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Ronie Dinosaur

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ABOUT THE POEM: In the shadowed corners of existential rebellion, Ronie Dinosaur confronts the ultimate temptation: a cosmic salesman, smug and eternal, peddling reincarnation as a shiny product—another chance at life, wiped clean of scars, regrets, and hard-won fury. This isn't mere suicide or nihilism; it's a defiant philosophical assassination. Ronie rejects the cycle of rebirth not out of despair, but out of ferocious loyalty to the self forged in pain. By imagining murdering the salesman—who symbolizes any force offering escape, erasure, or dilution of the current "I"—Ronie ensures this scarred, unrepeatable version remains singular and final. To accept the do-over would allow that diluted self to resurrect elsewhere; to kill the offer is to seal this existence as absolute, irreversible, sacred. Drawing from Advaita’s Satyam Shivam Sundaram (Truth is auspiciousness is beauty), Ronie elevates raw character—flawed, furious, authentic—above aesthetic illusion. Poetry may beautify suffering, but it doesn’t negate its truth. Here, beauty serves truth, not the other way around. This is not a cry for help. This is a war cry for permanence. I am Ronie Dinosaur: original, enraged, hunting beauty on my own terms—until the last breath, and never again.

Imagine an arrogant cosmic salesman offering you this life again-
a full do-over, new skin, clean slate.
What would you do?
Me?
I’d let him live his current life
for a single moment-
before I murder him.
Right here.
Right now.

I’d lean in, smile politely,
and whisper:
“Run. Run, motherfucker, run.
Before I end this version of you
before you take another breath.”

No.
I choose to stay exactly this me-
scarred, furious, unrepeatable-
until the final heartbeat.
Because this is the only me
I’m willing to kill.
So he can never crawl back
into any body,
anywhere,
ever again.

In the temple of my philosophy,
the statue, the god,
is character-
not poetry.

The beauty of the description
doesn’t negate the horror of the reality.
Hence, Satyam Shivam Sundaram.

I am original.
I am Ronie Dinosaur.
I am the truth.
I am in search of beauty.

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