Not Quite a Voice & Loneliness is not Death. Plus a short Ode…
Not Quite a Voice. It’s not quite a voice but a sound struggling to be heard of that I am sure, in messages not understood as yet but stronger and…
Imposter
Impostor the parasite in a world of hosts impostor sat upon another’s chair the vague cell visiting, I’m no ones friend though, my father above is unique he didn’t birth…
Naked Alien
It’s hard to be a naked alien when you glow as much as I do constant velocity and friction in a grinding vortex, wheel under a cosmic lid of limitation…
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…