Poems / Prose/ Words
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.
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.
Madness lies in the perception,
judgmental thoughts,
classifying the unknown.
normal people;
are those we do not know well,
for the rest, well
look at your friends
can you tell me in all honesty
you know one that is
normal ?!?!?
or would you have to lie ?
SEVEN AGAIN ???
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.
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.
humbling experiences,
far beyond logic and reason.
feeling every molecule,
the fabric of space and time
blowing our minds.
close your eyes,
let the warm sound embrace you,
comfort you,
show the way
way back home again.
© steve sniukas
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 ?
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
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.
tapping into the flow,
the words pour constantly
unfortunately,
the key to staying in this flow
still lies hidden
in ancient scriptures
and moderns thoughts alike
the system you choose
doesn’t play a role when the goals
are aligned, all the same
why do we have to fight over our faith ?
why can’t we follow our own way
back home to where we belong,
where we came from.
Ideas in my head,
clear as this sunny day,
countless as the stars at night.
the ankh was the beginning,
but where does it lead this chosen path of ours
inability to express the next step
unable to utter the truth known deep inside
redemption’s far away
reprimands so close,
to close to escape;
the wheel rolling over us.
When everything has been said before,
when there is nothing left to say anymore.
where do we go from here ?
how do we know we haven’t been there ?
information age,
disinformation Christ
watching you
suck it in
ticks & leeches
when everything has been done before,
when there is nothing left to say anymore
where do we go from here ?
how can we lay down, oversaturated ?
waiting in vain
for god to take the pain.
first realize there is always at least
one more thing to do;
die in peace
No longer know who we are
we think we live,
we think we love;
forgot the fall,
rejection from paradise
we think we live,
we think we love,
forgot we have to make it back up
along the road, out of
our very own personal hell
first the devil taught us
he did not exist.
Now ready for his every scheme
still giving our sympathies
not believing his existence
gave him all the power he needed
got it all stated
then just had to lay back
in black
watching us go against another
no today, I will stop,
pay no more sympathies to the devil
Passion can it last a life?
or is it slowly dying
like this fire before me,
lighting these dark desert skies
are all the things changing to
the mundane, unhappy habits
decaying with every breath
burnt down to extinction.
now, the fire we can fuel
now can we revive the passion ?
almost forgotten
like these bones
before me in the desert sands
Flying to Saturn,
ignited by a sound
vibrating in the solar plexus.
Rose up the spine,
took all its time.
At the neck the pressure began to climb,
nods blocking the way.
Spinning out of rhythm the fifth is;
let the deep vibration reset it into tune.
Let it rise to the head,
gently waking the third eye.
Sweeping up into the crown;
see the light pouring down;
blinding the eyes,
and yet the vision’s clearer than ever.
PAST THE WALLS
Floating beyond the four walls, glancing down, how much more can the silver cord be stretched before it snatches. It keeps me bound to the marvels below, and yet I long to reach out and touch the sky. The third dimension remains still to unknown to split, to much left to discover to leave it all behind. Although the mission remains a mystery, the feeling residing inside lets me take a glimpse every once in a while. Until now, no master plan, I only deliver, that is all. Unquestionably the time to go has still to come else I’d be gone since long.
No, still need to explore, there are some things left to do, starting here and now, floating above my personal, demonic four walls. The sky above, unclouded, stars sparkling, as I try to close my eyes, I realize my lids are translucent, as the deep blue see, can sometimes be. I try to move but there remains no physicality in my being. So how can I move, seemingly stuck in this spot above my four walls, I realize a thought is all it took to get out here, another thought getting me over there. Looking down at the city of sin, millions of lights enthralling us to come in, play a game. No not tonight, as I fly through emptying streets, into halls of fame and loss of all; get out look around, the stars above by far more enticing, than this neon freak show distraction. Hanging in the sky black as a raven’s feathers, glowing like sparkling diamonds, suspended in nothingness, defined by darkness. And still their shine is so powerfully piercing through; no darkness can surpass our glowing friends.
Suddenly I see, I am not the only one floating up, see what appears to be other souls, reaching out, going up, some with a cord like mine, some without, lost their last dime, and jumped of the clip to leave worldly matters behind. Where are they headed, not the ones still alive, connected to their body, but the ones that slit the last connection. All of them seem to be headed in one direction, but where does it lead? What is next? Declared dead but obviously something is still there, something which most do no longer care to see, the life-force that brought them here in the first place, remains unchanged, vital.
Calling them to wait for me, so we can communicate. But no, they just motion for me to follow, heading for the Milky Way. I feel my cord strain to keep up, my worldly desires keeping me bound to my body too eagerly to follow, and see what comes next, where our souls head? Exhausted I surrender, turn around, make a final turn and head back to a body, which seems to be asleep, yet strangely conscious I remained all this time… want to see what is next ?
Pain slowly crawling
through me.
Born inside, slowly
creeping out of my skin.
Fear setting in,
gently asking, can you take some more?
Watch the answer formulate in my mind;
whatever you can dish out,
I’ll take in.
Just focusing on the quiet little center;
that none can shatter;
just breathe to ease the pain away.
It’s not the end
lonely man
mend the wounds
head on out forward back again.
Pleasure and pain,
loss and gain,
not far from being the same,
isn’t it insane?
Madness in any direction,
look no matter where
can you feel the friction
in the air?
Go anywhere;
do you see the devil’s been there?
© steve sniukas
Pleasure chasing us,
no desire for the real
madness lying in all of us.
haven’t found one, to truthfully
fit the norm.
still hiding behind the pretense
of normality.
trying to look shocked when the news is on.
this is not just hypocrisy,
try and read between the lines;
merge your halves into the one you can be.