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

To Find England, To Find Genteel Ladies.

I am sure you will find England once more and leave America behind with its ballistic mind we may rediscover gentlemen and genteel ladies of grace & sit by a brook, as the ripples kiss the stones beneath and a wind flowing to and fro leaving crystal air in the still of a night .

The wonders above still a mystery, a winged saint in the form of the snowy owl, weaving in woodland lightning speed through the shed portholes, with a wise soul inside finishing the journey of peace and grace. Where a touch of a hand and kind words could be heard, a land where we once knew of one another. Mason Cult.

Of The Barren Lands…

The new course of the Barren lands and chances for the pioneers of clean lands, free from feudal infusions and control. A new land where higher intelligence brings forth clarity and peace only selected population’s remain, never again was the world populations to breed themselves to destruction, harmony and peace were descending in a gentle cloud, Mason Cult .

Trying For The Next World & Hatred In Their Eyes Two Short Poems.

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Trying For The Next World.

Pushing my fingers distorting the plasma I was desperately trying for the next world I could see it all in the lovely colours, but there were people chasing me aware of what I was trying to find and it was only a matter of time before they turned a corner and could see what I was trying to do, I had to break through , Mason Cult

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Hatred In Their Eyes.

I see nothing gentle, it is almost entirely crude, it has hatred in it’s eyes it walks, talks it wants and destroys, breeding and needing are its game it is us and I am not a clown. Mason Cult

I Am Not A Friend.

Somewhere neutral in the sky is that where we wait when we die, we are the life, we do death, make no bones about it we are mobile evil who roam this earth, mixing the bombs and dropping them.

I am a devil working my way through earth to hell, have pity on the poor now living for I am not a friend. Mason Cult.

I laugh, I cry, People Watch Me As They Walk On By.

Lying in state a quick break from the worm, breaking away from the underpinning I am ripened like an old joint, cursed with dodgy seed, trust today and tomorrow I live here moulded in a corner curled as a rat in dead nest.

The night faded and the day lifted I am a down in my own time, I laugh, I cry, people watch me as they walk on by. Life not so serious if your sat with me, I read the newspaper, cut the eyes from a politician, pretend I’m deaf they never listened.

I’m a mute mug shot of madness divine enough to be different no vanity in the vagrant, I am waiting for them to take me all away, wish I could stay up in this corner I lived around here as a boy with rampant laughter and nothing else but joy Mason Cult .