Leave your karma at my doorstep
Only the wildly unknown may enter
The painters of dreams
Space is made at the table
Sit but stay longer than able
I laugh more than this entire year
I feel light and I release my fear
You left the door unlocked
They came anyways

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Phillip Saint John is a poet at his core. Before becoming a musician he had excelled in his artistic writing abilities at school in Hastings, Minn., where there is plenty of nature to contemplate life's greater mysteries. Always one to put his foot in more than one door, he has been actively writing short poems and spoken word pieces over the last four years in order to broaden the way he entertains and grows with his audience. Contact Phillip at



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