I over the melodramatics
The bullshit sycophantic
the apparent rambling lunatics
whom do not know how to please themselves without ease
their problems can be ours
But I’m sick of being helpful divine whose put down
I will launch a grenade and set myself alight
I will smile as I dance with the powder bees
waxing with the moon and his counterpart Saturn with his stars
up in arms we will feel as we counteract their charms
for they have none they are not desired to be
I will annihilate the circumstances if I really want to leave
The power in their cracked skulls as I want to want to be
sweet immolation directing the bees
spread her thighs that desirous queen bee
and watch her misogynistic demise in her nightmarish dreams.
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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: 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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Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21
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.
I wish I had learned earlier how to be a participant
and take my taste,
that its not about receiving but giving also,
to others we must respect and kneel
and equality will soon reign when I realise
what is now staring me in the face:
Love, Life, Personal Astronomy,
travel the stars moon sun planets of my heart and my soul
ever so freely…
(11/12/21)
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Poem: divine gratitude – 07/12/21
my feet are firmly planted
and I’m no longer here yearning, asking
why, why not have I?
while others seem so preciously pleased
and at ease
and, amazing now, I am one of these.
these people, one of many I am
I search my pockets for a clue
a hand-jotted note
a materialistic reminder that I
am here
and I don’t need to wonder
wandering around lost and confused
wailing, trailing the heels of others
for a reverent decision
a ringing precious sound
no, the energy force,
wonderment source
is here and now,
it’s here in my present,
and, I know, I know that this
peaceful surety is something to treasure
because it’s come at a great cost —
the loss of my past armour,
for I do not need it,
nowadays, I am far, far stronger.
Bring on Life, Love, bedazzled with
our amazingly heartfelt stars.
(06/12/21)
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Spoken Word Poetry Collaboration: Implore – by Navin Manik and Lauren M. Hancock – 29/11/21
Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to work with my dear friend, Navin Manik, of Navin’s Poetry to write and record together a piece together. Please visit his site for his amazing spoken word and poetry. There you will find soulful, striking, deep words from his very soul recorded, performed and shared.
We sincerely hope you enjoy our poetry project, Implore.Implore
The breaths I take
The steps I sway
When I dance on my feet
My ground is changeThe heights I stare
The case is space
The light has shades
The dark isn’t just painI see the sane
When I saw the chain
I tear the deep
When I drop the wavesThe colours I blend
The Universe I paint
The eyes then glare
The divine through penI expand upon
an inner sense
of personal justice
social soul well meantI know I know
the ability for
personal growthis well rooted deep within,
for every passing second
my efforts are tirelessly sown,my chest expands
my heart, it flows
rich with breath, mighty effort
stallion-like strength –
continuous insistence,
and sound temperament.our steps in time
pirouetting groundwork
yours and mineour knowledge together
brought closely in life
we stare down the precipice
and soar, divine,unknowingly yet aware
we become entwined
intent and more
this World we explorefor reaching our Universe’s heights
sights and sounds
enriching our abilities
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Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21
I remember when life was tepid, unenthusiastic,
carried little warmth,
I remember being feeling disconnected
from the world in and of itself,
that I was a victim of many circumstances,
not one,
that others were targeting me,
I was unlucky or such or some,
I remember feeling different,
that I was never accepted that much,
never right,
never really enough.
But today, I realise it’s taken a turnaround,
life experiences, changes of thoughts and memories,
interpretations of many instances,
I’m not hung, nor swinging in the trees,
feeling distress or like I am lacking
in certain privileges or others,
in fact, I’ve been blessed with much in this life,
now that I can see, now that I’ve acknowledged,
now that I’ve bothered.
No longer feeling a victim of my thoughts,
depression and sadness do not loom,
they do not encompass my bedroom, my breath,
do not taint as though a noxious gloom,
in fact, I am grateful for so many things,
friends, life, family, happiness, small things that others won’t,
can neither personally feel nor see,
for I am flying, free as a bird,
in my emotions I am soaring high with my wings.
The enormity of the understanding that I needed to
change my thought patterns,
that I just had to alter my wingspan to catch the wind
of others’ perspectives, learnings to carry upon myself,
to be absorbed by my ears, dutifully heard,
and carried through to my heart,
feel the beat-beating like a drum,
reminding me I am alive,
I have survived so much and now,
I am here for the joyous ride.
Tepid no longer is life to me,
I am grateful, so gracious in accepting what is
presented to me,
I shall make the most of every opportunity,
and learn from the mistakes I make,
alter belief patterns if need be,
and continue on being the change,
that my life
needed to inhale, exhale, with deep relaxation,
I heavily sigh,
freedom of choice,
of living is awaiting me,
wide wingspan so beautiful I want to weep,
not a single eye shall remain dry,
my spirit, finally it is free.
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Poem: Healing as One – 26/09/21
Speaking my truths,
remaining adamant, though no longer nail and tooth,
calm and personable,
gone are those moods, deplorable,
able to deal with behaviours that are not necessarily toward,
becoming more knowing each moment,
calamities? No more, no more.
I don’t deal with belligerence,
I operate with positivity and light,
ill feelings once needing combating,
these are not my plight,
I have cast aside the worries,
won’t take on any if not for good,
soaring with triumph and knowledge,
I know how to be,
what to do.
It’s as though pieces have fallen right there,
into place,
the Universe doesn’t need to call me with haste,
for I am here and now,
in this very moment,
becoming,
I’ve become,
I don’t need to fight to be heard,
and I know I won’t again come undone.
Stability within me,
courses through fingers, veins, thumbs.
Existing, breathing in and exhaling slowly,
I am finally as one.
It’s like I have reached a personal understanding,
I’ve turned that private key,
unlocked my fierce momentum and made it ease,
found a quieter place deep inside of me.
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Poem: For the Rain – 08/09/21
I pray for our future,
I pray for the rain,
the scent upon our once-dry shoulders
smouldering us,
yet from angry cloud formations
we edge away in vain,
but because we are prone,
prone to the stares of youth,
we smile, and we grin to ourselves
for we know the whole truth.
The motley group stands and witnesses
as we dance ourselves silly
in the pelting rain
and howling breeze,
no longer encumbered by past holdings of
circumstance and desire to cower,
wind whistles between gapped thighs and knees,
this is our rain dance,
feel the shower.
Our power lies within our ability
to receive,
from God’s land we will cherish
what has been given to us,
indeed
we will accumulate the raindrops,
water stores
they drench us,
replenish us,
we grin and cackle together,
so much joy,
so much, galore,
so much more in store.
The youth stand and stare;
they do not understand,
how we, as old souls are apparently
going mad,
but we are embracing all that is
being given to us,
Nature in her surety is paddling her wings
among the skyward lake for us,
you see.
So, darlings, my youthful obstructions,
you wonderful beings who cannot understand
our appreciative actions,
wonder not at our ability to shine,
amid the turbulent wind pattern and rain,
but rather watch us embrace all that Mother Nature is willing to give,
she provides to us,
she cleanses us,
cleanses me,
we are amazed.
This feeling is one in which
I love to revel in,
we shall continue appreciating for many
forthcoming days.
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Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21
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 priceless act of self-knowledge.
Enrichment of beat, melody, beat, flow,
watch all breathe together,
exist, inhale, delving powerful unknowns,
fluidity of momentum,
yet treble and bass must war as one,
disharmonious then tacit agreement
portentous enlightenment ne’er come undone.
Now, follow the music for
your own vivid truths,
enriched understanding,
crimson red, deep blue infused,
dance to the flow and rhythm of
your own unique path,
you’ll arrive,
you’ve arrived,
finally, at long last.
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