The Poetry of Michel St John

17/02/2024

A bloodship sailing,
over bloodsea, bloodstream trailing.
Bloody faces,
bloodied hands.
Bloody bodies in the sand.
Buried deep,
a bloodseed sleeping.
Soon to sprout,
a bloodstalk creeping.
From the Earth,
a bloodtree born.
Bloodred fruits,
of hatred, scorn.
Bloodfilled hopes and bloodfull dreams,
of flesh by bloody branches torn,
apart amidst bloodcurdling screams.
What a scene,
oh what a sight,
great gory garden of delight.
Dwellings razed and set alight,
all ablaze, none left to fight.
Just strange fruits fallen,
adorn the ground,
a Woman wailing,
what a sound,
bloodsoaked by the co**se she's cradling.
All light fading.
Putrefaction.
Bloodlust sated.
Satisfaction.

~MStJ~

A bloodship sailing, over bloodsea, bloodstream trailing. Bloody faces, bloodied hands. Bloody bodies in the sand. Buried deep, a bloodseed...

31/07/2023

Time is running out.
Death in the East.
Fire in the South.
Some great rough beast's,
rapacious, grinning mouth,
agape. Preparing for the feast.

While many wander West,
finding Nihil.
Gaunt, depressed,
and deathly ill.
Our true North alone is blessed.
Secluded behind icy hills,

Beyond all sight
we skip and play,
with wrong and right.
Forsake the day
in sheer delight.
On bloody beds of thorns we lay.

Embrace the cold,
eternal night.
We fled the fold and your control.
A guiding light
burns in our soul;
To ever struggle, ever fight.

~MStJ
https://michelstjohn.blogspot.com/2023/07/true-north.html?

Time is running out. Death in the East. Fire in the South. Some great rough beast's, rapacious, grinning mouth, agape. Preparing for the fea...

30/06/2023

"Watch the birds fly".
She said to me,
& blinked her eyes,
smiling, self satisfied.
But they don't soar,
in empty skies,
they weave between concrete towers,
chimneys pouring smoke,
at all hours,
devouring,
the bright blue canvass,
with dark, grey fumes.

https://michelstjohn.blogspot.com/2023/06/birdbrained.html

26/06/2023

https://michelstjohn.blogspot.com/2023/06/daylight.html

Shining Sun, the light of reason,
however near or far,
I swing from you, throughout the seasons,
you remain my guiding star.

Illuminating all that's dark,
divide above from the below,
making light and shadow part,
making life wither and grow.

Guiding me on all my paths,
directing me to reach my goals.
Shield me from the wicked's wrath,
banish darkness from my soul.

Fill my heart with joyous laughs,
when troubles they take their toll,
Warm the waters in my bath,
never let your light grow cold.

Nourish me with beaming rays,
so my life force multiplies.
Make effortless and long my days,
short my nights, and strong my eyes.

That all truths I come to see,
in their multitude of forms,
that I may ever break free,
from ignorance and other norms.

Which keep the World shrouded in mist,
and people stumbling forwards blind,
brushing shoulders, throwing fists,
seeking things they never find.

Then sweet light of reason I,
will promise you constant devotion.
From the snow capped mountain high,
across the crystal, turquoise ocean,

ever will I follow you,
anywhere you shine and lead.
I give myself to your control
to serve your will is all I need.

~MStJ

Shining Sun, the light of reason, however near or far, I swing from you, throughout the seasons, you remain my guiding star. Illuminating al...

23/06/2023

Golden light warmed my body,
beckoned my eyes to open.
Open themselves,
to Sol's penetrating sight.
Forcing his way
through the smallest cracks,
in my curtains.

Golden showers,
from his big beaming face,
nurturing Honeysuckle,
Jasmine and Rose.
Fragrant aromas floating,
through my windows,
blown by gentle breeze,
into my nose,
teasing me to leave,
my comfortable repose.

I deeply breath,
put on my h**p underclothes,
sourced responsibly,
assume half lotus pose,
then transition to tree.
Opening my heart wide,
to receive energy,
and divine inspiration,
I descend to my knees.

Meditating until,
my mind's in a trance,
the world becomes a stage,
and my routine a dance,
that my body flows through,
like a channel of love,
aligned to higher powers,
directed from above.

~MStJ
https://michelstjohn.blogspot.com/2021/12/awakening.html

19/06/2023

Schiztory

Fragments, so many,
emerging, glittering
points of light,
interrupt the calm,
of night-time reflection.

Each bright point
connected by,
vast gleaming webs of spit.
Saliva coruscates and drips,
trickles into shallow pools
of meaning.

Formless begetting form,
vapours hovering,
over dark waters,
from which emerge,
the hunched backs of bodies,
dividing from abyssal deep.

Mouths agape,
swallowing,
thick viscous fluids.
Fattened they fall,
piled in foul heaps,
of decay, to sleep.
To dream.

Centuries of History,
displayed like strategic points,
on a map,
encapsulated, joined like dots.
Haphazardly overlap.
Borders stringently defined,
guarded. They grow,
wane, flicker and fall.

A tattered picture,
of it all,
shaped by time's ravages.
Crushed by the hands,
in which it's been held,
torn, between opposite demands,
in opposite directions.
To rest in foreign lands.

Altered, falsified,
purged of all imperfections.
Given form,
content,
a purpose.
Put in alignement,
with the original intent,
of that piercing gaze which says:
"This is what was meant".

~MStJ

01/06/2023

After some very encouraging reviews, and much glowing praise,
I think it's finally time I shared with you, the work of many days.

02/12/2022

I had travelled ancient lands,
countenance as dark as night,
you could never understand,
how my soul shone pure, white light.

I was young when I first learned,
the World is bathed in boiling violence,
many play with fire, burn,
so their dreams decay in silence.

One day a child sat near me,
beneath the midday sun's bright rays,
and spoke of hidden mysteries,
then looking at the birds did say:

"All that was and all that lives,
are not defined by shape or form,
but by their life, and what they give.
From the moment we are born,

we exist in time and space,
for but the twinkling of an eye.
No sooner have we touched the face,
of Earth, or sat beneath the sky,

at night to watch the stars above,
than everything that we enjoyed,
all we cherished, all we loved,
is by some greater force destroyed.

We have but a little while,
in the sun, yet many a life finished,
before it had begun, so smile,
your riches won't diminish.

Pure water springs from deep within,
the Heart, freely bestowed,
so quench your thirst, this sacred spring,
will help your soul and body grow.

When all have seen the face of fear,
then all will hear the inner voice,
of conscience singing loud and clear,
to turn away's a choice,

would you shade your fellow man,
if the flames of hellfire spat,
burning heat to greet the stand,
they took, or not look back?

While you walk away from them,
to hide behind your walls.
On each other we depend
and everything could fall,

If we unweaved the tapestry,
which binds and holds us all."

01/12/2022

What drives this body?
What is this force
inside me?
It’s pushing me
it’s pushing me away
from innocence.
from love.
It’s pushing me
it’s pushing me away
from you.
It’s something like a hunger.
Maybe it’s a lack in my soul.
Maybe a black hole
sits
at the centre of each of the galaxies that all of us are
grabbing
pulling
devouring all the stars
all the light around
inside
and between us.
I have become a weapon
that I cannot control
because I can I must and will
consume and never have my fill.
~MStJ

11/06/2022

I once whispered live
Iambic of five
I freely would dive
Right into the deep
While others would sleep
Locked safe in their keeps
Sheltered from the cold.
Their bones growing old
Like sheep in a fold
No desire to leave,
Their boughs bore no leaves,
They'd listen to me,
Talking on the eaves,
Just above their heads
The things they would hear
Turned their faces red
Told truths which they feared
So badly misled
By leaders and peers
For whom they had bled
And followed for years.
The lies that were said
had closed all their ears,
I opened them up,
They wanted me dead.

10/05/2022

Spiritual Credit
Anything you want
you can get it.
It only takes intention,
and concentration,
for the emancipation
of your soul.

Meditate and take control,
why fold a losing hand?
Demand the universe,
provides you aces,
in the hole.

Make a plan,
all you need is dedication.
Every second a train,
leaves the station,
to take you to your destination.

So choose!
Your only limitation,
is imagination.
You can't lose!
Your hearts desire;
a new vocation.

Any thing you want,
anything you need,
you're free,
to be, do, see,
everything.
For infinity...
A new world.
A new century.
~MStJ

04/05/2022

01/05/2022

Dehumanized

They can't see the truth,
for the lies
in front of them.
Bent on throwing the youth
into fire that fries
& cracks the skin.
Sinless, blameless
to their own eyes,
projecting darkness within,
to the outside.
Conscience
in doubt,
but pride shouts loud,
from their gaping dry mouths.
Taking more than they need,
grabbing hands groping,
over ruins left smoking.
Feed,
until nothing is left.
Bleed the weak,
till mothers bereft,
crying, unable to sleep.
Bodies strewn in cold streets.
How can they sleep
at night?
Because the light,
has left them.
They fight until nobody,
is left to win,
until they've purged the sin,
they see in our children.
And we all watch it on tv.
It's happening again.

~MStJ

24/04/2022

~MStJ~

That White Magician,
no-one knows,
his store of power,
grows and grows.

While vapid lives
obsessed with show,
and gimmicks climb,
to reach new lows.

The lives he's touched,
across the land,
Great warrior's,
& workmen's hands.

Wait for the time,
to take control,
shake this world,
reshape it's tarnished soul.

~MStJ

24/04/2022

If it's produced on TV sets,
It's likely misleading.
That's why I'm upset,
you could say my heart's bleeding.

Oh why does nobody listen to me?
My eyes see much farther,
than anyone sees,
all the world's information,
is within my reach.

I'm a Dr of Google,
a master of Bing,
all the lies all the rest speak,
don't mean a thing.

Yet in your hollow heads,
their honeyed words ring,
you are spiritually blinded,
deep in obfuscation.

~MStJ

24/04/2022

St George's Days were Numbered

St George an ancient warrior,
born in Cappadocia.
Why don't we praise an English Man?
Someone like Wat Tyler.

Diocletion killed St. George,
and Pilate he killed Jesus.
Where are the Men of acts today?
With the might and will to free us.
~MStJ

24/04/2022

Psychodelicacy

Clearly my greatness,
you underestimate.
Gorging from plates,
of raw offal and waffle
ten years out of date.

The establishment,
is clearly 3rd rate,
served by mental patients,
unable to wait.

Raw blood and guts,
Strewn all over the place,
yet look at you grinning,
wide smile on your face.

No wonder the hunger,
inside you's so great,
drinking dirty seawater,
your thirst never sates,
always crying for more,
just a victim of fate.

~MStJ