Maybe I should make a scream as god might implore of me, my yearnings are tight as they go. I still see a Celtic face with Europe in your eyes and a mind big enough for a world of intelligence and kindness, I talk of a Celtic girl with a touch of Europe and sadness in her eyes. I crave company and love so do return upon the rapid wind and consume my mind in a new eternity.
Category: Poetry
I Did This
But so corrupted of our own devices are we now, as the way of the lord has been lost hence territorial war is but a hobby with no peace to witness.
God Goes His Own Way.
Don’t argue over a bible god goes his own way at random and often every day upon a whim, the wind changing direction, a sudden storm breaking, an adjustment below to keep evil moving as devils on earth are many, with so many wanting it is easy to choose vulnerability for the amusement of Asmodeus. Mason cult .
Last Train To Astral Land A Poem By Mason Cult.
Last Train To Astral Land
Time to catch the colours floating in the breeze, catch up, catch up herald s the rainbow spectrums weaving between the clouds forever traintrack to another world.
“Get on board.” The spirit shouts, ” last train leaving for astral land, warmth and love are waiting to put a deep circle of love around your soul.” Mason cult and his friend Bitti Partito.
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,