Writing
Life is BEAUTIFUL!
but far from getting better.
’cause not one of us
stops for a moment to see
there is more than
what lies on the surface
sometimes, mirrors show
what you want to see
can you claim
you are free ?
and choose to see
the beauty that lives in everything ?
©steve sniukas
listening to those chants
going places
some may call a fantasy;
a world of dreams,
but to real they feel
to be just that.
galaxies unfolding before
my inner eye, you might say,
but no, they are all surrounding
as if standing in an open room
stars sparkling
colors entwine
green, golden and white
this dust,
mild orange the glow
vast spaces, floating through
no thoughts
just observing, taking in
questions, unspoken
become; answered,
clear as known for years;
no doubts
let go and come in,
go out,
whatever it takes,
it’s all there to share.
no possessions
no religion,
just being and accepting.
3rd in the series of 3, 1st = gaze, 2nd = beyond
darkness falling
in the middle of this day
ancient chants,
bewildering my senses
the vibration of these mantrams
resonating in me
not real for many,
no dream to me,
I feel
the light that remains
lies in the sound
we carry
shining when even the stars
have left to rest.
2nd in a series of 3, 1st = gaze 3rd = further beyond
high as heaven,
low as hell,
all here, right now,
this planet is what we make of it.
heaven and hell
somewhere in between these
two extremes, we dwell
for most are drawn back and forth
we all are:
the good and the bad
the beautiful and the ugly
could we come to accept that ?
the beholder defines us to be either or.
extremes,
they lie in all of us,
one and one
to make one !
© steve sniukas
a little spirit,
growing free
slowly turning into …
a memory, all that is left
… a human
living a life
(what life?)
in search of answers,
asked for
thousands of years
who are we ? where did we come from ?
why are we here? where are we going to ?
are these memories,
lost before
again on this passage ?
go all the way to find
out more,
again.
shed a tear
and saw a world fall apart
quietly looking at those;
eager to win
was there something
they chose to forget ?
what you get tomorrow,
may well be
what you gave today.
shed a tear, and
the doorstep into a mind appeared
step inside yourself,
welcome in
you will be
forever changed
at your own will .
another late night
gazing at stars,
hidden in a veil of clouds
still can feel them to be there.
gazing at the snow
slowly falling down on us
turning black into white again
can you feel them touch your skin
or is it numb in cold
that is but an illusion of pain
the blood gathering in your head,
are you surprised ?
hanging upside down
gaze is the first in a line of 3, next is beyond, followed by further beyond...
to learn,
could that be
the only thing
to do down here ?
maybe,
we need a little lovin’ too!
both these, no matter how
fucked up your day has been, yet again
can turn it all
into a good evening;
the two as one
or just by themselves
can save your day yet again
and in the end when these are all you have left,
in that moment of your dying, you know !
and it is worth it !
the wind, throwing me in every direction,
teasing my soul to drift
away with it.
swirling all the energies around me,
telling me not to worry about things.
let go
come and fly
the worlds between seen and unseen
your will becomes you vehicle
years you have been waiting
for this union
wind and fire
taking away the crucifix
find your fix in another place
why not start with you heart
no blame to give,
none to take
look for the cause
not the symptoms
drift away on the wind
speaking secret tongues
and unknown languages
that is what it seems to me,
when looking at people's faces
whilst they are listening to me
people are strange,
not only in the rain
whatever;
can it all really be going down the drain ?
they said:
love me two times,
one for tomorrow and one just
for to fucking day
but why not make it three times,
to make it even again
complete the trinity, once more
just one of the ways, it could start one day
could start that way,
a new, freshly born memory
truly enjoy
tempting the devil,
but oh why do we seek out
what used to be
the most beautiful of all angels,
until fallen.
tempting the devil
brings you close,
shows you
your own limits
if you’re not up for the fight,
you could end up
dying,
that is if you are willing to
DIE
and I ain’t yet
is something new,
always preceded by
the end of something old ?
does the end of something old
always mean
that there will be something new ?
or is there no correlation between the two ?
just another question to which I
haven’t found an answer yet.
the old ways, the ones
of the earth
swinging in harmony
with the new ones,
of the sun
to find the balance
could this be our generations'
quest?
bringing technology
into harmony
with the planet's survival
uniting old and new
to become one
advanced life
of awareness and respect
lived by the highest
of standards,
at the greatest ease,
on the way
to perfecting this being.
still long ways to go,
many obstacles to pass.
the will to survive
and a voice of reason
can take you there
led by your inner guidance.
death changes us all,
when you feel it
walking beside you,
sitting just behind you, always.
you can turn your head all that you want to,
you won't catch more than a glimpse
or when you have let him,
take you all the way,
you know something
inside of you has changed;
the understanding
of all this beauty that surrounds you
lets you breath deeper.
feel the connection
between all that is and has been
and inside us all
it just waits to be awakened,
and sometimes it waits
until the moment,
right before you die
and in the very end
when it all begins
you remember everything
walked your streets
at day and night,
you are heaven and hell
in the same, sitting there
like a chess-board,
waiting for the figures to move
decadence thriving of
people chasing dreams,
and yet you behold
a strange peace
in these early morning hours
when you almost slumber
and your skies glow
this greenish tone
just over the mountains
surrounding the plains
on which you rose
desert sands, on which
the pyramid sinks
the fastest,
the perfect show,
the banker inside
the holy shape
death is no stranger
to your streets,
often called upon
by broken dreams and greed
but as he is fair to us all,
coming for us all, when our time is right
so you bewilder my senses,
uniting dream and hell
on an ancient desert plain.
LIFE.
in some way shape or form,
ever changing,
always unfolding
history happens now
but is not only shaped by our kind
what do you want your
story to be?
you are writing it NOW.
a heart, not of stone,
but surrounded by it;
cocooned in coldness,
hardness, ni unbreakable
inhaling you three times;
threw your spear,
fractured the walls on the first,
on the second,
small crumbles came falling off,
on the third,
the spear touched the centre,
out came a ball of light,
warm and soft;
yet with a might and force
unspoken off
nothing of the stone is left,
just a heart, glowing
of your light
still in haze,
it all just appears to be
a little lighter,
brighter at least to me that is.
sudden bursts of energy,
shifts, influencing everybody
but few are those
to chose, to see
where it came from
they used to be sporadic
and mild at best
now you can feel
them crawl up your spine
raping your mind
letting out the animal
in you and everything surrounding
The only time that remains
is now
what is your choice ?
LIFE or IGNORANCE
and it’s pretense of bliss ?
I have died,
and I have been reborn
nothing has changed in between
and nothing is the same
I was a stranger
and now I am even stranger
than before
have I changed ? Absolutely;
no going back
once you bought the ticket,
took the ride
all you have left, is the experience
on which to decide
no worries, no lingering
once you realize;
life is beautiful
is when you become aware of
yourself and the world
to dream again is to be free again
another dreamer in a land
where dreams have long been lost
Nothing as pure, powerfully
connecting , lifting you higher.
making you feel this energy
another leaves behind
in an empty room;
holds through heaven and hell
a bond over thousands of miles,
not to be strained,
unbreakable
nothing as pure as this feeling
I have yet to meet,
the true one