Ronie Dinosaur

Noori Dinosaurni (Verse 1) I face their eyes, their eyes have a face. How do I fold into myself to cover, to hide? Read more from here...

The Unnamed Gift When you give a gift, do you announce it-This is for you- or do you leave it in the dark and call the receiver thief? Hunger exists. Read more from here...

Climate Report a Song by Ronie Dinosaur Verse 1 No life here- neither public nor private, not even personal. I only watch the world Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 144 - No Borrowed Grace No borrowed grace, no sullied core-pride etched in bone. Yesterday’s shadow whispers death, yet the step endures. The spirit trades for nothing forged in fleeting gold. An unyielding path, where virtue walks without a crown. No gift from any god survives this barren realm- Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 139 – Solar Men and Tectonic Men (Part II: Nature and Character) Solar men are, at their core, nature men. What they name as source-God, destiny, higher calling, divine energy-is nature performing its ordinary work. Seasons turn. Rivers carve paths. Light arrives, withdraws, returns. Human beings, built to survive within these cycles, learn to recognize patterns and align themselves accordingly. Reverence follows alignment. Solar men succeed by reading these patterns accurately. They rise when conditions permit rising. They speak when voices gather. Their strength depends on circulation-of belief, attention, timing. This is not illusion. It is biological and social intelligence functioning as designed. Nature rewards them because they cooperate with it. Their meaning-making is adaptive. Pain is translated into story because story preserves cohesion. Story becomes teaching because teaching sustains groups. Teaching becomes influence because influence maintains continuity. Solar strength is legitimate, but it is contextual. It flourishes where ecosystems-natural or social-are intact. Read more from here...

Sorcery I came back having lost-so who has ever come back having won? I lived by my own will; this is not called losing. I became Ronie to the whole world-from five-year-old children to everyone at the table, at the door, or on the floor. In return for the love I gave the boy within me, I could not gather love from a girl for myself. The generosity of my spirit, my character in action, my golden intent-and yet my desire proved fruitless. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 135 – What Is Ronie Dinosaur Who’s Still Walking [Verse 1] You followed the map they drew on the wall, took every turn the syllabus told. I walked through fire no textbook recalls, burned till the ashes turned into gold. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 122 - Hibernation of the Self I am not just what happened to me. When you rejected your friend- because you are a woman, you had that right- I felt insulted, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 123 – Collapsed Twice I collapsed twice in my life. The first time was at twenty-one. Family pressed in: “Why aren’t you studying? What are you even doing there? Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 113 - The Weight of My Efforts At first glance, it might seem I am a hungry man, his meal denied him- unwise, easily fooled. But read again, hear my words deeper: I was right, with pure intent and character, Read more from here...