Light Me, Melancholy & In My Right Hand

Light Me

Light me as a candle in your room light me again I’ll be the daily flame light me when you want when the memory fades then snuff me out my light has gone forever.

Melancholy

Melancholy not loud search button is sadness on the breeze reflection its a world of mind pulling on a life film reel on a rolling road enigma alone would be the words flashing strip lights people chattering nonsense when meaningfulness would save lives in a weave of Celtic sleep wrapped up in the hills the absolute is in no doubt .

In My Right Hand

In my right hand I held the golden glove to the sky and the emerging god that is the sun, with its emerging power, I outstretched my fingertip made the connection, it was the first time man had been greeted personally by the creator. A reassurance by the almighty that the sun was the creator, but I sensed anger that this almighty presence was angry for it knew the species on earth had destroyed our protection and there was at this moment no way of repairing it,so we stand and burn waiting, waiting .

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