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…
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…
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…
I Cannot See
The moon I cannot see through troublesome clouds it will never pull me up unless I see it in full of other universes, where families live hidden from my sight,…
In a Box I Turn
Dark and lonely in a box I turn for comfort and find my box has some windows but the view is no better than that of other boxes. In my…