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 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.

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 View all posts by Mason Cult Poet

The Warrior of Poetry News

I am pleased to tell you after a period of illness the Warrior of Poetry is returning to write poetry for his site, a brave comeback after being unwell, a return comeback poem from the Warrior of Poetry.

Amidst the disorienting whirl of words, They aim to ensnare, like Anaconda’s coil, To unsettle the mind, sow confusion’s seeds,
In this ‘lemming time’ they call it so,
Where evil threads unwind, and spirits tire.

But let the friendly spirits freely roam, With good intentions guiding every step, For in their gentle glow, malevolence shall flee, Like broken branches scattered on barren land,
Awaiting the freedom of resilient hearts, Those who, unyielding, stand in the face of discord.

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