Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
The colour of his soul is sky-blue, visceral, with tinges of mottled red. I view him from an angle of security, I know more of him than others have dared to have said or can see. For there is more beneath the surface of his scruffy-haired expressions, gentle whimsical looks, I know more of him than many could ever ascertain, I know so much more, of truth’s revelation I feel I have to refrain, to not heed nor allow another intrinsic, curious look. [...]
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, [...]
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 act of priceless self-knowledge. [...]
Visions beam, no visions blurred, enchanting be thy presence, welcome, my essence yours, entitled though the path once it might have seemed, bewilderment now as far as breath can be heaved. Pounding, irreverent, knocking at my door, ask permission? I insist you implore, wondering yet not at the soft curls upon my head, cascading down gentle curvatures, have I made my tired bed? [...]
While there may be times, occasions, where our world eases it way out of a desired page, when the messages sent our way are not the type that we would want to have saved, why, we wonder, is our pathway so twisted, so many offshoots for us to forcibly explore? I’ll tell you this, we must map this path stridently, assuredly capture it as ours. [...]
truest nature of the soul will shine unto the light, creating carriers, pathways away from darkness into the night, echoing, reverberations of goodness 'neath nestled shrouded warmth, armfuls of wonder, hearts joined in circumstance, yours, mine, forever healed, mine and yours. compassion opens sleepy eyes, careful mouthy yawns. what awaits us this present early morn? what will take us away from dawn?
The very first moment I leant in for your kiss, I’d been waiting most of the morning, watching your careful moving lips. With bliss abounding, I had spoken with abandon, so ecstatic I was to be in your presence, [...]
Sustaining the high energy of the beautiful vitality within thy soul, watch as it trickles through the gaps visible in the aura that surrounds you whole. You are wonderful just the way you are, the courteous, gentle being who sings slightly off-key, it is permissible to be less than perfect, because this is what I have to say freely: [...]
Something shiny, something bright, she collects with her clutching fingers for an internal sense of delight. Like a bower bird yet not, tall, gangly, lean, her vigilant eyes dart for specific shades which will perfect that rainbow sheen which she’s placed upon her bedspread, laid out for her eyes to sumptuously absorb their [...]
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