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

God Is Not Intellectual Property Mason Cult Poet

God is not intellectual property, indeed god would not believe in such, the modern church does not hold the key as it is administered by forms of control, but faith is free, goodness within you cannot access heaven if you do not pass the establishment test. How do they know because they do not, it is just control through politics and symbolism over populated by liberalism.

The educational heights, the more we breed, the more control increases symmetrical and dense is the control one breath so close, distance short, division rife among the people if there is no belief then it is open season for human decline.

There is no cure no matter how many medicines the end is the same but prolonged life is a gift, treasure it and thank god, but the human race has abused this sacred right or is it human does something from above control the affairs of nation and of people.

Mason Cult the latest from Fred the fox’s hole in Turkers Wood.

Pond Of Life Or Death A New Poem By Mason Cult

Hard stone thrown in life to the deep and still green black water. Detonation of the still water spreads, the emergence of life from the centre beginnings, your progress ripples outward as a pulsing sonar and upon the last and largest ripple it begins
to fade, leaving no trace in dark waters that become death with currents onward.

A New Book From Mason Cult Jolly Good Poems Now On Amazon

Here we go again prancing in the meadow for another fine book of poems, a giant collection, by that man of mystery Mason Cult. Who lives in an ancient Wood near York, North Yorkshire, the wordsmith himself Mr Mason Cult with some poetry to melt your heart. Taken from Mason’s own bookshelf and dusted down we proudly present the book Jolly Good Poems,

The Feral Cat A Tortured Soul A Poem By Mason Cult.

This is the tortured trapped soul of the feral cat the mouth is open and twisted with pain as a misery never to end there are hundreds of tiny feline footprints for a mile on this desolate track .

The air vibrates in pain yowl and fear as if we cannot answer the unknown wish of the King tom cat of Turkers Wood, oh cats of feral kind your faces are embellished forever in the crying fear of the damned end !.

I The Stump A Poem By Mason Cult.

I remain for the absorbance of this earth’s toxins. I the stump remain here, a healthy color on this day. I forecast for your lungs like my friend lichen, I am the woodland lung monitor, please be aware and walk on with the blessings of the tree world.