by Steve Tanham
Devoid of real feeling, the Dictator treads his lonely way along his chosen, barren path.
All around him is life, in its shared love and simplicity, but he stays true to the vastness of his egoic channel, long baked by hate into clay that will not sustain growing things.
Behind him, the mountains of ambition keep him focussed on the goal, which he thinks is glory… but really is the ocean, where the parts of his body and brain will be rolled, crushed and broken, before Nature recycles him into dusty history to which we may point, but from which few learn…
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
Yes Steve, perfectly put.
The meglamaniac walks alone.
His evil shadows all he passes.
His looks wither all he passed, his breath is sharp as a sword.
I do care if he is hard done by
God forgive me I wish him gone.
Steve I read you poem , “In My Kitchen” in email but it’s a ‘not found’ on your site. It a great poem it catches the feel of the war perfectly. 💜🇺🇦🇬🇧
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Hi Willow. Love your text, above! Thank you. ‘In my Kitchen’ was set to publish on Thursday, but one of WordPress’ undocumented features is that deluge having set a future date-time, ‘Publish’ ignores it. It’s happened to me several times and I have to race to pull the post and restore the schedule. It will publish Thursday morning! ❤️
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Thank you for clarifying that Steve 😊
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