*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

 

 

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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

Poetry on Sunday vol. V

Poetry on Sunday vol. V

It’s a little bit late for my UK family, but it’s still Sunday in the States amiright? All joking and kidding aside, here is the poem, Darkness.

Darkness and moonlight
I love it when the moon’s bright
Walking on life’s path
Illuminated by the moon’s light

Casting a long shadow, that’s my only company
Love and the light, both of them seem to run from me
The darkness stalks me, as if it was hunting me
I’m tired of running, I just want to live comfortably

Energy and passion, moments justify existence
Falling into depravity I offer no resistance
To alleviate my heart’s pain I need assistance
But it’s my race to run and I have to go the distance

Darkness and moonlight
I love it when the moon’s bright
Walking on life’s path
Illuminated by the moon’s light

Inglourious Basterds

Inglourious Basterds

I know it’s not Sunday today, but I have a freshly written poem as I have no nuggets of wisdom to share with the populace. I have taken a vow to keep my penmanship sharp and post more frequently. I wish not to dull my blade, so expect content to be posted with more frequency than it was previously. Love to all who read and appreciate my work. Even those who dislike it. I’m just happy to have your time. It’s the most precious commodity you know. 🙂

Their expectations of Epic Mason
Led his mind to annihilation
Thus this caused his desecration
His hopes and dreams were dissipating
He delved within the Matrix
Each day going through the motions
Hidden within a sanctuary
Of humour and shared emotion
A place hidden deep
Within mediums used to socialise
Where people share both love and pain
A place where you could vocalise
Epic came to a realisation
That he answered only to Mason
Ignoring other’s speculation
He made success his destination

Let me know if you wish to see more poetry on a week day by either commenting on here or following me on Twitter @RedCloudGawd. If you have ideas for any other content, please feel free to throw a suggestion my way, I love new inspiration!

“Fuck with me, you know I got it” – Jay-Z

Poetry on Sunday vol. IV

Poetry on Sunday vol. IV

Loneliness tortures the brain inside my cranium
Inside insanity I stay rooted like geraniums
I couldn’t kill myself, for that I’m too pretty
I’d rather kill the world and stay alone feeling shitty
They say they know me, but to my siblings I’m a stranger
A foriegn entity, filled with mystery and danger
Violently volatile, handle me with care
I’m exceedingly explosive, reduce my own mum to tears
It’s disgusting, I’m a dumb prick doing dumb shit
Every time a chance came along you know I fucked it
I could blame the world but I just blame myself
Doctor please examine my brain and explain my health
Because I need to change all that bothers me
I can’t let a lack of motivation be stopping me
I need to fix my life and this time properly
I can’t die like an average, living one step from poverty…

Poetry on Sunday vol. III

Poetry on Sunday vol. III

I decided to write a poem in a style I was taught in primary school here. The only problem would be that if I formatted the poem correctly it wouldn’t flow. Oh well. Such is life. Enjoy 🙂

Reality warped individual with a crazed mind
Edifying infants then head home and blaze mine
Dark side of the force is where I reside
Can’t keep reacting based on how I feel inside
Lowering my standards won’t help me on my path
Opposition can’t stop me, they’ll all feel my wrath
Underestimating Mason they think he’s not a deity
Destruction is their destiny unless they make way for me
Greatness is the only reason I exist
Anomaly born to reconfigure the Matrix
Watching in silence, waiting for my moment
Deaf to the hate, because the loud’s what I’m smoking…

“Time for the arrival of the Gawd of the Red Clouds”

Some musings on life, care and self-worth.

Some musings on life, care and self-worth.

There is nothing really for me here.

The above statement is how I wake up feeling each day. I don’t actually truly want for anything in life. I don’t have the same burning desire for success fuelling my creativity and productivity as I did five years ago. I honestly couldn’t tell you what has changed.

In some ways that perhaps may be the issue. That not enough has changed. I have not discernibly changed much throughout my adolescence. My friends tell me, I’ve calmed down, but other than that they know I haven’t changed much. Do I need to change? Conventional wisdom suggests so, as my current lifestyle has hardly led to success and riches has it?

Saying that, it’s my life. And I have finally realised what has crushed my energy, passion and drive. Care. Caring about how I was perceived by others. The need to fit in with a conventional lifestyle in order to please others. I was doing fine. I had a steady job, a girlfriend, could afford to go on holiday and my parents were proud of me.

FUCK ALL OF THAT SHIT. None of that shit made me happy or feel fulfilled. I was disillusioned working in an industry that was archaic and not designed for much of those within it. I worked mainly with people who had their heads either up their own arses or firmly stuck in the sand. And the fact that I cared too much led to me losing my job.

After that happened, everything else slowly dropped away. The money, the girlfriend, the familial pride. I found myself back in the same slump I was in at 19 after dropping out of university for the first time (but not the last!). I had nothing but my balls and my word. Well those and my creativity.

I realised that I had entered the Matrix. Something I had promised myself I would never do. I had compromised myself to become a fully-functioning member of society. Not everyone is born to be a worker bee. Some of us were born to fly free from the hive and go wherever the wind takes us. I needed to rid myself of that mindset. I needed to stop caring about what the world thinks when it sees me, and only care about what I think when I see myself.

I have been a, social outcast as long as I have lived, existing beneath a cloud of melancholy. Loneliness has never truly been a burden, but rather a companion. The moment it began to burden me, I knew something within myself had changed, and not for the better. As human beings we are supposed to grow and mature as we age, but often we can regress. I had regressed. To a state that I had not known since childhood. I put up walls around myself as a child and then allowed emotion and a relationship to break them down. I had allowed myself to become emotionally vulnerable, and for a man seeking success in this world, that is a no-go unless your name is Aubrey Graham, and then you can get rich off rapping about your emotional vulnerability.

Each of us is starring in our own movie. That’s what life is. You may not necessarily start off as the director and producer of your life, and God knows who the hell that scriptwriter is, but you are the star. And as the star, you are capable of improvisation. And thus I realised I needed to take back control. All my care did for me was sap my energy. Energy I put towards a job that didn’t value my worth. Energy put towards people who didn’t value my worth.

What is my worth? Well really, that’s only for me to decide. Your life is only worth as much as you want it to be. I myself, will become a new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

“My only purpose for living is to proving to myself I was born for a reason.” – Mason Riley-Kidney