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Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 1: The Roar

Posted 6 months ago under DINOSAUR, Existential Rehabism, Mythopoetic, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: alcohol, ant, authentic voice, born, caged bird, carry, chapter, character, character arc, character building, cosmic metaphor, creative philosophy, creative writing, difference, emotional depth, emotional furnace, emotional grit, emotional solitude, emotional survival, emotional wilderness, existential roar, existential struggle, fools, God, hero archetype, human versus divine, humiliation, identity formation, Indian context, inner conflict, inner roar, inner strength, inner voice, insult, literary character, loneliness, loneliness narrative, modern myth, mythmaking, mythology, original spirit, persona, personal evolution, personal mythology, personal truth, philosophical poetry, poetic identity, poetic monologue, poetic narrative, poetic persona, psychological depth, raw expression, raw honesty, resilience, roar, Ronie Dinosaur, Sati, self-creation, self-realization, self-reflection, shame, Shiva, Shiva metaphor, silence, spiritual independence, spiritual rebellion, story, symbolic roar, tragic humor, truth vs society, unpaid, weight.

ronie-dinosaur

It’s my job to roar.
When Ronie Dinosaur roars,
even Godzilla looks like a toy lizard.
Godzilla’s roar is sound ripped from the throat-
loud, radioactive, cinematic.
Ronie’s roar comes from deeper, Read more from here...

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I am Grief

Posted 6 months ago under Existential Rehabism, Mythopoetic, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: beauty, bleed, breathing, corpse, desire, Dinosaur, extince, famous, grief, Image, knuckles, legend, locked, mirror, peace, pyre, rejection, roar, Sati, shame, Shiva, sky, success, surrender, truth, vaccum, widow, witness, woman.

grief

He ran carrying the corpse of Sati on his shoulder,
asking the sky, “What is this weight? Why me?”
I run with empty fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleed,
daring the same sky:
“Look me in the eye. Stop whining. Stop cheating. Fight fair.”
My arms are not open in surrender; Read more from here...

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