Eastern soldiers by the sea a million or more, I clambered to the high ground in the city the nightmare of invasion had now appeared. Inside the huge hotel I went,
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A Collection of Poems From Mason Cult Part 1
The News
Do not ignore the news, it may catch up on you. Ten thousand miles could close in on you we are all related in mind emanations, all related by degrees of affliction, one day a god, the next a criminal in misfortune, non understanding in the chain of random chance. Intercommunication feeds a three sixty degree cycle what goes around comes around do not forget.
Short To Sleep
Short to sleep, fast to dream of reality. I’m not sure if I need the panic room, the need to wake, to regain control. To feel, to pinch your skin, to check your real. For another day done. This evaluation of mortality and our outer edge. So much doesn’t make sense, but with the panic comes inner love. There is no value on loved ones checking on them to make sure they are there.
Sea Pulse
Sea pulse with no beat timed in conscious, universe within. Without a teacher, it rushes in like a broad tongue of lashing mass, against a shores walls of useless defence. In time this will reach you and drag you back to the muffled sounds of creation deep of discordant cacophony drowning the drums of evil.
1984 Is Upon Us.
For all who cannot save the world today, maybe their kindness will do, if a property is the only thing that makes your mark, maybe that will not do. As the brick division continues to identify and divide, what you perceive as civilised so called society. Stop your fantasy I say, for if you cannot stand aside and away from your possessions and be human, then your life has been so very shallow, you may just be missing the best friends you never had, because of this. Put down your browser, let’s face it, Facebook is causing problems by the minute, at the end of the day this government does not want anyone to talk openly. They wish to study your behaviour and mould any future accordingly, people, you are being set up and George Orwell was the second coming 1984 us upon us.
Politics Oh Politics…Sigh.
Politics and the answers you will never find especially in the days of the now; why because the egos are at play the root of the personal and self aggrandisement. It is also an Arena where key players at any level must have money and the means, universities are a mixing ground where idealism is blind to the pragmatic facts. Most of whom change their views when reality bites. Yes there does need to be ground level meeting hall debates, because you’ll never find the dustman at the middle class community engagement forums. So the return at some point of tub thumping meetings, revolving around poor housing, bad private landlords and bedroom tax, but not sneaky social media which is falling over itself, as Mark Zuckerberg will be finding out to his cost sooner or later.
The Great Void
The great void I’ve found is nigh, but where’s my bridge? I hear a calling for which I try to answer. The lights won’t go on in the room; it is dark. I shout, “Where are you?” but no-one replies. It is all room-by-room, semi grey. I keep calling out, but there is something wrong with the room. A door is open there is a bed, sheets rolled back crumpled and distressed. All is in grey. Where am I ? Where is anyone? I don’t know this is past. I have yet to move on. I am within a holding station of sorts. I am with others who appear as shadows of their former selves, but no-one I identify with, for this was life. Where do I go now and what of others living, who by now know that I have gone? That desperate void is here with light as assumed not quite within and a window to be opened.
A Poetry Round Up & Political Rant From Mason Cult Poetry Master.
Kernel Love
Kernel love ready to play its glory to follow without price in nature proliferate and filter around the world, it isn’t love but a feeling that travels faster than light. For it is what it is, love that and learn the knowledge from the kernels of time.
A Wonderful Journey
A wonderful journey back to innocence, I bet most would want to if they could, sweep the jigsaw away. For there was no plan you were caught up in, many times you tried to break free and wondered how did I get here.
I’m old and need to go back, it has gone too far, desperately trying to feel the freshness of another time, away from a breeding ground. That just made trouble, as millions upon millions wonder why and what there is. Start again go to God, he is waiting within, with another time frame for an answer.
Brexit Grrrrr
So there is a future scenario whereby the doors are closed to the Brits, Brexit has by now found its way through. The only trading partners Britain has is the old trusty commonwealth outposts. Along comes world war three with whoever… let’s face it it’s not known who this war will be with and the Brits are trading far away. The merchant men of the last war were tragic and easy targets for the enemy so wouldn’t it be wise to stay in Europe.
As for the DWP Double Grrrrr
The Department of Work and Pensions must depart from their outdated policies for all claimants. I cannot believe that the Draconian measures and sanction to job seekers have any effect but that of misery, illness followed by death and destruction.
If this government knew anything about life for the zero hours workers on low pay they would need to bring in real social housing to stop homelessness from being a recurring feature of instability. Get real you Tories, not everyone wants to get tied in false inflation courtesy of the falsely inflated property market, that needs to keep up the facade and self delusion of the so called homeowners.
The Tories need to attend a dignity and respect course similar to that of black lives matter. But most of all I fear the tabloids have ruined the judgement capabilities of the once honourable termed working class, they have been taken in by the Homer Simpson facade of Boris Johnston and company. Which concludes me to believe that the country never learns whilst reading the shit stirrings of purple tabloid journalism.
The broadsheets are not any better used as a sounding board for showing off the intellectual prowess of newly anointed key journalists, most who have come from backgrounds that never starved.
Dominic Cummings Triple Grrrrr
There will be no victory for Dominic Cummings the arrogance is baffling indeed, but I will tell you what will stop them all in their tracks and it will also stop all local authorities in there tracks also. It is simple, the population of this country is too high and even with security cameras, much is not seen anyway, we are already a police state. Covid 19 has only made governance of a country more difficult by the day and all the posturing in the world will not satisfy the deeper analysis that is required to repair, if at all possible the iniquitous state of now. Any amount of road and house building in an already crowded island, will put matters right and it will only serve to destroy an already damaged environment.
The White Flower
The white flower bloomed in a room every day, timeless, never worn and fresh for each time the sun rose. I remember you, an eternity in remembrance, time heals this will last. Setting to waste all layers of foes once encountered upon mortal plains. Love the energy, lives forever on the plains of heaven. Minds hurt, how deep this goes. Push away the evil occupiers of centuries, turned to dust by tortuous evil-doers. As evil is banned from our white rooms, this white everlasting lotus flower, with the scent of renewed eternity resides evermore.
The Aliens Are Here Again.
A frequency monitor enters my mind on timed settings, almost hypnotic, it pressures up in dense living pulses, from outer world. Feeding my mind, I sit as of this moment soothed, by this smooth transistor from space. A face with dark ovoid eyes pays me a visiting scan passing me, in assessment. But don’t worry the signal is weakening, it will go and the remainder of the day will not be interrupted until the next time.
Oh The Mind Of Laidlaw, We Wonder.
You would never believe what water droplets on flat glass reveal, not a trick in this I assure you. All the glass is flat and light is beneath. Not unusual many fingertips imprint upon this. Top light shines flatly through. I glance downward and an incredible arrangements of domed fingerprint swirls emerge. Defined little orbs of lives, risen and marked in life patterns. Somehow unique to all who live and all that have lived. A unique reminder of our mostly hidden transient life on earth, maybe it is a record for some higher warden of God mapping all.
Laidlaw is Wandering Outside A Cathedral Whatever Next.
Cathedral trees looking upward, survivors of times they cannot hide, in a world gone cold. Survivors arrive with chattering jaws and teeth and folded arms. The best axe men go forward one by one, this green avenue of cathedral trees, exposed. Now fires burn in day and night, in a country virus ridden, clouds black and heavy from the hidden craft, that moves along a line and slips away to report to masters far away, beyond the sight of all others, to world that watches affairs of men in silence. Ready for…