this spectacle
bewildering the senses
inspiring me to feel this moment,
its eternity in this one breath
habits taking me places;
seen a million times
moments repeating
over and over
loosing their perpetuity
becoming so common place
musty smell lingers on
no more fascination
in these old habits
the empress has left behind
wasted to many days
to just linger on
countless the hours
just pushing out
come to realize now
is all the time it takes
to just start anew
realize
no days to waste
just lingering
countless hours
don’t exist
Four now
shall I ever know
what it is,
taking a hold of me
you said you tried to turn me off,
well you have never turned me on.
did not want to know
what this feels like
loosing my head,
inside my mind
two sides to every story,
did you want to know mine,
never thought you did
I will not tell
this devil
I hold inside
forbidden Lovers
the vision of a cross,
rays of light spinning off,
white the shining.
vibes of red and yellow engulfing it,
bordered by purple and blue
dive into the light
like an ocean deep
dreaming in colors,
flowing in sounds of gold.
geometrical shapes, twists and turns
sitting in no square
countless sides, to this enigma;
unsolved (for now)
keep going, resolving the mystery
one step at a time
down to the last of judgments
the sun disappearing
the night starting to rise
gates opening in the twilight
of this dusk falling upon us as golden dust
new dimensions seen,
letting your eyes loose the focus a little,
colors changing,
new shapes appearing,
seeing the structure behind it all.
the light that shines from all in this world,
reflecting in all that lies beyond
as you rise
the forgotten becomes known (again.)
the perfection of this world,
lies in all its tiny imperfections
surrounding tiny creatures
spinning and dancing
til lost was their knowledge
of the unknown
surrounding tiny creatures.
in & out constantly changing
nothing permanent
always on the run
looking for
what it is,
keeping us going,
This life is IT!
© steve sniukas
repetition, seemingly so mundane
hiding reactions, modes of action.
behaviors unknown to our desires
of taking us higher
illusions dissolving, realities disappearing
at the sight of our third eye
opening to the unknown,
awaiting us beyond our daily habits
run by desires of taking us higher
crowds of people passing unnoted
flowing by an emptied shell,
the mind off into foreign lands
not to be seen from here, only open
to lovers of all.
put on a different lens,
change a point of view,
see the world anew.
ran from darkness falling
like a child
praying for the light to stay
just a little longer
lost all kinds of temporary sanity
as I saw this world fall apart
the precious, unbalanced and impure
no one to make the past undone.
peaks and lows
two sides to every story
part of the same dance
that keeps me going
burnt my eyes
then I began to see
the world lying beneath
poised appearances
meaning only to deceive
way outside the line
pushing and pulling
to keep on going
beyond what we can see
peaks and lows
still lying on the surface of the wheel
© steve sniukas
going home…
return to what?
anxiety riding me;
fear of old habits
and the unknown.
the first step,
the choice to live.
let it all come.
it has been made,
no reason to return.
the illusion remains;
polarities pulling
in every direction.
attachments binding me
to my paranoia.
residual fear.
nothing to be afraid of
but the illusion
in which we live.
lonely old man
has never been alone.
All the things so bright, have fallen this night
an angel cast from heaven, teardrop in a fire
up in blistering smoke, no time left to breathe
the taste of the tempting fruit.
Eight, seven, six then fight
to get along the trail of the dead
poetry in my mouth.
Beautiful and bright,
you have fallen this night.
a lake of blood that used to be ourselves.
Angel cast from heaven;
feeling the spell, compelled to roam this world
til the end of days, never facing
true judgment day, unwilling to compromise
The hurt.
choices overflowing,
Over-stimulation, desensitizing
me to everything
consumption overflow
passing by unnoted
like a sun disappearing
into the clouds
shedding their black veil
over our faces like black satin sheets
overloaded senses
unable to realize
the inspiration surrounding
count to three, pray
open your third eye
begin to see
infinity
tempting fruits,
looking so sweet
the knowledge, the life.
the aftertaste, nothing but sour
grapes to swallow hole.
the mystery remains
gentle weeping in this
darkest hour
rise to dawn
swallow the last sour flavor
dive into the sweetness
of the sun, let the wagon roll
communication downfall,
voices crossing one another
messages lost, words
missing their intended mark
no presence of mind
too busy on an inner dialogue
unable to pause
miss the button
opposition rules
duality in perfection
voices unknown
observing myself
from a caravan of light
warriors making their way
home, up above
Flying high,
your highness,
taking twists and turns
have you ever seen a thing like
this before,
close your eyes.
To let it in,
see the flower unfold
before your inner eye.
not about to die
one sphere at a time
growing to be this
magnificent tree
no act needed to protect
this child’s innocence
unfolding
LOVE
© steve sniukas
Sitting here, frozen
thoughts wandering off,
to the depths of the soul
wondering how far does this way lead; well
apparently to the innermost essence
the eternal, from where we came, to where we’ll go
so why can’t we just look down this rabbit hole
ego keeping us back; bound to this seemingly never ending grasping
god I don’t know what to say
trying to drown the ego, let it sleep
hoping that ego will let me
yet still sitting here led by ego to ways
that cause most harm
and the love that we feel is all
that can save us now
take me back there, take me back like on a time trip to where I belong
down there where it is all safe
down there
wish there was a pill to take me there;
wish there was someone to say:
“take the blue pill, wake up in the morning, remembering what you want;
take the red pill and see how deep the rabbit hole really goes.”
but this ain’t the movies,
and so we take the long way
to find this place
there ain’t no pill to take me there
King of what you play,
please hear what I have to say.
King of what you play,
why do you have to make me run away.
King of what you play,
please don’t let the colors fade to gray.
King of what you play,
where are your queens, princess and princesses,
have they all gone away.
Gone away, to find a pearl, gone away.
King of what you play,
preserve the colors from fading to gray.
King of what you play,
don’t flush it all away,
King of what you play,
let me stay,
king of what you play,
no not tonight, don’t go away,
king of what you play,
make them stay,
keep the colors from fading to gray
king of what you play
King of what you play,
have your queens, princess and princesses gone away,
away to find a pearl
King of what you play;
why are you running away
King of what you play
© steve sniukas
un-doubtfully wasted,
useless to surrender,
I never fought, compromised my will.
no doubt in my mind,
the will to live
fully blown, way out there,
it takes place now and again,
my will I compromise.
Not one day went by, then came the time and
I rose,
no longer
laying down,
playing dead
SPIN THE WHEEL AGAIN.
Fifteen minutes of fame,
come fifteen of shame.
Fifteen of pleasure,
fifteen of pain.
Fifteen of treasure,
fifteen down the drain.
Fifteen of desire
fifteen to retire.
Seven minutes, twenty three seconds away, another now.
Money matters, depending on your view of the world,
it’s less or more.
choose wisely the fortune that you seek, so it’s the one you need;
to be.
does it matter, the neighbors having bigger cars.
none of the acquired material is what you take beyond this worldly dimension,
still unknown.
all there is to take lies in you.
choose wisely what you store, for memory’s not the easiest to erase.