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The hyenas cackled maniacally , gasping and choking and she lunges at them, jaws snapping, eyes glittering gold. Throats were torn and yet the laughing continued, wheezing and guttural, shakey with their final breathes. Life leaves them and she roars to her enemies; She was sunlight, she was stardust, she was the warrior queen.
((About me trying to fight depression))
 Apr 2016 Ronald D Lanor
Gidgette
Every morning at 6 a.m.
I watch you get in the shower
Then you get out, shave and dress
You're at your work within the hour

At noon you leave for lunch
A coke and hotdog down the block
By 1 p.m. you're back at your desk
Doing your job, taking stock

By 5 p.m. you're back at home
Rambling around your lovely house
Grab a snack, watch tv
I stay quiet, like a mouse

At the end of each day
You get ready for bed
Put on your pjs
Tonight they're red

Tonight I'll sneak in
Use the stolen key I keep
Sit at the foot of your bed
Watch you sleep

I watch you
Day and night
Wish you were mine
I'd hold you tight

You dont even know
That I exist
You nearly caught me once
When Your sleeping face, I kissed

You pass me on the street
Without a second glance
Had I the courage,
I'd speak and take a chance

But I never will
So this is what I do
I spend my days and nights
Stalking, watching, loving you
I'm not a stalker to anyone. This is just a poem.
 Apr 2016 Ronald D Lanor
Onoma
Nicked by stars
in a dreamless
state...while
fielding visions
of the coming
sun.
Scarcely
contained by the
day it's put to,
as if put out by.
A superabundant
living space lit with
great care...dying space
smote with great care.
For love
to see passed itself,
hence Love the more.
The only way to assuage
such clarity.
Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
The salty breeze
Such a nostalgic smell
As we comb the beach
Looking for shells

As the gulls overhead
Squawk and they cry
We lie in the sun
Not a cloud in the sky

All these unique rocks
As far as can see
And each of them has
Their own story

My hair always tussled
By the breeze
I walk and I smile
And I look out to sea
Die into me,

Every kiss is a prayer
As I whisper a prophesy
         To your body.

          The night will keep us
As we constellate our passion.

I die into you,

      I await you on the other side,
There open my soul
      And read the inscription:

   He died a thousand times,
Reborn inside her,
    The Sacrificial Lover.
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