Precepts Of Mortality Poem by Patti Masterman

Live ready to die,
be the benign force,
be the malignant force.
Be sweetly fierce
and posthumously saintly.
Use telepathy on crowds,
But approach a person like a weapon.

When the angel of death approaches another,
Invite him in for a spot of your blood.
Be the wild card; be wild,
Be surprised by your own acts,
learn to expect the unexpected.

Live indecisively, straddle the fence.
Fall deliberately, full-conscious, only to rise again.
When falling, be indefensible, indefatigable.
Surround yourself from the inside, like an enemy.
Be the opposition someday you intend to destroy.