The Poetry of Michel St John

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

23/04/2022

For most of my life
alone I did think,
I would die so i cried
to myself while I’d drink,
the sweet milk of adversity
dreaming of kink,
but those pleasing perversions
in my life absent.
My youth & my life
were too solemnly spent.
It wasn't till 30,
to a nightclub I went.

No-one on the Web,
and none on TV,
warrant your attention,
except maybe me.
For all of my life,
I've been destined to teach,
so come take my hand,
let us walk on the beach.
For though you're hard headed,
I'm able to reach,
inside you to guide you,
your hearts I beseech.

~MStJ

13/04/2022

Perfection

Such a spiritual man,
aligned with lofty ideals.
It must be God's plan,
that I float through life,
as on wheels.

With my heart,
and my hands,
I feel the flow and part,
the waves crashing around,
you, pulling you down,
save you from the chaos,
in which lesser men drown...

When I walk through town,
people stop and stare,
my long beard and hair,
like Jesus's,
so soft and fair.

"Won't you stop and share,
your wisdom with us Sir",
their voices echo in the air.
I say "become a subscriber,
my prices are just,
for perfection you must,
incur some costs".

The Lord guides me onwards,
and I guide the lost.
I was chosen you see,
to lead humanity,
away from the bright lights,
and lies on TV,
to highlight the truth,
and all conspiracies.

The Illuminati,
making you get vaccines,
trying to pollute your body,
tarnish your purity,
like they tarnished the air,
with gas guzzling machines,
the Earth with their chemicals,
and plastics in the Sea.

01/03/2022

Imagine

Peace on Earth,
a brand new way,
to live our lives,
from day, to day.
Moving forth,
beyond the walls,
we've built to keep,
the Wolves at bay.
Within which,
we rest confined,
content to covet,
what's "me" and "mine".
And never know,
what lies outside,
how broad it's colours,
what magic's hide,
under darkened,
starless skies.
What shining faces
reflect the light;
what forces form,
beyond our sight.
What in this endless
night is born?
When minds and bodies
all contort,
and block the doors,
to somewhere else,
Where wealth is strewn
across the floor,
but nobody can pick it up,
and no one even cares no more?
Perhaps the greatest gift is war,
to give us what we'd lost before.
I'm only saying what I feel,
who are you to say what's real?

~~~MStJ~~~

22/01/2022

Learn from Thich Nhat Hanh

Let's make peace in the World
Give me peace,
baby girl.
You've been crying
for two weeks,
trying to reach me.
Trying to teach me,
a lesson.
Straining and stressing,
to see some light.
Refusing my blessings,
trying to fight.
You say,
it's not right,
the way I wander at night,
traitorously treading the tiles,
beneath the bright,
neon glow.
Seeking new delights,
greater heights,
from which to look down,
upon you.
Why so blue?
You knew,
you'd be stuck to me,
like glue.
For I gave a name,
to your body.
I run you through,
with my sword,
it's true.
Ended your life,
and built it anew.
In my shining image.
This justice you seek,
is a mirage.
A struggle to speak,
without shouting at you,
you try put me through,
this drama.
When will you learn to make do,
to let peace, into your life?
We are like Mormon's.
You are just one wife,
among many.
You see me some mornings.
This jealousy is a flaw,
you scratch and claw,
to possess me,
all you achieve is to stress me,
out.
Make me shout at you,
I intensify instruction,
to clear the obstruction,
you become,
without peace,
In your heart.
Peace helps you start,
to settle for less,
to ignore the curses,
focus on how I bless,
your life with my presence.
You don't need presents,
for Christmas,
to prove that you're mine.
Just listen when I tell you,
everything is fine.
Start to humble your heart.
Kneel before the divine,
ask His forgiveness,
and He will love you in time.
Now clean up this mess,
there are cups in the sink,
from yesterday's breakfast.

~ MStJ

10/01/2022

The Season of Waste

The Christmas tree
reminded me,
of contemporary,
Humanity.

It should be free
to live naturally,
to spread its roots,
wide and deep.

Instead gets cut down.
Placed in the corner
of a boring house,
in a humdrum town.

Adorned with the shiny symbols,
of light and happiness,
it slowly wilts, dries out
and dies from stress.

Or stifled in a plastic pot,
confined, constrained,
only bought,
to be thrown away
within twenty days.

A stunted symbol,
of humanity,
glittering in tinsel,
dying internally.

~MStJ

16/12/2021

Amethyst Deceiver

This year,
an Amethyst Deceiver,
popped it's head
above the soil,
in my garden.

At the same time,
a poetic character,
crystallized in my mind.
Pushed by underground currents,
above the surface.
Finding his way,
into my writing.

This is how meaning is constructed.
It comes like a thief in the night.
It stays out of sight,
hides itself,
and shuns the light.

Then one day,
without warning,
you find yourself transfixed by its appearance.
It shimmers in the sun
for a few moments,
and is gone,
like Minerva's Owl.

I pay my respects to the Vultures,
I was always a terrible thief.

MStJ

12/12/2021

The feeling of loss,
of being tossed and thrown,
upon a barren land,
cold and alone.
Distant from anything,
you knew before,
distant from safety,
security.
On the edge of a world,
that spins chaotically.
Those around you,
become brothers,
dearer than friends.
Lives tied to your own,
but dreams and lives,
must end.
The payment for the privilege of fraternity,
is inevitable severance.

~MStJ

12/12/2021

Over countless graves,
my middle class emotions,
flow,
like ocean waves.
My deep devotion,
chained,
to the notion,
of independence.
Enslaved,
by the concept of freedom,
limiting,
what could become.
"What is", begetting
"what's to come".
The moon shines brighter,
than the sun.

~MStJ

09/12/2021

Tree

From your deepest diving roots,
to your highest leaves,
I feel the forces of nature,
of which you are a part,
welling up inside you.

Invigorating. Liberating.
The vitality, and evolutionary currents,
which have been flowing for millennia,
building throughout the universe
Undulating,
coruscating kaleidoscopes of colour,
pulsating within you.

Vibrating elements building,
all things, all the time.
Flowing in, nurturing,
flowing out.
A million lines,
of texture on your trunk.
A million tunnels,
to transfer fluids,
flowing out, flowing in,
bringing life giving nutrition.
The original interdependence.
Living, breathing,
essential components,
of our world.

A million microorganisms,
unfurled, hurled towards infinity.
Trying, jostling, struggling,
to be, but not thee,
humble tree,
by becoming,
you grow tall,
lofty enough to see,
the whole horizon,
stretch,
towards infinity.

~MStJ

30/11/2021

Every day, I have something profound to say,
about the way words play,
beneath,
the nourishing rays,
of the sun.
My hair is in a bun
atop my head,
the ink I used to paint my bindi,
is red.
Silently I sit while all are led,
on errant paths of samsara.
Unable to change course,
in the steady stream of Karma.
From truth,
divorced,
distracted,
by the heady steam of drama,
forced down our throats.
We grounded do not float,
we are empty,
water flows,
right through freely,
no form, no obstruction.
Creative destruction.

~MStJ

29/11/2021

A sense of grace
fills my portly waist,
line.
I feel sublime,
like Daphne in the forest,
or Diotima at the circus with Horus.
As much ideal, as real,
they sound Greek.
And the mighty kneel,
before that tongue which,
speaks a thousand words!
And they echo through the ages yet,
this world babbling on,
seems absurd.
One does not simply forget,
the names which resonate,
in towering, lofty steeples.
Echoes to assimilate,
the sheeple,
and propagate illusions.
Profuse protrusions for the hearts confusion.
Pollution is also very bad.
And poverty makes me sad.

~MStJ

29/11/2021

Distance

Fallen from the lofty heights,
down below,
where God's rainwater flows,
through gardens of earthly delights
to that gutter where today we wallow,.
Deep within,
that poor man's observatory,
gazing out, and following,
the tracks of the stars
through their lofty abode.
Not discarded, yet alone,
Distant.
Distant from your shining face,
traces of your memory,
whisper through the golden leaves,
making creak the boughs of trees,
you planted,
when you danced with me.
The roughness of bark,
has supplanted,
the scenes of shimmering beauty.
Now winter's white blanket,
hides you from me,

~MStJ

29/11/2021

Sunday.

Through wind, rain and snow,
always Sun this one day.
That moment of peace,
for reflection,
instrospection.
Sanctify,
the dwelling place of He Most High,
Inside, the heart,
eternal burning hearth,
Love's light bringing candle.
Spread warmth,
take up the mantle.
To liberate humanity,
from millenia of tyranny,
petrified like alabastar,
servants to the greed,
of needy, violent, unfit masters.
Spread warmth,
no need for choirs or pastors,
god's tears fall on all,
the long, and the short,
and the tall.

~MStJ

29/11/2021

Viscous cycle

I see them there,
out in the World.
Out, in the world.
Mired in confusion
stuck within the confines,
of their uncontrolled,
consciousness creation.
Or cut into pieces to fit in little boxes.
Who pays the piper?
Are you the string or the bow?
Nothing runs cleaner
than the mountain stream,
for the dreamer.
Who scales high peaks,
who hears Her nature speak?
Beyond mere words,
and all verbs subsumed within,
the application of love,
making love in life,
to everything.
If the teachers seek the seekers,
then who are the real teachers.
Who are the givers,
and who are the leachers.

~MStJ