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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Poem: whole again – 07/01/21
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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.Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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darling love me do – 01/01/22
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com 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
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
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 COMMANDthe 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
Photo by Olya Kobruseva on Pexels.com 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.Copyright 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Poem: deviation – 29/12/21
the times are confusing my dear
I stare him down in the face
commonplace, commonplace? Perplexed, no, this world can be full of hate.
there are jerusalems and narnias and picturesque scenes and wild wild cars
the darkness darkness speaks to us
while the light within calls to her
she speaks in riddles and rhymes
envelopes the times
the signs the whines the styles keep trickling into their den
but the foxes they won’t make amends
and the wolves they call to them
they chuckle to themselves, those gods,
those cryptologists whom seek:
while we are up in arms.
we clear the courses,
delicately, and with charms.
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Poem: ancient ties – 28/12/21
we construct words like a pyre of immense ire waltzing around names like sand does with the hours
Horus didn’t foretell but he surely proclaimed a name
without mentioning syllables
syllables proclaim this tongue untamed!
I speak in riddling rhyme like a phoenix a sphinx who is up in arms
the gatekeeper need not whisper a sound
for I, I am the cat with nine plus lives and I will never, never, die by a hand so brutish and untamed
I’ll remain at large.
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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: 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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