Admiration for a smile note, it is fleeting and not understood. I hear a cry most of us are glum for it fits our time we have fewer lines on our faces, it helps us look good, when we are old. It helps the state knowing that they know we are doing the right thing. Meanwhile behind closed doors, depressions hit like multiple mallets to the mind. You look in the mirror but you are the same changeless person. As in yesterday and probably tomorrow a secret tide will return with happy faces riding the surf. Imagine that world coming toward you in refreshing cleansing alarm and sound, manic laughter from mouth to ears. Washing away doubt in a cool breeze, a tonic to the systems, now worn out under suppression from the evils of our time.
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