Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: January 2022

  • spoken word: united as one – 05/01/22

    united as one recording

    my mind,
    my heart my body my soul
    three unite know my all

    to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea
    there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me
    temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time
    smile widely in the circumstances
    baby girl you’ll always remain mine

    there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain,
    the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.

    Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones
    the effigy is part of this circumstance
    fight through medication together
    not alone.

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: keys – 23/12/21

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    keys
    the blueprint of my life thus mapped
    formerly detailed and bent,
    corrected straightened
    light peaceful direct,
    and pointed, poignant, heaven sent….

    I don’t digress, live for moments
    for the poetess within now turns to justice
    I smile so widely and beam politely
    knowing that the blueprint is fine and dandy
     
    there’s no need for alterations
    no locks changed ill-communications
    the potion, portion, nay, patent is right, decidedly,
    traversing false justifications.

    who needs instructions ‘bout operation
    not a bent cupid’s doll to be explored nor teased
    there are no answers only keys
    keys upon my pristine skin,
    for in my skin this hope be in,
    within a rose oh, how I know
    unravelling some delightful prose
    irreverent reverence ultimately knows,
    I’ll feel the fierce scent of acidity flood my soul,
    intoxicating insignias wafting to my nose.

    there’s no danger any longer
    could not give a damn ‘bout spiteful strangers
    some negative others naysaying behind straightened hands
    I am pure I am truth I am goodness
    won’t you ask any chosen man?

    I speak from the heart
    dedicate my words through and through
    look to my spirit
    it shines with rugged proof
    that there is room for progress
    I’ve redesigned the blueprint
    there’s nothing dangerous, ill-fated nor elementary
    to it.
     
    so unravel their hints
    their cloying intent
    I don’t mind being spoken of,
    but I’d rather productivity, time well spent,
    no true inclination behind unkind cruelty
    whilst alongside mint green karma flows with ease   

    toward the heart the force of life
    tattooed key
    home chakra
    bursts with ease.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • dream

    perfection
    bliss
    amazingly saved
    unreasonable
    disarming
    corrections to a name
    the entwining of notions the screenplay the utter commotions
    we love to inflict the drama and bend a chink in your armour
    the truth is that we come with spells
    we come with magic we come with flighty yells
    the anonymity of the moment is shafted away because now, inclined toward the moon is where
    we
    shall
    stay.

    wander not in the desert, sweet hearts, understand that there are two to come undone,
    we reunite beneath the wanton burning sun,
    there’s nothing to see, nothing to do,
    nothing to rob, but broken hearts in heavy arms.

  • fiction, please: the thirteenth hour – excerpt – 01/01/21

    The television show blares to life. I cannot watch anymore; the irreverence is bugging me, sending my mind into strife. I watch the little lady mouth away and curl into a ball, is it all for show? No, no no.

    Her dear counterpart sits by her bedside, interrupting with ease whilst she tries to compose herself tap tapping the keys. The rhythmic data of his worded snipers are dot dot dotting the area at large and then he clasps his hands together shakes his head and sighs, gives her a smile and says, “Darling, please don’t whine…” She glares at him, insidiously, fire raging within her orbs. He clasps his hands together once more, he is confused by her delirium, perhaps she is just…. bored? Is she playing a game? Is she waltzing without a name? Is she bee-drilling just the same? Oh, darling, what’s in a name? These people think they can irreverently tame, kill, main, but the truth of the matter is, she is at one with peace, she is Spirituality, she is beauty and reverence, she is Lauren Maree,. Control Save.

  • darling love me do – 01/01/22

    darling love me do – 01/01/22

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    darling, love me do.
    you promised to look after me, my heart, my soul you keep,
    you watch over me, gently stroke my hair, envelope protect my soul as I sleep
    and in wonderment I feel relaxed enough to release thy demons of starvation
    comfortable to freely eat
    junk food I can see, I can hold, taste, see, feel without disdain,
    without aggravation, it’s as though we were from yesterday

    remember those times we enjoyed those laughs,
    when we were wide eyed and smiling.
    like two gangly giraffes?

    My love, love, my wide eyed hope, allow me to provide the scope, I stared at you, and then I realised,
    I suddenly would know,

    you are the One. No other man would stay with me these tense terse hours, emergency department, demands shot, barked, fired. You know, you understand me, you are my hidden key, I have realised ever so slowly. That you’re the one for me. Forever be with me.
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  • eye of light

    eye of light

    the eye of light, it sees

    it delivers, it brings forth the time of carriages and wandering nomads
    and princesses and nightshades
    it speaks of wonder and prisms and eyes
    I, I, I’s, that glare at me,
    glint at me,
    surreptitiously, but… not really.

    I sit and wonder with him by my side, the one true support that we have to ride,
    and see the timing here is bliss because i know this,
    he is there for me, unlike those whom wish to subsist upon my energies,
    crush me with metaphoric ease, rise above their blatant cries,
    I shan’t commence no shudders,
    I will rise and rise and rise until sunset hits the source of power.

    I’m going to be seen soon, apparently, he claims, he tries to warn me to put the laptop away,
    for they will ask, ask away what is it you dictate today from the words of gods, well here there feels no god for me at this present moment, this disgusting method I breathe, I feel angst, anxiety, vile suffocation I feel immense chest paining…


    Mane.

    – Unicorns dance in great celebration.

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