CAN BE

beyond the edges
no more centers appear
and yet,
no vast emptiness, to be felt
as we pass the gates
of our subconscious going with the flow
enter completely
and there is no more going out
free flow! free fall?

floating above the clouds, that are no more
no more than you and I
yet all there is to be
be free, as slaves we remain

as life turns, choices I make
seem to matter, and yet always come back
come back to the path of the flow
asking me to let go

a dance that encompasses
all that is, all that was, all that will be
as our third eye opens
to see all that we can be

freedom can be found in the oddest of places,
and all along my devils’ are chasing me
down to the darkest of places,
up to the brightest of heavens
as I disappear in a crowd

no need for mutiny or revolution,
we need revelations of our subconscious
to stimulate evolution.

© Steve Sniukas

IN BETWEEN

the little angel on one shoulder,
the little devil on the other,
forever arguing their case.
when there is no right or wrong,
only consequences

so what is there left to say
for me, sitting in the middle
can only pray
for a little quiet time,
just to calm down.

© steve sniukas

FIRE

Not as confused as yesterday,
still i feel reality’s ever changing,
slowly consuming me, a fire within
of which, still only sparks are to be seen.

Can’t wait for the day, they fully ignite,
let me burst open and consume me.

Yet in no hurry, I find myself
patiently going about…

until it’ll all be on fire

VANITY

the beauty of the first flower,
will it remain?
or is it fading with the arrival
of the rest?

it bewilders my senses to see
beauty trying to outdo beauty

and standing by,
the killer is patiently waiting,
marking his prey.

in the masses of the oblivious
hiding dead emotions behind pretty smiles

fake as the rest,
once you've peeled
the shell
away.

WORLDS

Why are we taught to forget
what we see, when children we are?

our minds, are no saints,
self-centered we’ve learned to be.

self-importance, overrated
still constantly underestimated by most.

no one here to show us
how to live?
we all need to fall by ourselves,
to learn the extremes
of our existence.

here is as real as
there has always been

aware of yourself,
you need to be
somewhat free
to enter there.

the day that I woke up;
no remembering where or when
it was.

SIMPLICITY

The principle of simplicity,
has so many complexities;
our points of view,
defining our perception, defying reality .

The infinite not to be seen
in a million stars;
lighting up like countless dreams,
as night begins to fall.

DEFINITIVE

back and forth I swing
unable to make the choice
indecisiveness

how to set a definitive point
into a constant flow ?

every second everything is changing,
but they ask me to remain the same,
unchanged

how to stop the unstoppable
the constant flow
of everything that stands now

only moments away, the change
of all we know, took for granted.

BELIEVE

what we believe becomes real,
at least for us that is.
how much belief would it need
to move the past,
that, which is done and gone?

inability to answer, as I never felt a need
to change what is done and gone

believe it all happens for a reason
believe one day we will know why
it all unfolded the way it did

it's not always fun
yet continuously interesting
as we progress through time

what we believe becomes real,
at least for us that is

objectively subjective reality

FaLLiNg to PiEceS

everything is falling to pieces,
and we are the illusionists
pretending it’s still the same
brave old world

millions of things have changed
over the last decades

fundamentally unchanged
we remain the same.
hiding our skeletons in tiny closets
readily cleaning others’ out

minding someone else’s business
is always easier than to handle our own

heap of crap, hate and dead feelings we collect.

ANIMAL IN ME

the lion with the scorpion's tail,
always ready to sting.

driven like the horses of ancient days,
to roam freely through the lands.

born under Uranus,
the fire of intution is the driving force.

THE LAKE

sitting on your shores,
mild the summer breeze
carrying the birds’ songs to my ears
your stillness calming my mind
the life you hold reviving me

for how long has the water been flowing
through you?
by far more than our bodies shall last,
I would imagine.
and still you look as though only seconds have passed.

generations since we were sitting on your shores,
you are the one to know all the stories,
and have made them into your own,
one, united, free for all,
and yet never shared.

that is the beauty you hold, and all that remains.

AMAZING GRACE

amazing grace,
so called coincidences
in fact do not exist.
all is constantly flowing,
a reason behind all that happens!

do you choose to see,
what lies in infinity :

it is you,
just as it is all else.
choose to be in the flow,
or stay on its side,

but do not tell me you can not swim,
’cause it will carry you all the way,
if you choose to let go

first it might feel like a free fall,
but soon you’ll see your descend
is your going up.
and both are controlled by a mysterious force,
that is life unfolding again and again !

MUSIC

the music has long since faded,
still my heart is pounding
to the beats that rained down on me
for hours.

the music, keeps going in my head
no denying,
it's a healing force, a mind opener
free for the enjoyment

always something new to discover

SILLY

silly, us humans we are ?
chasing dreams and pleasures
even when we know it is but
a vain attempt
to fill the void

we all feel it;
still looking for ways
to escape our own emptiness

did forget: love can show us the way

the one feeling
to make us whole again,

if not confused with desire that is.

HONEY

just like bees,
swarming around the honey
subconsciously sucking
life's energy

lashing on like leeches,
sucking you dry
slowly, unknowingly;
free fall.

consciousness thrives
as i observe the haunted minds
on their way to die.

craving every bit of attention
to get a sense of belonging
to you
         HONEY

POISON?

technically speaking,
you are poison
running through my veins,
but still, you feel at home,
make me feel D same.

awaken the sleeping beauty
in anyone, who dares you,
to come close, lets you in.

Mother of god, may be your first thought
but if you do not cling...

Technically speaking,
poison running through my veins,
yet you take me places divine,
make me feel safe and warm, inside:
home again

TIME AND SPACE

All is connected:
the principle of non-locality
defeating time and space
defying the boundaries,
commonly taken for granted.

the divine and the mundane
connected all the same.
intertwined we all are,
in aboriginal dream time
we can know it all
beyond this time and space.

no more hiding behind our veils
of lies.

INSANITY ?!?

Insanity as I plead you guilty,
of a crime;
which is your nature
no going back, no running forward,
stuck here and now you are.

so many places, you have been;
come back and wash yourself from your sins
unable to be forgotten, yet always forgiven.

i dream no more
to be released from her pleasure,
such a torment,
a reality, all too often, so close,
and yet just an empty shell

Never going back, and still
visiting the same places.

COME TO...

your sex is peacefully
placed upon my bed.
feast my eyes,
on your beauty divine.

just the look of your eyes
drives chills
up and down my spine.

a dream, the smell of you;
bewildering my senses.
lost in a sea of stimulation
before even one single touch
of you

the smoothness of your skin,
soft as silk, a bed of rose leaves,
i feel you

defenseless i end
all i can do
is surrender to you

and there is no denying
my taking pleasure in it.

PLEASE

all the what ifs in this life,
can never be solved.
decisions are made:

wrong or right does not matter
you can never please them all.

go your own way,
cause no harm,

you can even change your mind,
but you'll never please them all!