Time Was Running Out
The arrogance of control was living on, above the ground, the poverty was draining the relatives still looking for a lifebelt with a crock of gold in the middle. Time…
For Really They Will Never Know
Astral transmission do you read me, the doors are open it is time to go, do not tell anyone I am going, for really they will never know, that a…
Dust Returns
Ashes for sale different grades & classification, but dust returns in the fluted conduits of time, to be part of the furniture or shot to the sky because there is…
Not A Freemason.
You can’t trust the alright geezers, there is two lights above the door with some sort of compass beneath, hard edges of correction on show, hand hard to shake, whilst…
House In The Sky A Short Poem By Mason Cult
House in the sky nowhere to go the doors are open but looking down is forever insecure and rootless, an orphan in the sky i didnt buy this time it…