Poetry Round Up & Audio Poems

Dr Mason is cracking up…but he will see you now.

Hidden Planets.

Hidden planets coming in and out of view like a pulse trying to project it’s will and pursuing a formation line to existences and realities yet to be revealed. To contest the smugness of solitary earth now on its way to none existence. The world’s in waiting, yet to come new stars are busy and waiting for many skies and many sun’s with energy to grow the many life streams waiting to inhabit other worlds when all will be revealed under many new skies and many waiting to be born. Some already steering to revelations to come.

State of Mind

State of mind for this day how is it are we stable, do we make sense in a world with less oxygen than the day before, are you sitting down are you breathing, I would like to know you are being counted down to the second this second. How is it this minute, I mean this moment of spaceships and battles beyond the chair in which I sit waiting for signals of instruction and the bolt lightening from dense charged atmosphere. I’m expecting something, a being told so, it would be today, yes today, this day I go on a journey that is not for you. One must stay for another day in the second, in the minute, for on the hour. I leave they are waiting, hiding, hiding where I know not but I have been told yes, and to be still then goodbye.

Dynatron

It’s watching me. Dynatron the oblong teak monster disguised furniture in the best room third after the family room, the dining room vertical slatted bumper king size speakers two for stereo ,big enough to crawl into oh and the lid the big lifting cover heavy. But it rose. With teenage effort down I peered thirty three and a third or forty five that’s revs per minute to you and me. Sapphire stylus for the working class, diamond cut for the serious aficionado. Special alien electrical aromas emanating LP or single, what fantasy world can I inhabit, as the vinyl turns delicately upon the fine black grooves of a newly pressed track. I put the long lid down it’s top becomes a stage I recline in man made green plush and for three and a half minutes I’m someone else in the year 1972.

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Judith A Stalker Is Caught…

Judith’s her name, she’s red hot. I thought you’d like to know. Straight from the sixties that’s reassuring I thought you’d like to know she’s safe, she’s predictable, I thought you’d like to know like a fender Stratocaster. I thought you’d like to know like Edgar Wallace turning in tobacco smoke. I thought you’d like to know I’m almost done I enjoyed myself with Judith you know she lives now and has a story of you. I thought they’d like to know who are they in uniforms, I thought you would like to know they are called bobbies, you must have guessed I thought you’d like to know. Knock three times if you want me, I’m ready and waiting, oh er we have flashing lights and flashbacks, who was Judith I can’t remember but you soon will respect her memory. Hello, hello, you’ve just been caught my son.

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

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