As You Are

Don't put off joining until you think yourself ready,

you have always been ready,

just come as you are.

Come, as you are.
You were always coming this way anyway.
Don't prolong the inevitable,
leave now don't delay,
for the days they drip through you.
Into darkness, slip away.

Will you work until you're old,
and grey?
Lonely, cold, from the weight of all,
you bought and sold.
Or play?
Like a dancing star.

You're here for but a little while,
however far you get,
isn't far.
Will you wear a smile?
Or piles of trinkets,
clothes and jewels
to help you to forget?
Your date with destiny.

All the gold, all the respect,
all those things you carry,
will only weigh you down.
You hold them, and you tarry,
slowly around town.

Did you forget,
you must spiral ever down?
However high you get,
it isn't far to fall?
And lose it all you must.
It all must turn to rust,
and all will turn to dust.

No matter who you tell,
no matter who you trust.
The choppers axe must fell.
However far you thrust,
your head above the soil,
return to dirt you must.

Slip off this mortal coil,
or fall into eternity.
Ripped from your grasp,
and spoiled,
are all you held and all you felt.
All the tests and toils,
melt away to nothingness,
with all you were embroiled.

~MStJ

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Bloodpoem

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 corpse she's cradling. All light fading. Putrefaction. Bloodlust sated. Satisfaction. ~MStJ~

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Here you can find a selection of my poetry from the last couple of years, which will be constantly updated. As well as hand made collections available for purchase. My first collection of Poetry is for sale now, it's called Box of Tinder and you can get a copy through this blog, just complete the order form and I will be in touch. I am working on another few collections, which will hopefully be available over the next year. My Social Media links: Twitter Facebook Instagram

Sense

Upon the springy soft green grass I sat beneath the bright blue sky, time grew slow as clouds flew past colours rushed to fill my eyes. Yellow Dandelions grew, purple Foxgloves, wild red Rose, Iris petals shimmered blue, fragrance rushed to fill my nose. A cirrostratus veil of white, gently cloaked the atmosphere, filtering the bright sunlight, Bees buzzed & birdsong filled my ears. Blackbirds on a bramble bush, from branch to branch dancing about, gorging on the fruits so lush, rush to fill their hungry mouths. I sat a while until the wind, began to blow and chilled my skin, I thought I heard it whispering, It's touch sent shivers deep within. I woke up in my empty home, before the day could even start, I realised I was alone and sadness rushed to fill my heart.

The Poetry of Michel St John

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