Came to life a dreamer,
precious ability until no longer nurtured;
worlds created in a fragile mind, soul, and heart.
Now, told not to be a fantasist,
focusing only on reality.
Paradox, to me, we should refrain
from what created this reality.
Can not leave our dreams alone
if you care to rise.
A string of words, meaningless without intention.
How to get this intention is the riddle to be solved.
Let the words take you onto the journey,
through minds, of many kinds.
Dream your way trough the words,
speak them out loud. Let them take you to another place.
Divine.
Longing to reach this mountain’s crest,
robed in a cloud.
Reaching out but to far to touch.
Muscles start to burn,
thought has calmed.
Just the motion of steps remains,
one at a time.
Driven by what lies beyond explanation;
too pure to be captured in words.
Took a last step into the cloud,
no longer touched the ground:
weightless this body had become.
Sat over a stone, no time,
just there. (eleven)
When will we become the facades
we surround us in?
Stop playing charades.
No more of the same old talk,
no more play of the same old games.
Known the rules far too long,
broke far too many;
to keep on ignoring:
It will all come back ‘round full circle;
what goes against them;
goes against us.
Karma’s dance;
can you see the cosmic irony?
Mysterious the chants,
enthralling me to this dance,
no more
have I left to fancy.
The Voices in my head growing silent,
with the beating of my heart.
Four and one, slow and calm the breath;
consciousness retreats, lets me see
what lies dormant in me.
Resurface, all looks the same;
but everything has changed.
Beginning to dream a world of unparalleled magnificence .
Freedom reigns,
the tree of knowledge,
the tree of life;
growing their flowers side by side;
spinning and spiraling
through a spoken verse.
The dream of life,
overcoming this reality,
see the magician dance on the wheel.
Desperately in need of
a strangers hand;
to keep me on my chosen path;
plastered with temptation and distraction.
Entered the magic theatre;
there is no turning back.
Paid the price of admission in full;
The mind.
No longer in need to stray from what is ahead.
13 again, death and rebirth, the old dance again.
© steve sniukas
Indifference striking me
left or right, who gives a damn
about redemption.
Hell could not be worse
than this state of affairs,
The world today
about to stand still;
too fake
to keep on revolving, evolving;
a planet without a core.
Redemption’s not today
nor tomorrow
could this day be the last of this vessel
Run, desire,
ran life too long
to still crave the same
old reckless darkness.
Move away
choose to live.
Forget addiction to the flesh
nothing but a shell,
passing in time
to become superseded.
No longer run from thyself,
accept all this
imperfection.
So many reflections
from the past
chasing us through the future,
obsolete passed with time.
Desire of the flesh
darkness, no longer my choice
Is to live.
© steve sniukas
Entering the wheel of fortune,
leaving habits behind.
Welcoming the change,
flexibility becomes the rule:
Nothing is carved in stone.
The same thoughts wondering my head,
for days.
Beginning to feel as though cursed
to spin in circles, by forces unknown.
Considering possibilities,
considerably killing me.
Choices overflowing,
thoughts been over thought, and overanalyzed;
motivation lost:
Still the same keep haunting me, taunting me
the High Priest still looking down on me.
Death on a Sunday afternoon,
the deity calling us.
Atropea, Kali, choose a name;
they are the same.
Red the planet calling,
black the sun has turned.
Night and day
became the same.
As Saturn ascended, four again.
Push the envelope,
watch it over-bend,
realities intermingling:
bending dimensions,
just to watch it all collapse, without
this key.
Open the last chamber,
reside, come down, calm down.
Breathe the (uni) verse,
watch the boundaries
disappear.
Fluorescent light that remains;
bright, and boldly showing the way.
Madness, becoming sadness.
Beckoning the light,
to come and take me;
now that my mind’s at rest.
Wait here,
sit and stare
into the fire
burning up my heart.
Reckoning the light,
come and take my mind
down that spiral again.
Strange feelings these days,
blurred visions follow moments of clarity.
Twisting and turning,
unable to pin that dream chasing me.
Hours of pondering
a way only leads me away,
to thoughts of confusion.
Taken that first step,
it’s too late to turn back.
Got to head all the way,
pass the threats still unknown.
’til the balance's restored!
This night I fought again,
the same old demon as for years.
Do not remember the count;
too many passed.
Finally gave in, lay my weapons down.
Opened the heart to let it all in.
Feasting on it’s success, the demon lay to rest.
Fortifications withdrawn I came to succeed,
let the energy flow through, not out;
but up in a loop.
Still swirling through my mind,
the energy left the demon behind.
Begging to be taken in again.
who am I?
still in the fangs of
anger and desire
running me.
through the bottom
needs to be understood
before the rise into higher planes
of this existence.
anger rises,
can’t get what I want to
physically healthy
emotionally disturbed.
the love in me
suffocated by unfulfilled desires;
pleasure and pain
end up feeling the same,
dead old man
stars sparkling
your eyes in the dark
the moon’s reflecting
the light in you
standing on the corner
where to turn my head to
the light’s not blinding
leading the way
just stay and see
decisiveness led by intuition
to the way
passed the days
of doubt
such a mess
the spirit can clear
it all, let the priest out
standing still,
feeling its onset
slowly coming to take my mind
opening the doors of perception
propelled in like a moth into the flame
sucking me in.
begin to see infinity
beyond these walls of stone
unseen ‘scapes
revealing truths unknown
to this sober mind
spiraling down to
metatron’s cube
the flower revealed
an illusion so pure;
its appearance of real
deceiving all eyes
but the inner ones see beyond
these nine closed doors
unhurriedly cleansed one trip at a time
a fascination, so pure
slowly coming for all of us
constantly present,
so often ignored.
gently falling apart
one cell at a time
long and slow, this, our decay
still we live as though
this life will sustain,
leave you lying there,
dust that remains.
do not have all the time in this world,
this life is the one you get.
the one chance to get it right.