The days are running out and the nights are catching up the darkness is spreading the stars have gone, universal jewels of the night are tired and our faith has not been restored so best tuck up under the covers and wake up in another world.
Tag: Beach
Alien Vortex
For hundreds of years now pollution has been building, collecting above us, trapped in layers of many years and that is when the reverse vortex comes in, it identifies levels and strength of pollution the tornado of hope within sucks the pollution in rotation from the point of entry and takes it miles upwards to be released in outer space new cloud renews again as the mysterious hand in the sky continues its guardianship.
Alert Invader
Alert invader all you had to do was get out and stretch your legs who is it today grandma cousin or friend, a journey through the mountains and the passage of time, whoosh, wish blink, blink, town lamp shadows. Light & dark cats eyes and counting the angst of parents with pursed lips, one driving, asking of themselves what are we doing, the child is lonely. Mason Cult.
No Hedge To Piss Upon
One has not a house or garden nor fence to jump over, no hedge to piss upon, sofas fridges fences, fat bins, bills & papers, bottles, cans waste, upon the wasted,
Covered in but a hand, showing half dead destitute in delirious mortgage madness. To keep with the Jones with do strive,
Covers the garden, the bank manager calls at no 10, I guess one comb one’s hair was this an important thing, a universal man you are now a credit to the nation. Mason Cult.
To Find England, To Find Genteel Ladies.
I am sure you will find England once more and leave America behind with its ballistic mind we may rediscover gentlemen and genteel ladies of grace & sit by a brook, as the ripples kiss the stones beneath and a wind flowing to and fro leaving crystal air in the still of a night .
The wonders above still a mystery, a winged saint in the form of the snowy owl, weaving in woodland lightning speed through the shed portholes, with a wise soul inside finishing the journey of peace and grace. Where a touch of a hand and kind words could be heard, a land where we once knew of one another. Mason Cult.