Artwork by Lin Onus and Mandjad Productions “Michael and I are just slipping down to the pub for a minute” 2000
(c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
water, our life force, as important as the air we breathe, value this we must, nurture it, cherish it, we do, shall, see?
water, an elemental force, her importance, we heed, countering roaring fires, hydrogen and oxygen calm, in part, but citizens harrowed and tired, fled and flee,
forget these moments? never,
we shall not, smoke lingering on the breeze.
we as a nation banded together, and of elements, fire, earth, wind, water, we encountered and employed them, to ignore the strength of these, alone or together, we’d be ignorant, and repeated recollection – nightmarish, awakening, split seams.
then the stagnant life where we were hidden away socialisation limited for our needs, closed work spaces, many months of solitude, from society, away, away!
now, no major flames or tempests fanning another destructive force, no fire-forced movement – “Hades”, pentacle, downward swipe, instead again, lives lost, pictures, memories, animals, remembrances of families, destructed homes, now lakes and rivers overflow… when shall we be saved, when will we know?
but there’s fluidity and a resilience within us all natural disasters will not keep us down we, Australians, are strong and homegrown brave and true, working together we save each other we rise up with others
for bold is our connection with Mother Earth we respect her, we revere her, we are in awe of her its power, her mighty force for the power she provides and the strength and cruelty with which she can decimate, be present, or run and hide.
The brothers come closer they materialise into view expecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’ but she will not fall like a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled, not even by a dark witch doctor with many alibis to tell.
he holds the keys, swings with her melodies, he rhymes and rhymes, in unison in style,
like youngest and child they sing to the heavens, mother mary they smile at her, the archangels they call to them.
these two are kindred in some type of way, spirits never lost yet reunited by purpose, shall we say? but the truth of the matter is they both have their own loves they only sing together like gentle sparrow and dove.
who is the M who is L? who is the character that is perceived as well? is it the minority, is it the victim mentality, or is it completely another character, the malicious son of an entity?
We shall continue this broadcast of enmity shortly, let us recommence dictating World War Three.
Nacht.
Copyright 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All right reserved.
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,
I dance with momentous energy flying through the silver screen calling to thee and welcoming, see the seer within me drives to flee
and wanton moments desirous times fly and wind designing mine and I realise the calling the calling of the designated stalling is in the horses radiance the unicorns fallings
she understands knows the truth is at hand unravelling the dictations of the universe control shift COMMAND
nurturing the wonder within though feeling the danger in the abdomen the fleshy goodness the soft decision the wondering the knowing what’s right for myself or them I don’t know how to express these thoughts without knowing knowing that there was an urge but its peeled away now as though designed by trial
and signing away my signature my life with my raven pen shall I defend my honour or allow it to expend?
they are yet to exist though they’re on this plane ethereal beings awaiting to be named I sing to their honour I know they will shine their existence is not a myth – I will prove this without any trysts and yet… the magic is deep within me these beings they shine bright.
shall I name them as Beauty and Delight or Inspiration and Creativity? do not slay them my heart, you’ll kill me if they are to go I must exit stage left, this I do attest.
The matter of the hemisphere within my mind why, I carry this orb, I ride with it, trident, merman, styled in lusty arms? his arms embrace, his form envelopes my heart doth so race, rabid be the entity that carries me away with haste.
as I speak, I wonder, what is there to gather from this world we inhabit? what is there to take away from it? to cherish, to treasure from it? so much to glean so many concepts felt, seen and thriving is this feeling I have within me for I have grown wiser from my experiences played puppet and now I dance the strings with ease it’s electrifying to know that I can direct my movements rest assured, Life is calling, finally, and I am welcomed by it.
there is no chance that I’ll allow it to pass me by again or wreak havoc on my heart and mind allow others to observe, perhaps gain, it’s not their fault any more than it is mine, human nature can be cruel, and unkind.
selfish gains were proceeds and my life seemed unworthy moments taken from me but I gave and I gave like rolling pebbles I threw moments away and now I reign and roar – this World I explore.
so many experiences, so many instances so many to love to appreciate to share knowledge with creativity to become more learned shared growth and brightness personified fills my irises pupils engorged selfish eyes I will take. my. fill and my heart screams with passion, so shrill.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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