I Am A Wilted Flower

I am a wilted flower of that I can claim, I pulse out the idea the previous day, let it me flow in early morning. Quiet time in silence, the rest of it needs to end. Old people who won’t let go of the pile plays on my mind, I’ll have a human size rabbit warren kitted out with solar panels high in the trees, hang on what about a treehouse. Your caravan make sure it is big enough for I will take up residence in it mwah, mwah.

And for the hell of it in Shakespearean, bring on the Bard…

I am a wilt’d floweth’r of yond i can claimeth, i pulse out the idea the previous day, alloweth t floweth in early m’rning. Quiet timeth in silence, the rest of t needeth to endeth. Fusty people who is’t wonneth’t alloweth wend of the pile plays on mine own mind, i’ll has’t a human size rabbit warren kitt’d out with solar panels high in the trees, hangeth on what about a tree house. Thy caravan maketh sure t is big enow f’r i shall taketh up residence in t mwah, mwah

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