Looking
Looking at the vast space waiting to be filled, it was grey and overcast but dry with a touch of wind, the sun had gone down some while ago, there…
Celtic Girl
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…
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…
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…
Last Train To Astral Land A Poem By Mason Cult.
Last Train To Astral Land