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Be Yourself

Don't hide the wealth behind your eyes,
step outside into the lights.
Ride the waves, feel the currents,
taste delight.
What is saved by your deference?
What is spared,
by your indifference?
What's more rare than independence?
A universe of pure coherence,
vibrates alone,
while your transcendence,
leads you into corridors of stone.
Sees you freeze upon your knees,
before the worldly throne,
of those most apt to recreate,
the warmth and comforts of one's home.


But whither home now?
A fleeting fixture in my memory,
grows weaker,
of something like a family,
something dear to me.
Simplicity gave back,
what infinity took from me.
The babbling brook of a stream,
gave me beauty richer,
than the colours of my dreams.
Fresh butter cream,
was more nourishing,
than all works of spirit.
The voice of love cries out inside you,
if you'd only listen you would hear it.

~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