Poetry Round Up from the Poetic Warrior

China Lights

China lights they’re coming to get you the lanterns will be landing they will take you all away in a paper bag they say the game is all wrapped up so sweet and sour it is out to do your noodle kit and kaboodle Boris the dish you are a chopstick we can handle you all the cats and dogs woof what a game.

We Own Nothing

Warning to dictators and omnipotent beings it is not my earth to own. For we own nothing beyond our lifestream, the claim has gone mankind must realise this the earth will become unforgiving of you for the mess and lives you ruin. You are but a nasty glitch in time your essences linger, no longer than your breath but the joy of life you ruin you will be reckoned on the seventh lifestream.

Coaching the Amina

Coaching the Amina what are the laws of attraction my mind ponders it deeply. My eye saw you, I picked you no idea what you will turn into my success rate isn’t too good but I’ll give it a go. Your dotted all over the world maybe I’ll approach you to try something different, need to try anything to break through the ties that bind me.

I Hold Within

I hold within a planet that can’t let go, it is without a purpose and currently, it requires a planet host to grow it wants to escape, it torments me, it spins faster. It wants to go I’m not from the earth of that I know, for therein lays another family on another planet something tells me I must find a home.

Mystical Phoenix

Better get used to silence for that is all there is, your mind is wiped like a psychic mystical phoenix caught in a higher moment in unfathomable time. In the distance, a deep pendant abides a faceless clock but over the years becomes louder to the ears right until the last second, and the wind she changes and drops to nothing then it all starts again for another day, yet I  dare not think of tomorrow I haven’t finished with today, there is more to go as the moment passes as a clock ticks  with pedantic slowness we build up, let us hope to make us cope in time. This world will change but I’m afraid it will be ten thousand years passeth and yet it doesn’t matter.

 

 

 

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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