing in, my skull slowly opening. Almost feel the sting as something like a white transparent liquid comes out, slowly flowing, revealing a shape that turns out to be another me. Up I rise looking down on me it dawns to me, that is my body lying there, tender almost like a silver umbilical cord I am still connected to it. Somehow drawn to it. But long since I made up my mind to leave this place behind. Still floating under the ceiling. Slipping through I think and already outside I stand, looking at the stars glowing in the night sky, I rise.
A soul seeking out the last refuge, heaven and the stars....
peace in my mind:
my feet on the ground
my head in the air
residing in my belly.
for now this is the place,
of my living:
opening the third eye from below.
screams piercing the quieted mind,
still fragile,
the steps forward,
too easy to fall back again;
lonely man sitting on a hill
© steve sniukas
secretly hiding,
I find myself,
all around me
suddenly I see
it goes under
keep holding on
to this wonder
do we know that god exists
secretly hiding,
I find myself,
all around me
suddenly I hear.
it all goes down
keep holding on to it
watch it slowly drown
now we can now that god exists
the balance restored
waiting to be taken,
up above
down below
riding the spiral
down the drain
of consciousness
up the run
of light
walking the first path,
Twenty one to follow
back to the roots
patiently waiting to be taken
by the wheel of fortune
Slowly eaten from within,
chewing on this
soul of mine.
Doomed I seem to've been
over and over again.
Fear creeping,
angst rising.
Anger and pain,
alternate at the speed of light,
none of which,
seen in this darkness.
Could this be the beginning of
forever and ever
or has the time come to just
move over?
Let the angel dance
with the stars again.
Stars glowing in the sky;
changing shape like our dreams.
Endless they seem to fly;
looking down on us apes.
The vision in our heads;
remains nothing but consumerism.
Illusions sold ‘til death.
The prism in our head dying;
nobody crying (for).
Give it some light,
free ourselves from being apes.
Stop
travel’s over
gone all the way
time has come for the journey to begin
futile the things
which seemed to matter
realize the lies
told to myself
unnecessary words, spoken to easily
travel’s over,
gone all the way
time has come for the journey to begin
go in
futile the things that matter now
tomorrow will unveil more lies
tell myself unnecessary words
spoken to easily
five stands now
The wish to know
how it works
How long since so oblivious
to what’s going on
can we/ can I really
take the understanding
of what I wish for
Sadness, the knowledge
I may actually succeed
In what I play
mastering this reality
taking what I want
do I regret the pain
inflicted upon you
can I really take the understanding
I wished for
The one that lied
to get it all
in the end
ripped it apart
The heart bleeding
Slowly emptying
the feelings
what I wished for
can I really take the understanding
of what life is supposed to be
stop the wheel of fortune
Feeling the time move faster
spinning circles, spiraling in
missing the square
the light that glowed
is now,
Faint the flicker
Anger rising, feel the vibration
pulling down
falling of the line
going down
Triggered this time
breaking free of old patterns,
of habits unknown
shed my skin
peeling it back again
the snake inside my skin
shedding the grin
step out the line,
go in
Anger rising feel the vibration
pulling down
falling of the line
going down
to find what you are looking for
The bottom
loneliness crawling into my skin
rolling in, keep digging
all we need is a place to rest
adaptations
from the past
seem so distant now
all i need is a place to test
confrontation
with the rest
seems so distant now
never took the time
to step back
look without for what's within
the rest, no longer matters
between east and west we can find a place to rest
home became where i lay my head
to watch over the past
no longer feel the need to roam
to test the emperor's wisdom
seems the best
step back, simplicity’s
here to deal
slowly disrobing
lifting the veils
one at a time
down to it
all there is to need
lies still waiting
down in it
time passing slowly
no longer
over-stimulated
no longer
oversaturated
here to deliver
the master-plan
still unknown
everyday faces,
going nowhere
in between, here and there
familiar facades, leaving no traces
not one shining like yours,
the hint of a smile in your eyes
is all I need to take me to that special place
the fire of the heart
lighting up
just your smile is needed to stay there
no longer in need to go anywhere
all these faces going nowhere
dreams, so far from the illusion
still lying within
this mystery of fiction
the desire to step into
the magic theatre
a creation so far
beyond the known
paid the price of admission
my mind
filled to the top
filter it out
’til all that remains
the essence of life
hiding in the emperor’s cave
a mind
third dimension recapitulation
history repeating
past every circle's edge
another center appears
filling the axis of life
destination becomes known
when remembering
waking from the slumber
of the unconscious
dreaming this world to be
alive and breathing
feel this world to be
alive and dreaming
break free of the wheel
Uncertainty, no remains
back from the past
in front of the future
nonexistence of the pains
future and past lost validity
all that remains
now-ness
no reason, no why
not in need of explanations
from the past to justify the future
choose now to be my residence
no longer need the decadence
desires not ripped away
the snake shed its skin when the time was right
to move along
now-ness pushing and pulling
the chariot
hilarious, indecisiveness
so far from any pleasure
to know what to want
that’s not enough
this time around
know when
to run for cover
know when
to stop and turn around
hilarious, decisiveness
so far from any pleasure
to know when to want
that’s not enough
next time around
know when
high life’s a pleasure
know when low life’s a cover
to enjoy
© steve sniukas
progress, the process
disputable
confusable
in the temple of doom
dark vibrations
swirling back and forth
countless days
endless walls
to surpass or to be surpassed
has that become the question
truth’s lingering on
preparing, waiting
to escape
on the connecting flight
still too frail
to accept it all
expand the image
the threshold of pain
to find the balance
© steve sniukas
Consciousness thriving,
resting the battle
walls come down
appearances disappearing
small the steps
to the state of alertness
growing peace
and certainty in my steps
determined to go the way
not in need of the place
awaiting us
left some of it behind
let some disappear
in this battle over mind
and matter
places seen, bloody soil
sticking to our bodies
like oil
from the corpses left
taken by the beast
© steve sniukas