Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Not Worth The Upsets – 21/09/21

    Poem: Not Worth The Upsets – 21/09/21

    Deliver me from the evils that await at the hands of certain beings,
    an understanding that what they project in life is the pain they’ve already been suffering,
    or a notion that the signs they exhibit are the nastiness wrought within their souls,
    perhaps they’ve been hurt already, perhaps they just have a cruel heart,
    perhaps we won’t know at all.

    But the missing pieces of the puzzle won’t inextricably fall into place,
    in fact, they might fall by the wayside under their devil’s sweeping cape,
    little minds who wish to play games may think theirs are engorged,
    but let me tell you this, dear friends,
    I believe bullying behaviour is extremely untoward.

    It’s as though they want to ruin another for their sheer pleasure,
    a wreaking of revenge because an ego became snowed under,
    I am the process, I am the deliverer,
    I will not allow myself from useless words to suffer.

    Stronger than the poison that seeps from veins,
    a fighter within,
    I shall never emit to them the words ‘je t’aime’,
    unworthy of my belligerence,
    untimely expulsions from my spirit,
    my perturbed soul,
    now I know,
    they weren’t worth the upsets at all.
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  • Poem: Obsidian – 19/09/21

    Poem: Obsidian – 19/09/21

    I look to the sky with haste,
    why has thou forsaken me,
    in my time of need?
    Every inch of me screams to be heard,
    every centimetre to be held close.
    The raw aching state of my soft flesh cuts into my plans,
    wreaking havoc on a once-perfectly addled mind,
    states of being which soared with creativity,
    more and more, until even I couldn’t believe
    what avant-garde moments were coming
    from me.
    I call and call without triumph,
    your name and understanding I beg for,
    but there is none,
    only self-serving fervour and tirades,
    enough of them,
    your silence speaks more than I could ask for.
    Deliverance, none is forthcoming,
    what is there to hope for when
    some simply want to annihilate that which is
    all around them,
    a petty call for fury,
    a disagreeable despot,
    despicable I shall call actions,
    but isn’t it enough to hold certain hands,
    mine is now I don’t care at all to be
    possessed by them.
    Too much inertia to be absorbed,
    belligerence and insolence
    developing,
    swelling,
    with ease,
    I discard ill feelings
    from the lot of them.

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    Previous Post: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

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  • Poem: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

    Poem: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

    reduction of meds
    equals reduction of stability
    you’re questioned whether what you’re doing
    is right for you
    but I know it’s important to get this poison
    out of my system
    to slowly cleanse myself of it
    it’s been soaking my mind
    tainting my equilibrium.
    it can’t be healthy to be on high doses
    for years and years –
    when you are struggling the most,
    perhaps it’s important
    to have these as bandages
    to cotton wool my mind
    with white fluffy woollen balls
    but I need the reality
    of living without so much chemical restraint
    I’m just taking matters into my own hands
    it’s only weeks that I am not going to wait.
    the edginess in reduction is the worst part
    the raw red feeling
    of being scraped against a
    venomous spiked ceiling
    being dragged upside down
    feeling discomfort,
    exhaustion to the highest degree
    this dose has been with me for years
    I’m getting rid of it perhaps a little too fast,
    deplete it from me,
    just damned well leave my system,
    let me breathe.

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    Previous Post: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

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  • Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

    Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

    I feel the river of consciousness flowing, the flow of ethereal joy growing, and the prism of light shine and increase within me, a quiet sense of knowing. Knowledge that life will continue to improve, it is with focus and intent that I’m aware I’ll keep this view, with positivity, an ample amount, enough to dampen any sense of fear or doubt, in myself I have trust and the knowledge that to myself and close others, I will be able to remain devout. There can be occasions when I wonder, have I strayed from the righteous path, was there something awry I performed, or have I mistrusted, an inability to inadequately and naively discern, when really I should have upped and away without a goodbye, from past experiences, perhaps still never having learnt. And the truth of the matter is that often there are circumstances which call for the separation of one from another, without occasion, without proper rhyme or explained reason, for the state of the spirit, it is required to be done, to be gone away from them, without a single word. Their hearts, once appearing warm, have turned cruel and unkind, perhaps self-serving, in a short time. Others, certain types, will be afforded soft explanations, but these may be few and far in between, sometimes nothing is warranted but a deft ascension. A momentous breaking, of a declared separation, of something that turned out to be a farcical and unwarranted, something only aiding a certain type of them. And now, as I listen to quiet flow, of gentle meditations, I know that everything will be fine, for I am allowing this to be so, in subtle time. The tick-ticking of the two room clocks no longer perturbs, but sets a gentle precedence for one another, incorrect in a way, but right in a type of odd style. As though falling into each other, meant to be there for every second for one another, endless, ongoing, with stoic fervour. Isn’t it nice when we are here for one another? A calming click-click, as the seconds tick unevenly with the softened music within my ears makes me calm, flow with the river as I speak from my spirit within, rolling out with words to speak, not with anger, not with a din, with a wave upon wave of undulating rings.

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  • Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Awakening thy inner truths,
    beauty present,
    spiritual proof,
    the internal reservoirs of light,
    make infinite truth anything but a plight.

    Causes within and visions yours,
    counteract the substance of irrelevant facts,
    cast forth through the shrouded clouds,
    airy mysteries,
    intelligence, wonder, determining that which
    we seek.

    What is before my very eyes
    is circumstance, crimson red,
    but unfaltering yet,
    a bold vivid view for my heart
    to contemplate upon,
    run from the pastels, into the beat
    of another’s drum.

    And here will the rhythmic data align,
    linear,
    rich cobalt, emeralds too,
    enriched with understanding of linked truths,
    brighten the mindset, for I know what to do.

    I shall not carry on with anything but
    positive intent,
    bringing down the deceit and decimation
    disingenuous song spent,
    for deep inside I hear a calling,
    the sparkling of my morning,
    a yearning, a hoping,
    a certain reverent knowing.

    Trust not the tide of others’ wisdoms
    but find that of your own,
    I have searched high and low and I’m still
    learning how to trust, and love,
    and when push comes to an
    irreverent shove,
    and a playful side is shown,
    I will counteract that airy, floaty substance with
    something more like my own.

    My spirit, it will shine,
    it will take on the strength of truths imbued,
    I will be able to be read like a book,
    but in terms of knowledge, it is a wanted view.
    I know that delving into one’s psyche
    is not always preferable for him, nor she,
    whomever these people prove to be,

    but, I dare to explore,
    I dare to unwind,
    the visions, the moments,
    the arcs and spikes in my mind,
    until I become better in myself,
    analysis, truth be told,
    is better with maturity,
    one of the perks of growing old.

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  • Poem: Particular Reason – 11/09/21

    Poem: Particular Reason – 11/09/21

    Are you caught in the past,
    or occupied in the future?
    One needs to exist in the present moment,
    become your personal teacher,
    for in this state of being you will learn
    something inherently deeper
    than the quiet understanding already grasped;
    one needs not their own preacher.

    Existing as an individual,
    not one of a pair, simple two,
    becoming stronger with every moment,
    wiping away past assertions of “truth”,
    for this notion, this validity you are searching for,
    tell yourself there’s more to life
    than being attached, feeling gleans,
    independence is what should be seen,
    mutual connection perhaps a future must,
    irreverent, irreverent light streams.

    But trust is the catalysis that makes this
    formula relevant,
    what exceptions should there be to behold
    should irrelevancies be logged,
    shown, told,
    let us not acknowledge the voice of a particular reason,
    there is momentum in the smoking gun,
    of amazingly righteous treason.

    Perhaps personal betrayal means nothing to them.
    Let us relish the inevitable dealing of karmic retribution.

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  • Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    The garden’s greenery embraces me,
    wonder seen, euphoria breathed,
    chest heaving, visions to believe in,
    bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs,
    encroaching branches,
    to my life, they have been given.

    I marvel at the sights all around,
    the gentle wisp of accompanying windy sounds,
    the soft gusts here and there
    which spread subtle fragrance in the air,
    it is without a care that I exist in this land,
    sitting in my stained oak outside chair,
    and wondering to myself,
    what did I do to deserve this,
    sights and sounds,
    perfection everywhere?

    The twittering of distant birds,
    and soft automobile travels,
    off for a lark?
    Unlikely, in this world climate,
    but still we live to have a laugh,
    or at least smile, appreciating Nature’s
    work of art,
    knowingly or unknowingly,
    I will continue to exist within this breeze
    of intent,
    goddess or gods’ efforts well spent,
    as they bluster now,
    heavier, more breeze,
    but effervescent, it’s as though bubbles of brightness
    are purposeful, here, and well-meant.

    I relax back now,
    adoring the visions some more,
    brightness shines in my eyes,
    greenery and hues of natural rainbows,
    even artificial hues do not bore,
    colour schemes and blustering trees,
    whistling, wonder what’s transported in spirit
    between those leaves?
    Blessed am I indeed
    to have this scene all for me.

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  • Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    My confidence in self-expression,
    I don’t care for looks of derision,
    curious undertakings,
    the strangers I sometimes catch glancing,
    I wear my big heavy boots with pride,
    wear dark makeup all I like,
    I dress how I want without hindrance,
    it may seem to others a small decision.

    But I am being bold, letting my choices
    break the mould,
    I don’t care for judgements or disapproval,
    my approval is the only type I need to view.
    Being confident in myself used to be much of
    a chore,
    for I dressed, presented in ways
    that called for attention, of other’s approval
    I did implore.

    Nowadays, I please myself, yearning I am not
    to be noticed and accepted for someone that I
    really was not,
    no longer clothed in garb that screamed for their eyes,
    bare naked skin,
    exposed legs, soft thighs.
    I walk the streets and shops in elaborate heavy boots,
    shiny accessories,
    caring not for looks of affection,
    I express in my own style,
    it may glean attention,
    but it’s not doing so
    for the most incorrect of reasons.

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  • Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21

    Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21

    Words unfold upon my screen, toppling, clamouring over themselves, fighting to be seen.
    I’m important,
    no, my message is of the utmost importance,
    let me be heard,
    while the most relevant one relaxes away, folded arms.

    Its words are the most likely to go unnoticed; its is the voice of reason, the truth you don’t want to see, but it lingers, to the side, presence important, but not impinging. Just there, whiling away time, until you become most aware.

    It is the truth that, once realised, you wish to deny, for accepting it, and following through with action will only lead to temporary suffering, and really, who wants this now? Who needs pain, even if it only lasts for a version of ‘now’? But what I must come to terms with, is that the behaviours I’m experiencing, being exposed to, are exceedingly on repeat, with only mere weeks of interlude. The same insistent melody cranking in strange intonations that ultimately are the same cacophony. And can I live with this pattern my entire life, should I endure the same tired push?

    The Message smirks at me from the side, its curled upper lip making me uncomfortable, wanting to run and hide, for if I squirm away now, I can ignore the obvious path ahead, and I won’t need to encounter it. I can deal with excuses, revelations away from the Message’s thread. Then I won’t need to lie in bed pondering how the future will be, if I take this step, make this step, because I haven’t been able to cease that cacophony. The melody, discordant though relevant, which made me feel good, but in the end, was only for another end to be achieved.

    And I know this, knew this, always can see, but receive with casual measures, never openly giving in return because, I don’t play games of affection, with insistent interjection, impinging on one’s direction, I need to cease the received indelicate actions. Is it time to finally learn? That there is no improvement, no learning from my words. There is no ceasing of expectation, lingering there, the Message needs to be heard. I pull my socks high, place my feet into my boots, stridently meet the Message, face its obvious truths. I lean in to one side, allow it to whisper its keen observations. With pride, it straightens its back, chest thrown forward, it has been heard, has been acknowledged, that is a fact. My expression, stunned, I have been made aware of what to do. Whether I choose to use its knowledge or not, is up to me to choose…
     
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  • Poem: Beautiful Soul Knowledge – 04/09/21

    Poem: Beautiful Soul Knowledge – 04/09/21

    It is a part of me,
    my choice of which to give,
    openly or freely,
    absolutely willingly,
    the freedom of positivity,
    the decision to make amends,
    correct that abstract thought pattern,
    that negative plane doesn’t befit
    my type of Earth,

    but instead

    I will reach within,
    grasp, grapple, with whatever
    there is to see,
    a part of me is becoming courageous,
    and knowing,
    and I love to be encouraging,
    and I will speak with kindness not only
    to others,
    but also to myself,
    inside, outside,
    directness, shooting internally,
    the truths, the prisms of light
    my heart has been seeking,

    that quiet knowing,
    understanding,
    softness,
    whispering,
    the gentleness of caressing,
    those plaintive words
    that say I am amazing
    without being embarrassed
    or thinking I’m immodest,
    but knowing and appreciating myself
    for me,

    Can you truly do the same for yourself?
    looking deep inside,
    my words, my trust in you,
    can you believe?
    Can you see?

    The amazing person that you’ve grown
    to be,
    the wondrous specimen of humanity that
    is becoming more,
    each breath you grow,
    enormously in your soul,
    your spirit,
    if you choose the growth pattern to be,

    and now I’ll tell you,
    you’re on the right path,
    keep searching,
    like I keep seeking,
    to know myself,
    know yourself,
    finally, truly, at last.

    Ask yourself, are you ready to manifest,
    are you prepared to succeed?
    Feel relief in knowing
    I believe in you,
    just as I believe in the beauty of the whistling wind
    weaving through the trees,
    the setting sun with his
    beautiful dance on the horizon –

    imagine now what it feels like
    to be engulfed by the senses,
    overwhelmed and feeling everything wondrous,
    and realise, you’re already travelling
    this long and winding road,
    if you’re with me,
    take my hand,
    and we’ll travel together,
    becoming wiser as we learn and know.

    Soul paths and kindred spirits,
    truth unwinds,
    heavenly beings watch as we grow,
    wisdom and experiences intertwine.

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