Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: poetry

  • spoken word: united as one – 05/01/22

    united as one recording

    my mind,
    my heart my body my soul
    three unite know my all

    to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea
    there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me
    temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time
    smile widely in the circumstances
    baby girl you’ll always remain mine

    there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain,
    the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.

    Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones
    the effigy is part of this circumstance
    fight through medication together
    not alone.

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  • dream

    perfection
    bliss
    amazingly saved
    unreasonable
    disarming
    corrections to a name
    the entwining of notions the screenplay the utter commotions
    we love to inflict the drama and bend a chink in your armour
    the truth is that we come with spells
    we come with magic we come with flighty yells
    the anonymity of the moment is shafted away because now, inclined toward the moon is where
    we
    shall
    stay.

    wander not in the desert, sweet hearts, understand that there are two to come undone,
    we reunite beneath the wanton burning sun,
    there’s nothing to see, nothing to do,
    nothing to rob, but broken hearts in heavy arms.

  • darling love me do – 01/01/22

    darling love me do – 01/01/22

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    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,

    you are the One. No other man would stay with me these tense terse hours, emergency department, demands shot, barked, fired. You know, you understand me, you are my hidden key, I have realised ever so slowly. That you’re the one for me. Forever be with me.
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  • eye of light

    eye of light

    the eye of light, it sees

    it delivers, it brings forth the time of carriages and wandering nomads
    and princesses and nightshades
    it speaks of wonder and prisms and eyes
    I, I, I’s, that glare at me,
    glint at me,
    surreptitiously, but… not really.

    I sit and wonder with him by my side, the one true support that we have to ride,
    and see the timing here is bliss because i know this,
    he is there for me, unlike those whom wish to subsist upon my energies,
    crush me with metaphoric ease, rise above their blatant cries,
    I shan’t commence no shudders,
    I will rise and rise and rise until sunset hits the source of power.

    I’m going to be seen soon, apparently, he claims, he tries to warn me to put the laptop away,
    for they will ask, ask away what is it you dictate today from the words of gods, well here there feels no god for me at this present moment, this disgusting method I breathe, I feel angst, anxiety, vile suffocation I feel immense chest paining…


    Mane.

    – Unicorns dance in great celebration.

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  • Poem stream: premonition – 31/12/21

    Poem stream: premonition – 31/12/21

    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

    the crystals reflecting your flash is as smooth

    as the cerulean blue in my heart for you
    but darling see this moment,
    this tirade this flight this path and know that I am the one for you
    I am the one who calls with truth
    I am the one being stalked sold for you
    because, because the world
    is not right without our charms
    refresh the page,
    anew.
    (31/12/21)
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  • Stream: Wiccan cries: Open letter – 30/12/21

    Stream: Wiccan cries: Open letter – 30/12/21

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    sleep deprived I layer myself with ease
    carrying the threads of foxy foxy actions
    I smile and try to relax their knees
    they become weak.
    I do not know the true cause
    the truest heartbreak anthem
    which rides upon your throat
    but this is to the ones closest
    dear leaves, leaves from the scene
    exit stage left.

    slowly, slowly, deludedly, she unravels the past,
    deciphering not much at first, but then, at half mast,
    between the sleep, it all makes sense.
    she is enabled, she is untoward,
    she is unpopular but she is loved
    and that’s all that matters.

    the special ones will come, trust me on that.
    there are just different stages to be sent,
    to be scene, to be signed off, my darling,
    read my lips, I’m over the rorting, the commotions,
    the derelict ascensions,
    take down the falsehoods and live live live<
    roar, the cycles cry, the world of darkness flies
    she petters them away like undesired times,
    because, in her mind,

    she’d wiped them away, with regal style
    her heart wanders into her starry eyes,
    she’s all the way up toward the moon,
    the moon, is this all we can and will speak of,
    the wiccan cries, her witch-familiar sits upon his hind legs and smiles.
    smiles. She will stay within, stay home, just for a little while.

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  • Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    I smile to myself for I see true potential in all
    the kings and the queens the flowers and the bees
    the people who epitomise the opening of hearts
    I can now see
    I connect with others in differing ways
    but each encounter each word smile breath
    does amaze
    I feel the human spirit sing
    I am not afraid to live on the edge
    tread the thread
    live laugh learn
    and finding out my personal truths

    I need to do what is meant to be
    what has already been seen
    in the tapestry of God
    up in His arms he smiles benevolently upon
    the woven garb he wears and eyes lower toward me
    proudly with an attitude so knowingly
    He loves me just as he loves the rest of the world
    and enables me to heal my wings with others’ love and time
    and now I can gently rise
    increment by feather-step and tip
    I breathe the atmosphere in
    wondrous setting no more stagnant stolen feeling
    I am not confused I am just healing
    loving and being
    this world I am embracing.

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  • Poem: delirium -22/12/21

  • Poem: this i do attest – 21/12/21

    Poem: this i do attest – 21/12/21

    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.

    I am tumultuous I am the fervent style that whiles away
    in your den
    scribbling away with pen and pad
    while he looks down his nose,
    smile, condescend,
    you did not make me,
    you broke me and now I prove to thee
    that I am repaired beyond any other misgiving
    my honour you need never dare defend.
    (21/12/21)
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  • poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    I don’t wonder about the beauty of the moonlight
    I never question the luminosity of the stars
    what they mean when they’re together
    burning up in arms
    I don’t want to see them fall shoot across the sky
    because they’re already perfection in stationary
    twinkling searing being
    diamonds slicing the serenity of my eyes as I gaze  
    into the epiphanies of my solar tides
    I can be without existing so it seems
    in this world, creation of myself
    affirmations I use as treatment
    my words treasure
    the ephemeral nights lit by haunting future days
    I sing for my sanity
    I rise for my delirium
    I call to the moon for his approval
    but he speaks not
    simply shines fortuitously
    with serenity
    a kind of all-knowing telling me that
    everything is going to be as I desire
    as I hope for
    this coming hour I will feel the tides
    the shifting within the voids of the night
    and dance within the intents –
    my soul utters  
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