Canvas of words that penetrates through him like the vocal of his pen,

He astounds you with the sophistication of his write from long ago and now,

To assist you his honor, as for he is the one that bows down, which is the success of his write, a gift,

The memoir of a man

Mason the man the myth

Quiet man, that roars with thought,

A story to tell, a message to give that comes from within,

In the distance his journey is spelled out, constantly does it ring?

Dangled years of his life on display, his truth is his heart; consideration is unmasked by his closer,

On a mountain peak his story spills, typing in motion, to give us something to understand, a fiddler he is,

Mason the man the myth


A unheard prowler, that moves like a cougar with force, of consciousness that explains it to us all, by a read,

Like A gospel song that feels us with tears and sincerity,

Amazement, of constant circumstance,

His poetry leaves us thinking, wondering, waiting for more,

Mason the man the myth