Cut from the ties you get by, on the boarder line, on the edges you skim not going in to the middle of your heart and soul. The fear of what you are, what you become without a faith to guide you, the son of a song in the heart of love. A golden ray to clear a whole sky with strength of being and eyes of wonder, to dare to trust in nothing but your footsteps on a lonely road, on a passage in the glorious valley. Warm and scented of flowers and eternal enchantment of flying eternal seeds. Over all in gentle breeze defining change ever charged emotion we are all whilst we live.
By 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