Chaos Theory

Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon, the next day arrived a butterfly, opened gossamer wings a wisp of deft air travelled under a sun out of control, the duffed muffle headed distant thud explode evil had arrived someone needs to call god.

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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