Lanaia Lee's bio and sample of her work

Lanaia Lee Lanaia Lee was born in 1957 to a Navy father and a schoolteacher mother who home-schooled her. In second grade, she was reading on a 4th grade level, so they moved her to a private school to enhance her education. When she was nine years old, her mother died from a massive stroke. Because her father was rarely home, her grandmother, a professed black witch, gained custody. my website www.lanaiaslair.com Lanaia Lee was born in 1957 to a Navy father and a schoolteacher mother who home-schooled her. In second grade, she was reading on a 4th grade level, so they moved her to a private school to enhance her education. When she was nine years old, her mother died from a massive stroke. Because her father was rarely home, her grandmother, a professed black witch, gained custody. When Lanaia was 14, her grandmother abandoned her, and she landed in foster care where she had four different sets of foster parents within a year, because she kept running away to avoid men who attempted to molest her. At age fifteen, she went to boarding school on her dad's GI Bill. She graduated in her junior year after which she drifted, living with various people with neither a family nor a home. At eighteen, she married and divorced having three miscarriages. By nineteen, she began working in management for convenient stores and restaurant chains. She remarried at age 30, then had a stillborn daughter a year later. Five years later, her husband left her for a seventeen-year-old. She filed bankruptcy, and one month later suffered a massive stroke, which, after seven months in the hospital, put her in a wheelchair. The next two years involved intensive physical therapy, but she would never walk again. She took the step of finding work to help her rehabilitation. She found employment at vocational trades where she met my soul mate, David, also in a wheelchair from a motorcycle wreck he sustained in 1984. They married in 1992 and are still happily married. They, too, lost two children due to her disease, erratic hypertension. She and her husband live independently, and she still drives. In 2001, David dared her to write a poem. Out of curiosity, she posted it in an online poetry forum. The feedback was so positive, she kept writing. At first, she wrote just poems, then short stories and finally novels. All of her work is typed one-handed because of her disabilities. Lanaia gives credit to the grace of God which has helped her overcome immense adversity, hold her head high, and she claims she won’t quit until she hits the best seller list. Summer of Madness Summer, the time of vacations, no school, the beach, and destinations of one's dreams All the sun tanned bodies, bikinis, surfing, the imagination of endless thoughts and things But in this time of leisure, there is a darker side, drugs, free love, things are not as they seem Some times things are unspeakable, the things that fate may bring. This one summer, where man walked on the moon, and the songs of Woodstock were in the air If one remembers the summer of sixty-nine, something tragic happened, the thought of this always remaining in the back of one's mind The madness of one man would become known, his crimes were committed without one single solitary care The evil, the madness, beyond belief, madness such as this is very hard to find. August was the month, these horrific crimes would occur Causing the public to be shocked by what this small man, would order to be done I'm sure on those nights, if the victims had first realized what would happen, from this madness, if they could have, it they would have deterred The perpetrators committing their crimes at night, not under the daylight's warm inviting sun. They were labeled hippie, using mind altering drugs, and practicing what they considered free love Most of them runaways, young people adrift in an ocean trying to find themselves, their very soul In their drug induced mind they thought they would never get caught, because the very law itself, from this they thought they couldn't be touched, from reality, from this they were above This small man, doing all types of illegal things, but these things were petty, they were not this man's primary goal. So back in the year of sixty-nine, innocence as we knew it would be no more The word bloodbath, would take on an entirely different meaning As murder would run rampant, in the mind of one man, taking as his companion blood and gore Two nights of madness, would go down in history the names of Tate and LaBianca, hearing these names, you should know their meaning. That was forty years ago, but what the man Charlie and his "family" did, is still fresh in the mind's of one and all So much life destroyed that summer, the "family" caused so many with death to share a kiss Since the murders, Charlie and his friends have only witnessed and seen prison walls Since the year of sixty-nine, no other murders have shocked us all, since this horrific summer of madness. As Silent As A Mime I look up at the stars, I know what is in the future and it really scares me The proof lies within the road map to the stars The alignment, in the future, the effect on the Earth, all we can do is wait and see The stars can tell me of a devastation, that for me, I can foretell this from afar. I just know of this by simply reading the stars, that twinkle in the night sky I really wish I could warn mankind as to what the outcome of this may be Will mankind survive this thing, or will it be so devastating that everyone will die? The sun aligning directly in front of the center of the universe, from this I don't think mankind can flee. The Gods in the heavens, looking down on us, when the time comes maybe they will help I know awful devastation may occur, I want to reach across space and time, to send a warning When this occurs, will mankind be all alone? No one to hear their pleas for help It's really very scary, because no one knows what devastation this thing may bring. Being an avid astronomer in this day and time, I can pinpoint certain things Things I wish I did not know, because I fear for those in the future Those that may not heed the prophecy, in the future mankind thinking they can handle anything There is no stopping this thing that every twenty-six thousand years it occurs. We will leave the future a warning within our complicated calendar Hoping the future understands what we are saying when our calendar of time ends Our prophecy is different, because there is scientific proof as to what will occur I just hope mankind heeds our warning maybe then mankind will have some time their evil ways to mend. Looking at the stars, they tell everything and all Being Mayan, we are obsessed with the stars and with time I just wish I could be with mankind in the future, as the alignment will cause mankind to take some kind of fall We think the center of our galaxy a black hole, immense gravitational pull, afterward mankind may be as silent as a mine. The Guardian This is a dream come true, I am actually here among Egyptian royalty being here on the Giza Plateau One thing has always fascinated me, the guardian, the protector, the Sphinx itself Body of strength, that being a lion, and the head of a pharaoh, always watching to see if one is friend or foe Depicting it is guarding the entire valley with it's pharaoh's house of the dead and all her wealth. Always here, forever watching, doing the job, forever, for the purpose it is thought it was created for Regal and proud, never backing down, always there, regardless of anything Always guarding, never backing down, facing everything head on, no matter what lie in store Showing the strength of the ancients, no matter what fate may bring. Rumor tells us the repository of Atlantis, under the left front paw, the room lie undisturbed for many many years Ground imaging shows without a doubt, there is a room here, but collapsed, and no one really understands how The room remaining a mystery, until we can reach it without any fear This regal statue, to show respect and reverence, in front of it, I really feel I should bow. As long as it can be remembered, always the ongoing question, how old are you? Debated by scholars such as Socrates and Plato, will we ever know the absolute truth? Archeologists and scholars alike a have different theories, but do they really have a plausible clue? To the question of it's purpose, will we ever have what we seek the truth? I guess this fact will be argued until the end of time It is really amazing to think primitive man could build such a structure, such a monument Still, here you have stood, observing things over space and time You are so secretive, not giving away anything, not one little hint. Will we ever know the truth? In a way I hope not, I think some mysteries in history will never really be defined I believe you have guarded this place a lot longer than what most of us think Most think you are from the 4th dynasty of the old kingdom, but to the truth are we really blind You, the guardian, stable, always on your job, always making mankind wonder and think.