Selection of poems for your enjoyment

Son of lightweights made heavy by time and experience never the model, maybe a son under one sun walking to the light of discovery. After years of clouds and dark days daring to lift the lid to freedom.

Warrior of Poetry

The Day The Trees Left Earth

The day the trees left earth, so many years drawing upon earths poisons, the ground shuddered roots broke loose and levitated from the seating earth. If you won’t mend your ways we will go somewhere else we grew for you upon the ground from the sky we neutered establishing to you the very air you breath, but earth man refuses to withdraw his poisons. So we are compromised to the extent where we now have to go, legacy gaps you now find and earth weeps tears as she declines.

An Ode To Masks

Friend, foe or just insane we all pass by our masks in place, we hide, we retrieve our breath as we walk step by step we are warned do not reveal we could be dangerous. We are told to know how we are the the epitome of the new veiled. By dark irony the very mask we wear comes from the very place that caused the virus. Still when it comes to money and the cheap option we know how. We are told we are fat we are told we will die. As the sun comes up so the day begins we savour the moment for it could be the last we wear the mask, otherwise remodelled no idea who I was it’s all down to number so we want to escape but to where it is cold upon the mountain top and I am just one sat here in contemplation as the police wander over ticket book in hand. The comical dark saga our nation faces continues.

Double Barrelled Names Good God No

So offensive are they not a day goes by when media screens are not full up with double barrelled names. A sure sign that we are more bothered about trying to be more important than anything else made up to try and bolster, embellish and hide our insecurities and rivalry aplenty. I prefer Joe Smith or Mrs Smetherhurst at least one can have a conversation when humans touch base for a chinwag and ask how’s Jack is he OK we think we are two sophisticated now I assure you we are not we are human and royalty and the class system is an evil façade.

Son of Lightweights

Son of lightweights made heavy by time and experience never the model, maybe a son under one sun walking to the light of discovery. After years of clouds and dark days daring to lift the lid to freedom.

Not empowered but grateful for secret input to gain insight it is as if God for a blip in time made me aware of what I should do to save a tiny portion of life left. If that is so take the leap yonder people all held down, try at least to be yourself however poor in circumstance you may be, People like you lean a little bit more for opening the door to say hello, just be a friend and that is all. No fear. no favour. Friendships should be free as birds of the sky

Author: 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

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