aliens – Page 59 – The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive

I laugh, I cry, People Watch Me As They Walk On By.

Lying in state a quick break from the worm, breaking away from the underpinning I am ripened like an old joint, cursed with dodgy seed, trust today and tomorrow I live here moulded in a corner curled as a rat in dead nest.

The night faded and the day lifted I am a down in my own time, I laugh, I cry, people watch me as they walk on by. Life not so serious if your sat with me, I read the newspaper, cut the eyes from a politician, pretend I’m deaf they never listened.

I’m a mute mug shot of madness divine enough to be different no vanity in the vagrant, I am waiting for them to take me all away, wish I could stay up in this corner I lived around here as a boy with rampant laughter and nothing else but joy Mason Cult .

The Sand Casts Over Me

A dance in the dune of mystery, sand peeling skin wind playing droplets drying abandoned hair, absurd waves prance as horse spirit thieves the long and slow beginning of the end, moonlit emergence stars crashing into view, a magical tracer.

Comets field the sky, strobes of my eyes resting forth into oblivious regions and extreme unknown, that’s somewhere else, a mystery, a show matters not. The mass that makes the night I lie down to sleep as the sand casts over me, the wind like the spirits shadowing me home to rest. Mason Cult.

Ben Hours To Ben Hur The Madness Of Cars

Ben Hours to Ben Hur, it is about the modern madness of cars and the volume of them upon the roads.

The nation of Ben Hours on a highway near you big bore or small bore wheels chunky to thin more power than an army of ancient horses but there are millions now and rivals all are there in a deadly flow of dangerous monotony an extension of the phallus.

Delivered by a foot or a queen of bling with a diamond handbag making sure she is never less than the phallus, These horses travel on as expensive and vain forms of humanities idea of identity, as vain fools are they worshipping at the false alters of modernity.
Mason Cult helped by Bawdry Drawers .

Mason Cult His New Short Story Book Alien Village

Divine Intervention but not as we know it as aliens intervene in the affairs of man and evacuate humanity to save it from itself. Is it a vision of utopia as aliens and humans join together, or does a tale of tragedy unfold in this sci-fi classic by Mason Cult. The cover is based on an actual UFO incident over a small town in Yorkshire.