Land of vacant smiles too you, too me & higher self, doubt in self expression opinions opinionated, self absorbed to the core. Uncaring unto thyself your alter is yourself. On a pedestal rising on the plinth of an internet lectern, my space, my everything but people die alone and for weeks, months, without friends. Society is no more than a politicians script on media platform the most insincere stage on your mortal journey.
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