Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
allowing her green centre to ache and heave breaths inert and then heavier cast bronze statue of sin elaborate not on the mishaps nor the immoralities untoward but feast upon the irreverence which rusts not that bronze but iron ore.
Kookaburras sing their laughter, two fighting for acknowledgement, one with the other, and galahs smile with their cheeky beaded eyes winking, oh my! and the lorikeets feast on our figs, damn it! Mum wants to know WHY. Why is it they are so greedy, sitting on the boughs so precious, looking for something delicious for a bird so pretty, one two flew the coup, out the nest, and well, life is just beginning.
It feels so natural to speak the truth Embedded with Constance to see me through Upon the tips of my tongue A hullabaloo And an irrevocable meaning, melding Of heartfelt growling too. They’re, we’re indestructible, I know, View the airiness within me as my two delicates rose I need not have not Want for material [...]
I smile to myself for I see true potential in allthe kings and the queens the flowers and the beesthe people who epitomise the opening of heartsI can now seeI connect with others in differing waysbut each encounter each word smile breathdoes amazeI feel the human spirit singI am not afraid to live on the [...]
and I could not be any more grateful I present myself open arms tongue-tied fumbling for the right words to speak so thankful that I have been given this redemption this ability for reprieve for soul reflection for ascension I feel my spirit begin to detach and surround itself around my very corporal being enlightening my mind, freeing me from suffering there’s nothing to gain from retrieval of memories from ill historical and former focusing their blatant latent effect upon my cerebral and synapses firing in a manner so repetitively tiring my emotions couldn’t bear the calling, the calling oh, how I begged for their stalling [...]
Author's note: Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.
The territory is brave, I watch the illustrious gloom bloom in its cave, a cavern of intent, through darkness, plain to see, motives growing as we both live and breathe. What was meant for this cause? Shall I ponder deeply, for longer, as I struggle through doors, of questions, no answers, each pathway needs a potential ending which I shall never see. [...]
I feel a sense of hope, of positivity and brightness, I need not want for anything because happiness, I already have it, it's that glimmer of ostentatious gold which drips with wanton thread, grasping my eyes with its beauty, wonder to the skies to be had. [...]
Ordinarily, I’d change for the better, like I know I should. Glancing into a reflection, puddle, stigmatised mud, confounded, when shall I continue truthfully and good? I know, as I stare at myself that changes are to occur more often than not, but how hard will it be for us to move forward if certain thoughts cannot be wrought, or refashioned – remembering? I’d rather not.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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