As I look at sand near the sea, I note it carries a sense of humility, a frightening insignificance of us all, reclaiming all that was once claimed by man and his accomplices. Survival and crime with no thought it is only suffering that brought conscience as a buffer to man’s greed. The self, for what it is worth as glance at a tree near the shore is as temporary as the small wren upon the thinnest of branches till it breaks on the bow of pressure, sand like stars reflect a million lives upon where I am stood.
By Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this