If not to be seen then there are no temptations, they like sin will avoid you look the other way and rejoice. For you are on your journey back to purity, white light, gold spheres a sense of song returns. I don’t have to hurt another neither with emotion or physicality. I will not judge for I too am imperfect and trying to escape discarnate clutches of evil motives, that surround our waking moments. Stop in silence and impart of all your love energy and gently wait for gentle essences beyond the unseen ether.
Tag: Lonely
To The Empty Space
To the empty space in wind I shout. I hear nothing returned, I am lost, I listen some more, the pain of nothing returns. I am with voices sealed in my head and vivid sight. Special days, just one part of it would bare the fruits of fine thoughts. For those I care for, but the wind returns I hear hardly anything but the clack of Canada Geese going home, or dry leaves of autumn drying dead and shedding down, then once more no voice’s we are alone.
Mason Cult’s First Radio Interview
Mason Cult is a poet and social justice warrior, here he chats for the first time about his poetry and venture into the world of science fiction.
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts.
Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses.
The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger's Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know to a new beginning..
The Downfall
I see the lights travelling, but the mechanisms are failing, earth wont stop rotating and a sun will always shine, somehow without us being here. Earth needs a break from humans and it may well arrive. At this point we are too many by desire or design, it is an awful fact technology will not solve our woes and it is still not available to everyone. We are creating our downfall by the minute, by the day, we could end this suffering but it may be too late to change what could be described as the downfall of the expectant masses.
Layers of Life & A Thousand Years Ahead
Layers of life in the shadow lands, past present and some future mix. A dark mist in a ball hangs in front of my eyes. Irritates me, still hours, waiting for it to move, to dark tears of an unseen world, such is desperation for a better day, that thus far is not manifest. I push my hands to part this cloud. To see if there is a clean white one to set me free.
A Thousand Years Ahead
A thousand years ahead I turned up on a beach risen from golden sand and sun id been rolled squeezed tossed raised on a full moon evolution made a double now I know I can go on and there will be someone like me in another thousand years