RAINDROPS: Mikey St. John

I can hear the ambient sounds of the raindrops, tip, tap, tip, tap, splashing, hitting the window pane, thoughtfully, and peacefully. I can feel its music too, some rhythms, a little blues, synchronizing my soul, putting me in that mellow mood, and it feels so good. Can you feel it, too? So sweet, so soft,…

DAYLIGHT’S DAWN: Mikey St. John

Among the cheerful and blissfully happy, the wolves still haunt relentlessly. When darkness comes, night falls, still beautiful, with shades of nothing, only to remember everything I could not see. But the glare of dawn carries prospects of light, hopefulness, a new vibrant attitude, inspirations prelude in the young and innocent, whom have not yet…

JIGGLED WITH BALLOONS OF AIR: Mikey St. John

I curled up like a ball, twisting and turning as I became tight like a roll of twine rapped into quiet submission. And there I was in a peculiar disposition. And like a compressed spring, I waited patiently. The quietness was so loud, extended far beyond my hearing range, before entering my mind again into…

REMEMBERING LOVE – WHEN LOVE WAS JOYFUL, AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS: Mikey St. John

Remembering love — that hopeful, joyful, precious love, thoughtful and sweet, the way it was, godly, gentle, caring, patient, kind, unselfish, honest, loyal, when its light shined so brightly, and darkness vanished. Everyday seemed like yesterday, and yesterday seemed like today. Just beautiful and sweet and no one could tell the difference, because it always…

TEARS FROM MANY COLORS: Mikey St. John

Rivers of tears flowing everywhere; every drop designated a reason. Tears from many colors; no discriminating here; joy and pain hanging on to every last drop […] We’re humans, one people, multiple colors ascribed on our backs. The choice was not for us to make, but we’re happy, most of the time. And at times…

SCARLET IN THE SKY: Mikey St. John

I saw scarlet in the sky and I knew you were there. I thought of your playful heart, joyful spirit, and soft, sweet touch. When birds chirped sweet melodies I looked for you as my heart wallowed in joy. When streams flowed with such gracefulness, I thought of you with peace and heaven on my…

IF I KNOW YOUR NAME: Mikey St. John

If I know your name, then, I would walk these streets with heaven on my mind, dazed in a world where the taste of your love is enough to last forever, and lingers like dust in the desert. And even the smell of the the breeze leaving your back would have the allure of sweet…

NAKED RIVERS: Mikey St. John

Season has changed, or so it seemed, while the quiet night slept silently. Naked, stilled rivers sought warmth, covered with ice in the blistering cold. Wind blew ferociously, painted houses with snow as sounds howled like wolves up and down the walls, agonized ears painfully, demanded attention from shameful trees that sought cover; ears didn’t…

TWISTING TONGUES: Mikey St. John

Lies, lies, you nasty lies, who are you? You find you way into hearts and minds, twisting tongues into all sorts of shapes, echoing sounds without rhythms, occupying space worthy of truth, crippling souls with guilt, amassing heaviness to the point of exhaustion, casting shadows dark like death. Lies, lies, why do you find your…

CRAFTED IN THE SMELL OF ROSES: Mikey St. John

You’ve gained the right to everything delightful. You’re remarkable, and I know that I can grow accustomed to your wonderfulness, crafted in the smell of roses blossoming on a sunny day, entangled in the warmth of awesomeness, revealing glorious woman with qualities surpassing everything beautiful. You’re delicious, soft and tender like silk, and my heart…