She speaks of song and arpeggiated reach
twittering ascension,
her duty to self is to soar into a land of
quiet achievement
obtained with personal praise
self-talk of encouragement
no derision
raised tones should have no home
on a pathway of momentum
gentle positivity will grow.
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It feels so natural to speak the truth
Embedded with Constance to see me through
Upon the tips of my tongue
A hullabaloo
And an irrevocable meaning, melding
Of heartfelt growling too.
They’re, we’re indestructible, I know,
View the airiness within me as my two delicates rose
I need not have not
Want for material things because the truth is
My spirit is soaring.
No matter what you say or do
You cannot take me from the stars
From the skies
The sighs and I quickly taste that bitter pill
Of poison
For some refuse me heavens door
No matter how hard I rap or knock
I cannot get in …
Frantic cries for Doc!
The paid spread the mayhem
LOST
I calm myself
It’s only motes
Or dust
My being is travelling
Astral through the sky
Whisper I sleep prettily and dream of
Wonderful butterflies
Shush as they encompass me
Their light winged air begging me to stare at
Their wondrous dramatic colours of sweet rich hues
Nothing like where upon the earth,
We are hunted for training
For sailing for achievements
For ENTERTAINMENT and more
I am no more a sheep for fleece as steak is to hunger
I refuse to be your sacrifice any longer r
Before those guilty of harbouring powers from me for so many years
Stuff you and your sister and your job cause your beard, because hey,
I kinda like your beard. 🙂
Returning in all seriousness, don’t cease my ability to soar, I don’t NEED you now, all I needs myself is my mind, my wits and the ability to laugh at funny situations.
Because laughter shared is happiness gained, my love. Did you not know that?
I like you more or less. 🙂
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I sing to the gods for they provide sustenance
nectar sweet, lustrous
twinkling, sparkling, flowing wine,
don’t touch my tongue though
without alteration I’ll be fine
I love that life can promise so much
if you seek it
positive attitude
the goodness flows through me
the gods and goddesses smile at me
upon me their expressions are the same
proud, joyous that I’ve come so far
darkness grew so old
had to be tamed
I warble with my daily tasks
look forward to completing even menial things
without being asked
it’s such a lightness I feel within
now that I appreciate so much more
dare I say everything?
untoward may be certain moments
but I can look at them without tainted eyes, thoughts,
they no longer conjoin with my mindset
I turn my thinking around
appreciate what there is to gain
from times that do not initially please
because appreciating what is being presented
sometimes takes a little twisting.
I feel the warmth radiate within my heart
rare are times of mood swings or upsets
non showy
not up in arms
I am simply living life in a pleasant way
because I’m happy with myself
much more than those yesterdays.
changes came when I paved my way.
(10/11/21)
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she sat beside herself
talked gently in her ear
baby girl, you have nothing to fear
there’s naught in the world that
you cannot and will not take on
fear not, my love
fear not
the little girl smiled with shyness
tentatively the elder spoke with kindness
you will achieve all you seek
if only you work hard
spread love and happiness too
you’ll go far
but mother, mother
no I am not she
I am you in your older years
these wrinkles, smile lines, can’t you see?
I’ve been happy
content,
everything I appreciate that God has sent
because I know that every day is a blessing
each minute, hour, I treasure,
because one second we’ll wonder where they went.
the youth’s eyes flickered
realisation dawned
so, all I have to do is be happy and a good person
what about the other things I’ve heard?
what other things, elder she asked, lowering her eyes
the little girl said I heard I must be the best
at everything I try
personal bests are important, yes
but be strong inside yourself
resilience is a special word
you’ll learn of when in your heart you delve
be careful with who you let in
but do not erect high walls
in short be the perfect person you are,
you’re an amazing little girl.
she disappeared now
into some ether
one moment there
the next vanished, no sight of her
the little girl, somewhat perplexed
but enlightened in a way
she grins to herself
and announces
I met myself today!
(30/10/21)
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Think not of the
worries of our times,
instead, be inspired by life,
everything there is to gain,
appreciation, let it soar,
gratitude flow from within,
it’s not so difficult to
change perspective,
from negative to positive.
With practice, it’ll come
with time,
events to ponder,
take your time,
I understand sadness
might linger within,
but look for more
than this papery feeling,
if you try, you can
begin certain healing.
And when this occurs,
feel the multitude of
amazing emotions soar,
uplifting be the memories
you chose to pluck from the
air of your hemisphere,
personal, yet becoming
comfortable public property,
and then you will know
the magic of true intent,
the purpose of gaining wisdom
about oneself, your mind,
you’ll make it,
trust me.
(29/10/21)
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Bass throbs, soulful beings,
sends hope forth, ecstasy springing,
accumulative movements,
dance, stomp, flow, singing,
heavenly brightness, utterly amazing.
Grinning, growing, flowing,
feeding the memories with presence
of mind growing,
understanding not of false currencies,
but true depth, the priceless act of self-knowledge.
Enrichment of beat, melody, beat, flow,
watch all breathe together,
exist, inhale, delving powerful unknowns,
fluidity of momentum,
yet treble and bass must war as one,
disharmonious then tacit agreement
portentous enlightenment ne’er come undone.
Now, follow the music for
your own vivid truths,
enriched understanding,
crimson red, deep blue infused,
dance to the flow and rhythm of
your own unique path,
you’ll arrive,
you’ve arrived,
finally, at long last.
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Nothing to be depressed about,
so positive,
so joyous – so free,
encumbered paths we could say
but ecstatic I choose to be,
it’s about which side to view
and walk alongside Life,
I could pinpoint, acknowledge,
tiny points of strife,
elaborate,
with magnitude,
some attitude filled with,
rife,
with annoyance, with irritation,
or feelings of ‘discrimination’.
But the truth is I’m blessed
to be here, well and breathing,
the strength, resilience, in
myself and others I am seeing,
I could list all that’s here for us,
right and lasting,
lingering,
hope, especially,
is something I am carrying.
I am grateful for my health,
my family, my dear friendships,
my comforts, and deep love,
Life’s material things,
those which bring comfort,
music, sound, paint,
art, colours, company combine,
I don’t chose to inhabit positivity —
instead it’s bred within me.
Cast aside, long ago,
the feelings of downbeat,
downtrodden,
the ‘world’s against me’s’,
I didn’t need to be like that,
to live like that,
it was so stifling,
couldn’t breathe.
Negativity can suck one into
its slimy, vicious grasp,
no enlightenment within,
to exist then – what a task.
Turned about face to the sun,
arms thrown open,
embrace that amazing warmth,
while I could find saddening points to exist upon,
I’ve decided instead to be
bright, bright, bright,
radiance fills my lark-song.
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Sometimes, occasionally, I feel like I’m coming back to life. When the outer layers peel down and around me, revealing the scintillating softness inside. So curious am I to view and feel and touch this part of my identity, where I am completely vulnerable and wholesome and completely, utterly me. This nature of myself is obvious to all, yet still some are oblivious, they are unused to this type of enthrall in which I project a certain quietness, an ethereal truth that whispers and ebbs and flows amongst the undergrowth - these moments are special, they herald timely news. The tactile response of hand upon softness upon treasured flesh upon raw skin, surrounded by that delicate fog, sensations of seeking something internally, I’m curious, what does this softness of myself really mean? Am I gentle? Does my kindness live nestled in the undergrowth, behind those protective outer layers? Should I keep revealing this side, this part of me, so vulnerable I am to others? It’s as though I’m a lost babe in the woods, bare and so innocent, I smile, grin with a single infant tooth, I am away from home, yet I am right here, there is nothing to worry for, be concerned about, to fear, because my softness is finally here, and of my strength, such internal, unseen strength, I am quietly aware. Beneath the layers, I’ve finally found myself and I am so proud to be here. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Marjon Besteman-Horn from Pixabay
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A lady of goodness smiles upon me, wishing me so well, the nature of her desire for me to flourish causes warmth to flush my body, to flow through my being, will I succeed? Only time will be able to tell. It is as though I have been granted a reprieve, a chance to make of this time something more, my chance to rise, to change myself, something I must treasure, I must take hold of, and allow my growth to be fostered by my heart, my heart, my heart, this is something I know in myself, a journey I understand well. And no matter if the tides will turn, if I lose control temporarily, I shan’t allow myself to skip, to miss a beat, because health will be nurtured and my safety restored, all placed at ease, any stressors, any sufferings, I will work through my condition, with the help of others, the ones who care for and love me. Sometimes we need to reach out a hand, sometimes we’ll need to grasp onto help, but when it comes to the time when we can do it ourselves, me, myself, alone, this is when the lady will return, smiling and cheering me on. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Лариса Мозговая from Pixabay
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