stories in a line,
waiting to be heard.
pushed to speak
by expectations,
unwilling to meet.
why push to speak
I ask you now;
just let go
into the flow
and all that needs to,
will be heard.
Writing
stories in a line,
waiting to be heard.
pushed to speak
by expectations,
unwilling to meet.
why push to speak
I ask you now;
just let go
into the flow
and all that needs to,
will be heard.
the Lion with the
scorpion's tail
soaring through the skies
as though dragon wings
are carrying him.
uniting three in one,
is this animal to fear ?
the wizard among the thieves,
perfectly fitting in like a lizard,
the illusionist playing the games required
not to be spotted,
recognized for his true being.
wield a shield to keep,
the ticks and leeches
from sucking life's precious
energy dry
stealing one from another,
what is out there in abundance,
life itself and the force that keeps it all going,
makes you breathe.
The distance, between me and myself
is growing.
the me i used to be
slowly turning into myself.
the distance between myself and the rest
is growing.
close they used to be,
slowly turning into a faint memory.
the distance, i do not mind
just that others can't see bothers me.
they choose not to see the change
and still pretend to be close to me
twelve miles high and away.
it's two in the morning,
lack of sleep
burning eyes
too tired to fall asleep
a state, not of sleep,
and not awake,
balancing on the edge of
consciousness and reason
turned my days
upside down
still, happiness
remains in a balance;
unknown to the walking dead,
kissed all over
and yet emptied shells
is what remains thirteen.
one massive freakshow wave,
gently sweeping over us.
dreamlike states of mind,
heavens floating right here
on this very level
of thriving decadences
dances,
driving by pounding beats
pushing the envelope
bending the rules of logic and reason
intuition is all we need,
for the next level
No panic on the titanic,
we’re all on the same ship,
slowly drowning
and yet we do not panic,
quietly going about our lives,
awaiting our demise
refusal to give up illusions?
oblivious and too self centered are we?
could we make the choice
to rise from our slumber,
no more sleeping beauty
just waking awareness
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