PLACE OF CONSCIOUSNESS: Mikey St. John

Having evolved by the grace of God to a place of consciousness where truth has ways of reaching unlimited dimensions and lies a place of darkness: limited in every magnitude, distorted without rhythms, and noises that resonate with daunting distractions, I feel the rhythms as they find me. My energy recognizes others, and I know…

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…