I am Mason

I am Mason

Hello. I don’t particularly have anything to say to introduce this, it’s just a stream of consciousness flow. Words are the key to the prison in which my mind is trapped.


Who could understand the pain that permeates my brain
Darkness is ingrained thus they say I’m insane
My lifestyle has people calling me a savage
Pretty women giving up on me like I’m average
I act like I don’t care but it burns
Flames turned my heart to ashes which I keep inside an urn
I don’t write for attention or sympathy
I write to release, as my weakness sickens me
Self belief is what’s shown on the exterior
Self doubt resides deep in my interior
Given up on love and meaningful relationships
Left my dreams behind no more trying to make it big
Violent thoughts are crowding my cranium
Each one I rationalise, but there’s no explaining them
I’m just a typical male wrapped in black skin
I rhyme words, got a big dick and smoke fat spliffs
Not to mention most of my pals pack things
And deal illicit contraband to fiends on that mad strip
Am I a product of my history or environment?
It doesn’t matter which, both are much too violent
So I strive to find self motivation
As I spill my thoughts onto this page in contemplation
The dark path I walk on needs illumination
FUCK YOU if you’ve ever doubted or given up on Mason

“The question isn’t who am I, it’s where am I?” – Ghostface (Scream)

“I am simply not there” – Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

“The stars are hidden on a rainy night” – Nagato (Naruto Shipuuden)


It’s been a while…

It’s been a while…

It occurs to me that I have not written anything in a while. Please forgive me if you appreciate my work, as I have not meant to disappear, it has just been a consequence of life. Well, regaining a life. You know like when you get a 1-up in Super Mario? That’s what has happened to me recently. I have a new lease on life and thus have entered a new wave of positive energy. Also I’ve had all kinds of distractions in my life these past Sundays. Mothering Sunday, my birthday weekend, and yesterday which was the hottest day of the year thus far so I couldn’t spend it attached to my laptop. In short, I’m sorry for my absence. Can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I’ll try…

Here’s a quick poem for your reading pleasure…

Dreaming of the days when I’m living lavish
No more girls giving up on me like I’m average
Til then I’ll live life like a savage
If she gives me her heart I have no issue with her baggage
I look back at my past it’s wild
Fully grown man still living like a child
Think to my future and I smiled
I got too much sauce and the flavour isn’t mild
Success isn’t the goal it’s consequential
Throwing out my life that which is detrimental
The things I shall achieve will be monumental
My words are epic, on the page or instrumental

Meh, I know it’s weak, don’t moan at me. I’ve been expending much of my creative energy in writing a screenplay and a children’s book. Something had to give…

“It’s been a long time I shouldn’t have left you, without a strong rhyme to step to” – Rakim

Poetry on Sunday vol. VII

Poetry on Sunday vol. VII

After narrowly avoiding being the victim of a vomiting baby, I emerge to give you your weekly literary crack! This week I haven’t written a single poem, but rather three haiku that could all read as one single poem. I hope you enjoy 🙂

When she smiles I smile
Thoughts of her make my heart sing
Forever my love

Mind body and soul
Most beauty I’ve encountered
Has me besotted

Our minds are in sync
Our hearts beating together
She is my soulmate

Thank for reading this week’s instalment, and please keep your eyes peeled as I will not only have more content for you in the forthcoming week, but I will also release some more of my musical catalogue via my Soundcloud. You can find the link for that right here http://www.soundcloud.com/epicmasercg

“Oh why must I feel this way? Hey! Must be the money!” – Nelly

Pain is Love

Pain is Love

Here is my latest poetic offering. I borrowed the title from that of rapper Ja Rule’s best album before his career was decimated by 50 Cent. 😂 I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed watching Leicester City beat Sevilla this evening. I know, all I do is watch football and write poetry. Stop with the judging and just read the poem!

Love is pain
Physical and emotional
Shared love equals shared pain
You can feel it in your core
Her struggles break my heart
Frustation fills my brain
Lost in futility
Wishing I could help
All I can do is show my love
And hope that it helps
Expression is difficult
But yet I still try
I miss her every second
She makes life worth living
Nothing else matters
But the love shared by our spirits
She owns my mind, body and soul
Physical and emotional
Shared pain equals shared love
Pain is love

“There’s no love without pain” – Irving Stone

Poetry on Sunday vol. VI

Poetry on Sunday vol. VI

I can’t lie, I’m probably more interested in watching Real Madrid than I am in writing this. Not because I dislike writing, but because this game is lit! 🔥

Here is my latest effort for your visual pleasure, I call it “Keep faith”…

Forget what you heard about me
I’m different
Passionate and aggressive
Quiet and introspective
Loyalty is the only trait I seek
Indifferent attitude is all I portray
No longer seek love I’ve given up
Nobody on the planet could understand my brain
But looking at her is like looking in a mirror
Her existence gives me renewed faith
I forgot what this felt like
To laugh and smile without a care
Her beauty is intoxicating
Her smile is hypnotic
Her mind is a treasure trove
Her thoughts are invaluable
Her love completes me
I finally feel whole
Her energy fills my void
I’m besotted with her soul

Thank you for your continued support. I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t for you. Yes you, you reading this right now. Thank you, for all that you do in supporting me. I love you.

“If I had to live my life again, I’d find you sooner” – Kobi Yamada


*Unexpected & Untitled*

*Unexpected & Untitled*

It occurred to me, that I don’t write much positive poems. I know this is the Dark Side, but it isn’t all gloom and doom in the existence of Epic Mase. Thus I have composed something, a bit more optimistic in tone.  Hope you enjoy 😀

Smile rarely, unless her will says otherwise
Each time we speak in my stomach there are butterflies
Energy and passion defy distance and time
Emotion is crazy, the way it sizzles your insides
Forget rhyme let me luxuriate without reason
Forget that the sight of her was to my eyes pleasing
The truth is that her spirit makes me feel so much power
She must be royalty, so my only thought’s to crown her
I cherish every moment and second we communicate
It’s more than words, her emotions getting through to Mase
It’s real to me now so I had to express
I don’t do this to impress, that’s something I must stress
This is just the honest thoughts and feelings of a lonely male
Who’s spent his life searching for love like it’s the Holy Grail
Beautiful girl on my mind while I contemplate
The moment when things manifest, but that’s not today

Yeah, I know. I got rather sentimental there. Don’t blame me. Blame my inspiration. 😂

If you wish for more content of a lighter tone, please let me know and I shall be sure to oblige!

When love is not madness, it is not love.” – Pedro Calderon de la Barca



The Amazing Mystery

The Amazing Mystery

It’s Wednesday today, so you know what that means??? Absolutely nothing if I’m honest. Here is a poem I have written. I know it’s not Sunday, but I like to self-indulge 🙂

Love is amazing, yet it’s a mystery
Filling your heart with a single touch
Its unifed humankind all throughout history
I just want a little bit I don’t need much
Why does love evade me? Always disappearing
I always show love, but lack reciprocation
It’s why it seems like I’m never caring
It’s just that loneliness fills the heart of Mason
Love’s nuts, I fall in too fast
Its so deep for me, but for her it never lasts
Soon enough my heart shatters like glass
And I’m sat with a spliff reminiscing on our past
I’m bored and I’m done, it’s Mummy’s first born son
No longer have a purpose, so i’m looking for a gun
No games, I’ve put the weapon to my brain
Unless you’ve got another way to take away my pain
But for now, suicide’s not an option
So I stay smoking on a herbal concoction
Cup filled with a most lethal toxin
I’m self-destructing like Holmes without Watson

If you like it, feel free to let me know on social media. Please forgive me in advance for anything I post on social media, I’m quite the twisted individual…

“What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more” – Haddaway