The Poetry of Michel St John

 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

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