A sorry indictment of our times what does anyone want to know another, for they guess it was the status friendships were now second place, that just happens to be an awful lot of depressed humans. In a clamour they fall from cliffs at lemmings point, better then the friendships that surround eternal fire with a host of friendly face ships all with windows to souls that travel in skies infinite in abandon, with worries cast in a stream of wind currents.
Tag: Political
The False Sinners
It’s not absolution we want (the false sinners) it’s vindication from the most understood accusations profuse, in a misunderstood lifetime, under the curve of change. Under a moon so variable in cyclical variation, where it tries hardest not to let too much madness in or out.
The King of Demons
He serves me his leftovers from the trial on earth and tells me try and start again the wall i bounced off was too hard but i kept walking like a plum dye entering divinity wheels of crystals primed for initiation after death trials and vortex warp worming on the astral plane of evolution round in the theosophical suite of the hall of initiation of ascended masters.
Mason Cult Poems For The Modern Hell The Ideal Xmas Pressie.
The mind of maverick poet Mason Cult, grappling the hell of modern living, poetic despair and deep thinking. Mason at his most difficult and reflective moods in his fourth poetry book from the Peoples Republic of Yorkshire. Feel the anger as Mason battles against modern life or the modern hell of living as he often calls it. No matter how stressful life gets there is always time for poetry.
Advent of Dawn
Advent of dawn in the light of the lenses shining upon droves of trailing wanderers emerging from dawn mists in greys, apparel from where we know, not yet disturbing shadows, casting men twice with a trailing spirit that follows. Dragging strained and forever more I turn to watch as thousands of shadowed grey souls disappear again into evening mists.