Upon Stoic Hills
Upon stoic hills risen to point on platitude, distinct for I have seen on this day a path in winding for me, with a gold cross, set forth for others…
I am not my Father.
The dying may begin, red to green and then to the righ. It’s the track with least noise of all like a soft punch muffled in the snow, not all…
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…
The Toilet Alien
Going home to spider the toilet alien it is there behind the bend it gets larger every day, I go out, I come i, I sit dow. It is still…
Leaders…
You shouldn’t be so powerful as the wind strips you bare, all your suits, your medals your mind, your unkind, your destroying a world your mother bonded you to. Your…