Poetry of Steven Leake

Reality has an identity

A union of opposites That
Echoes
Through time

In sin waves

A mathematical symphony Of metaphysical truth

Do what you must

To get square with the universe 

And it will carry you to your destiny

Surrendering to the natural ebb and flow

Of life and its cycles 

And orienting yourself 

To the most fundamental and profound 

Realities you can bear

Is to let the machinery of the gods

Work for you

Take time to be still and listen

With a humble and grateful heart

And the mysteries of existence 

Will reveal themselves to you

Like the warm embrace

Of a long lost lover

Remain teachable throughout life

And remain sensitive to the suffering 

Of those around you

Use your words 

To uplift, comfort and defend your fellow man

Adopting a positive mentality

Regardless of your hurt

Will train your mind

To find opportunity 

Where others see only despair 

There is no power greater

Than the moral clarity and resolve

Of a free people

I am finding a stillness within 

Opening up to hidden realms of warmth and joy where the divine and I mingle in moments of mutual discovery 

And I find hints of that eternal soul

That existed before as only a fleeting sensation of depths unknown 

An abiding peace burns slowly in the presence of resolve 

To see this truth break gently upon the earth once again as a returning dawn Like winged victory herself 

Reality is a collective battle of wills

When pink converse 

Is the boot on your neck

In

Heaven’s justice 

Up until this very moment 

Rendered an incomplete victory 

In dreams and fantasy 

Now breaking through the surface 

To manifest 

The vision of a mischievous spirit 

That exists solely to please and harass

The best of us 

In a perpetual 

Dark night of the soul 

Hospital music 

On a winters morning 

The Lilly in the valley 

With you

We fall into 

A merging with the universe 

A buffet of beauty and the sublime 

Oscillating between heaven and hell

Why must you and I keep finding each other

In fleeting moments of chaos and abandon 

In some cosmic struggle of attrition 

Each day 

As you unfold into oblivion 

In ever widening cycles 

Of rebirth and destruction