Layers of Life & A Thousand Years Ahead

Layers of life in the shadow lands, past present and some future mix. A dark mist in a ball hangs in front of my eyes. Irritates me, still hours, waiting for it to move, to dark tears of an unseen world, such is desperation for a better day, that thus far is not manifest. I push my hands to part this cloud. To see if there is a clean white one to set me free.

A Thousand Years Ahead

A thousand years ahead I turned up on a beach risen from golden sand and sun id been rolled squeezed tossed raised on a full moon evolution made a double now I know I can go on and there will be someone like me in another thousand years

Political Rant By Mason Cult.

Subversion the subtle control of the family of man the increase of the isolated family and the demise of real talking communities. It doesn’t rely on the political colour of government.

The Tory government voted in at the recent election is possibly the worst in history and Boris Johnson is only the puppet of masters elsewhere. In recent time there has obviously been a massive increase in population, a lack of housing and facilities high rents, no social housing and spiv private landlords who don’t give a damn about low pay or zero hours contracts, the nuclear families have stopped talking they are on social media revealing themselves, your privacy is protected, but that is nonsense the government are watching, following your every move.

The press are feeding us repeat  diets of morbidity and mundane game, shows all good and bad is behind closed doors. Neighbours do not know one another and that is what the government wants, like a siege in evolution if you bang it home enough, it will stick.

Your imaginations will go and with it your mind, citizens you are being subverted this also works well.  With a zombie population who are told do the right thing, the thing is impersonal decisive. So many times in life there is no perfect right or wrong life is a mass of grey areas.

For All Mothers & My Own.

Fading grace how am I. Too thee today, I cannot give, for I cannot take anymore of the conscience that I bare in the face of your adversity. That other place is yours to keep forever within the soul of hearts, I am but nothing if it were not for you I wouldn’t have felt the days on earth you gave to me.

The Tale of Two Worlds

The tale of two worlds, two different bells, the one above for all to hear and the muffled ones submerged and in turmoil beneath the seas. There are many but not well added, you only hear them when seas are rough and oceans are churning. A distorted sound pressure, by millions of water gallons upon resilient structures where all bells muffle and struggle from the cries of anguish of worlds that want to return.

An Ode To Greta & Forgotten Light

If you’re alive you may feel it. Miserable not necessarily cold, but a bit Greta Thumeberg then arrives the monotonous article. Will house prices go up or down this year. It never stops does it as if the very essence of life depended upon this glaring article. The more caring and informed will realise that there is a lot wrong with housing but no one is honest enough to talk about it. Because of the human raking properties that lie within the inherent right of passage, it doesn’t help that all or most political parties pin their hopes upon this for all victories but none of them are homeless.

The Forgotten Light.

The forgotten light is hard to see although in daytime something is missing a spark, a feed, a swirling bowl of energy, before your eyes draws you in a fathomless entity of magnitude or change and within that a new light, another dimension.

 

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