Angelic breeze tickles my nose the serenity and beauty of what I know Nothing is more perfect than the moment of now Embracing this fact Intuitively is how
Wandering in the scope of the breathless view amazing is the habit, admiringly renewed understanding the intent, why, Beauty, there’s a sum, a knowing, sheer growing, correcting a heart which had grown numb.
Florid complexion, blushed cheeks above a smile, a knowing and wanting, a potential for more than a while, a wonderful aching and warmth deep within, gravitating moments, careful, step, step, don’t fall into the false world you’re presented with.
Fluidity, potpourri, scented, a flurry, Reaching, a nearing, subtle, no need for fearing, a universal tying of intent we know as Hope, gravelly words, precisely uttered, it is then that I will know.
I can’t be bright, I can’t be calm, I want to write darkness into their arms, the lovers’ capacity are shadowed in depth, their fates, true strengths will be met. In the witching hour their magic’s so bright, Moon sprays light into their night and the raven caws deep rumble, sharp, hard, one would never know if the moon threw or broke the bewitching stars.
The lovers entwine in depths of night now, needing solace in their minds filled with sadness and sorrow, are they caressing the wrong one, tales wrought, takes to be undone, and powerful are whispers under breath, grails to be found or hopefully won.
(c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
Conspiring melodies, tongue-in-cheek parodies, beginning to recall memories, shove them down, place myself at ease.
Jilted rhythms, a sonata heaves and breathes, escaping the melancholy, Dear, there seems no end to these.
I waltz through artwork, it is my time, my time to spit forth images, not rhymes, that was a dragging tune that brought itself to harken my ears, enough to resolutely accept, enough of the feigned prowess, remember, always remembering, who you were before that pink dress.
(c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved. Image from Pixabay.
Healing has a language, I whisper softly, airily it knows, of the simplicity and the duality of wondrous beauty, poetry and prose, the writers and the poets swing each way in kind, whimsical deciduous trees sway our way, whispering in turn, and slightly, just slightly out of time.
My dearest heart I am falling apart I turn and burn, my soul is engulfed by the wandering cruel actions, my soul, it speaks, it shrieks, my spirit rises forth
away from the gloom I fall apart floating, into pieces, ashes fly high and away, my darling heart watch me as I fall apart, my soul is destroyed.
I wanted this but I am not of sound mind, the intricacies which arise when one splits pieces which are meant to remain whole, alive, spectacular though this is, like a fireworks display I watch my chakras break into shattered wheels of light brightening the sights for someone else who wishes to view a colourful plight.
Shall I dance away the pain, dear lover? Forgetting that my happiness, my heart and its feelings do not bother, how far shall I go to be truly loved? Not by another but by myself, to stop this nonsense cremation I first need to extract my inner poison.
But it is long gone, I’ve sucked it clean from my veins, watch me, watch me work at this prospect, lest we find the pathway leads to a garden’s winding path, I explore it in vain.
This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .
Title: I See You by Lauren M. Hancock
I saw You and understood your spirit before I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’ in fact, I’d never even perceived your name with a condition, it honestly didn’t occur to me.
But in a moment’s frustration, you suddenly announced it, the link, revelation upon the table, your interwoven thread, your diagnosis, to share with me, perhaps you felt quite comfortable.
Admittedly, prior, I knew only a little about you, but bouncing conversation enabled trust, and this condition is an important part of you, inside you carry it, and outwardly with fierce pride, your thoughts, your soul are dedicated to speaking up for those especially who may suffer with it inside…
I viewed your extra dimensions, certain colours and shade flashes, a unique being outside and within,
talented, multifaceted, a perfect blue quartz aura heralding messages, as though a radiant gem, glistening by the ocean, settled beside fanned leaves enriched with plump morning dew, so pristine and alive, what a wondrous scene to view.
And here you use the synergies of the Universe to make uniquely inspired art, calling to higher beings and a sweet angel from afar, blessings bequeathed, expanded upon, creativity truly glows from within your soul, knowing who and why you are, and why your talents must shine to all, surreal, bright, spectacular, enthral me, inspirations known, a bright shining star.
My friend, I do not see any need to mourn the label, in fact, let us rejoice in the true magnificence of You – keep creating, keep shining, your path is inspired, so meant to be, this we all already knew.
Continue relishing and embracing life’s abilities, express and project, from me to you, you and your talents, I do highly respect.
speaking a language, in tongues befitting a dark dagger-like crown, with a purity hidden deep within auric angelite surrounding anaemic complexions with truths damned-well-tolds, a peeking into the gloom of their dastardly hidden rooms, roam, oh how I will roam in lairs of darkness, invitations extending to no luminescent process, luminal passageways to their hearts, navigation with most careful of prowess.
I wait, I await the next move, next breath, whispered words my way. I awaken to the heat of the sun upon my chest, arching toward a grinning face, expressing his thoughts in pairs, triplets, like slices of opal they are luminescent, glorified, surrounded by greys, rather like the view of some of my recent past lives; rainbow flashes, encased by moody, dark dismay.
I look within and ask myself, do I possess a devilish factor that screams for an entity, for one to become mine, true epiphany? Speaking from the outset, I realise I am mostly an anomaly, in terms of depth and darkness; I can persuade my shadow self to grow and escape with me. Gently, I call it forth.
The darkness rises and light recedes, a training path, a captain’s need, and wondering about the truth of the open palms, read them, read them, don’t use them to disarm, please! Only tell me my path, Teller, the path which I do seek, and the rest, well, the rest, take it away, deplete! I need no bad news, neither do I need an understanding of coming undone, I have already been there, and to take that path again, no, I shan’t further join with darkness as one.
But my ‘darkness’ is a purer sort, it comes from a good, rich place, I do not wish to harm anyone, I am powerful, I am shade, I am depth; I know which parts I need to resurrect. There is always be an ‘evil’ side to every soul, if it is cajoled out, and there is a dark side that is safe to rise forth and know, and there is the light, the light source that begs everyone to touch, see, the miraculous nature of human nature, positivity. But we, and myself cannot exist without shadow, without shade, it’s a contrast to make the light shine bright, and without the depth how could we appreciate the true soul, which is darkness and light, together, conjoined as we should know.
It’s time to explore the power within, both brightness and depth, and watch each other grow. For those whom are willing, those whom are able to seek this chance, the path sought will be interesting, soul-searching, perhaps spirit bending or destroying, but always at the end, growth, and inflation of the mind’s abilities, understanding of one’s eases and difficulties, why, these are what should matter, in the grand scheme of things. Self-exploration, a great factor indeed, dare I say an essential need?
it’s time to change, to embrace love and life, there is nothing I would erase; each moment and breath a welcome moment or an opportunity to learn to grow and accept the phase. Time and time again I found myself on the plane of existence wondering when would Life listen, with her pinpricked ears would she discern my truest desires? Or would she smile fortuitously upon the request of others while piece by piece, brick by brick my own home laid unfinished, nowhere have I to place my handbag down, expected to be lingering already at home? We don’t even have a home, none with a shared hearth, with warmth, with comfort. Essentially, my love for you is meant to be a mistake, a princess fetched from her turret, tethered as, as of late. The magpie flaps and soars, joins the eucalypt leaves in a shading spot He, you, really are a protector, but now learn your skills, hone them further, Princess can be by herself for now.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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