Recipe No. 1 – How To Be A Tyrant.

Step One: Bully others, subtly or overtly.

Step Two: Hear gossip about your actions, behavior, reactions, words, tone, or otherwise “you” related items. Be invested enough in your ego to give a fuck.

Step Three: Fire anyone who doesn’t agree with your “leadership” style. Show them how much you give a fuck about their opinions of you. Show them your weakness – errr, I mean your power.

👏👏 CON-GRATULATIONS!!** YOU ARE NOW A TYRANT.

**Side effects may include: dizziness from abuse of power, a high level of displaced emotion, a see-through illusion of strength, an abnormal level of insecurity, a life based on fear with little or no access to your heart, a low level of ability to think before you act/speak, and overwhelming loneliness.

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I started reading a new book AFTER getting this post ready. First chapter, no joke: Mind As Tyrant. Synchronicity in my life never gets old.

“Whenever you find yourself living a in a time that is riddled with chaotic and/or deceptive energy, you may notice that you feel rather small. …What is really needed is a way to think outside the box.” – The Matter of Mind: An Explorer’s Guide to the Labyrinth of the Mind, by Master Djwhal Khul through Kathlyn Kingdon

Phases of the Moon: Day Twenty-Seven.


Swayed by just an inch of song
My feet become unglued
And I am taken away
Like a kite made of branches
In an unrelenting wind
Strong enough to carry me
Moving me far too easily.

Like a pair of discarded stockings
No body in there
My pink polka dots dance
With that bohemian adventure
Heartbreak waiting on the wings
Of my desire for the plain
It’s simple, I am moved far too easily.

I glide across compass points
Hanging onto an objective view
Where notes are felt falling for the layers
And tears drop into the wild and untamed ion
Charging me with an electric fear
For the pending loss of your unspoken words
Tell me, even silence moves me all too easily.

A failed retreat from the depth
In receipt of your last death
The dust swirling around my waist
Longing for that one glorious taste
Of your safe landing space
Won’t you help me to be free
Won’t you love me… move me too easily.

Image (“Red Kite Moon”) courtesy of Dr. Joseph Valks at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Old poem called Moved Too Easily, for this Moon Series. Two more poems, two more days…and then! Onto the next project. Hope you enjoy the next series 🦋

July 19th, 2017.