A Selection of Poems From Mason Cult
Vortex Vortex theatre of life spinning to the lords of adaptions in creative vibrations, my friend whispered to me there’s a strong breeze upon the morrow and the river snakes…
Saturn
Slowly to my eyes came a new sky in the middle of a ferocious storm a mile or more high a vortex opened, at first spinning and gradually coming to…
What May One Mean.
The body functions but the mind did not… what may one mean by such a small number of words, you may have committed murder or another heinous crime but the…
Among Twisted Thorns
The psychopathic consciousness, excellence of the lie without consciousness, the lovers left. Never knew of the lies told in a new story, in a conquest found for last desired. In…
For Mother
For all mothers. She died not long ago a shining light, a face as sculpture in a track of life upon a belt of stars, on par with life streams.…