North Korea – Page 51 – The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive

Love Is Not A Starving Child

Use your head not the bed, its bad for the world. Sweat and destruction perspiring in the pit of population hell, love is not a starving child we are too many now to be cut down with the insensitivity of badly drawn wars bullets bombs and politicians.

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.

Of The Barren Lands…

The new course of the Barren lands and chances for the pioneers of clean lands, free from feudal infusions and control. A new land where higher intelligence brings forth clarity and peace only selected population’s remain, never again was the world populations to breed themselves to destruction, harmony and peace were descending in a gentle cloud, Mason Cult .

Trying For The Next World & Hatred In Their Eyes Two Short Poems.

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Trying For The Next World.

Pushing my fingers distorting the plasma I was desperately trying for the next world I could see it all in the lovely colours, but there were people chasing me aware of what I was trying to find and it was only a matter of time before they turned a corner and could see what I was trying to do, I had to break through , Mason Cult

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Hatred In Their Eyes.

I see nothing gentle, it is almost entirely crude, it has hatred in it’s eyes it walks, talks it wants and destroys, breeding and needing are its game it is us and I am not a clown. Mason Cult

I Am Not A Friend.

Somewhere neutral in the sky is that where we wait when we die, we are the life, we do death, make no bones about it we are mobile evil who roam this earth, mixing the bombs and dropping them.

I am a devil working my way through earth to hell, have pity on the poor now living for I am not a friend. Mason Cult.