I’m climbing the hill in a wobbly land all is smooth and curved in pastel colours of a marshmallow texture, planets are bouncy spinning balls of different sizes in a heavy mix of pressure haze. I’m being pulled and squeezed I’m spinning in and out of star fields but you know I made it to the other side and I’m never going back whatever echo calls me .
Tag: Adam
Lemmings Point
A sorry indictment of our times what does anyone want to know another, for they guess it was the status friendships were now second place, that just happens to be an awful lot of depressed humans. In a clamour they fall from cliffs at lemmings point, better then the friendships that surround eternal fire with a host of friendly face ships all with windows to souls that travel in skies infinite in abandon, with worries cast in a stream of wind currents.
The False Sinners
It’s not absolution we want (the false sinners) it’s vindication from the most understood accusations profuse, in a misunderstood lifetime, under the curve of change. Under a moon so variable in cyclical variation, where it tries hardest not to let too much madness in or out.
The King of Demons
He serves me his leftovers from the trial on earth and tells me try and start again the wall i bounced off was too hard but i kept walking like a plum dye entering divinity wheels of crystals primed for initiation after death trials and vortex warp worming on the astral plane of evolution round in the theosophical suite of the hall of initiation of ascended masters.
Mason Cult Poems For The Modern Hell The Ideal Xmas Pressie.
The mind of maverick poet Mason Cult, grappling the hell of modern living, poetic despair and deep thinking. Mason at his most difficult and reflective moods in his fourth poetry book from the Peoples Republic of Yorkshire. Feel the anger as Mason battles against modern life or the modern hell of living as he often calls it. No matter how stressful life gets there is always time for poetry.