Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
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. [...]
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, [...]
I woke up today with this feeling improvements are coming my way. I roused today with the knowledge amid the blustering breeze gritty cares will be transported away. I am aware now that I am stronger, as I grow, irreverent words pool, tide carries them to sand and soil, away, angelic beats of beauties in expiring melted snow heralding a new era, trumpets to ears; nothing much left to say, but, I was forthcoming, I severed a tie, temporarily it must be, unless truth, future and beauty cause the past to decay, and a lifelong extension may be necessary in order for me to freely breathe.
Tempt the temptress, her former lucid life, where round and about the memories her behaviour once was rife, and haunting her, within her sheets is music sounding on repeat, that jingle jangle, emotive, replete, hanging on the edge, fumbled footsteps on a road so steep, into history these words shall keep. Taunt not the woman for being dumb- founded by the options before her, numb, was she, her vision pure, or so it seemed, far less than demure. [...]
I lived a dream so raw, impure, and now it seems my path’s demure. Remaining chaste, living only for good, giving to the common man and woman like I know I should. Smiles all around, humble lips and ears, braggart not, enlightening my path as I resurrect it, [...]
Offering who I am, affirming when I can, positivity leads me in open arms, genuine willing hands, they welcome me with hearts assured, love and circumstance, visions focussed, never blurred, shared life purposes, becoming more, a world of truth, so bright and pure. [...]
Living the best life that I have known, rich with friendships, loyalty, calm and respect within the home, ladened with kindness, listening, understanding, appreciating life for what it’s delivering. [...]
Consciousness creates change as I travel down a new path, my negative thoughts alter themselves, a turning point, a fork in the road, I do not beg to ask, consciousness is what creates our reality, I become what I think about, the most, my reflections flash as I stare into a clearing pond, eyes of goldfish bulge and bond, their gaze adjoins with mine, their forms start to bob, they rise for more, they learn to trust, a human with gentleness for them as one.[...]
Evolution, absolution, ammunition, contradiction. I'm expected to pick among shreds of dignity like a seed-starved chicken, in the hopes of finding something worthy of contrition, but this 'matter' won’t be absolved with a preposterous predilection, words like a loaded gun, emotional hostage, a 'Stockholm' situation. [...]
Sometimes life won’t be perfect no matter how much you will it, you adjust, you alter, you are adamant, yet plans, they falter, accept defeat, you must admit this. It does not matter how much we carry wishes within us, there are moments which will simply flit out of the picture, the power within, the strength which hardens us can make us shudder, [...]
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