An Ode to England. Oh kingdom so fair, the trees stand under all weathers, under all skies, on the ground there were still lies. A whole vista of them under black key skies of sombre notes, in sadness a residue of true life and how it should have been lived. With an open heart and joyful honesty, but that was not to be our hearts. We are now cold and the moulds of dishonesty were setting as stone, as the laughter of our once youthful ways folds into an all consuming fall into primordial state.
A Leaf Did Fall.
The largest dead leaf I ever did see, fell from the roof upon high. Adjusting as it fell, I noticed a little new world emerging. A rebirth of sorts on the way a microcosmic happening only seen by me, so from death would come new hope upon another year.
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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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