Random old pics

Nelly...how I miss her...she was SOOOO Cute

Graduation Party...also a costume party...I was a Gypsy

First horse I trained....Lyla Tov

Valueable Lessons are these

Waiting to rise from shallow depths.
Bursting to make known again.
Knowledge of things to be.
Bring forth the inspiration.
Lacking on such am I.
My oldest friend having long escaped.
Tempered is the rising frustration.
Over such insesitivity as this.
To make known of my sarrowful loss.
Making known the tears that are shed.
I know not where she has gone.
Her departure leaving the feeling of emptiness.
What has it come to?
Writing without inspiration.
Is there not some law against such?
Take me away.
For what good am I without inspiration?
Yet all watch in utter disbelief.
As a fool I make myself.
Over my supposed loss.
Knowing she hasn't gone far.
Waiting in silence for me.
To calm and see reason.
For what is lost that cannot be found?
Broken, that cannot be fixed?
Seeing what I wanted to see.
Missing out what was right in front of me.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©
Inspiration taught me a valueable lesson.
To never take true friends for granted.

I'm Challanged

Infinite queries tell.
Lost in unending chat.
But I keep coming back.
Lost as to the reason.
Intriguingly drawn in.
What have you done to me?
I think I've lost myself.


(Revised)

Infinite queries tell.
Of unending stories.
Distributing this tale.
Inquisition found out.
Boasting intelligence.
Fight social commonness.
Although we're different.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Drifting Love

You sing me a lullaby of old.
Teach me of history past.
A history so familiar to me.
I've drifted off to this lullaby before.
Tease my mind with memories.
Of another lifetime ago.
Encircled in your warming arms.
I close my eyes and drift.
Breathing in contentment like air.
You've stopped time for me.
Every word lulling me asleep.
Being lulled into dreaming.
Fighting to stay just awhile longer.
Just to hear your loving voice.
I've fallen all over again.
Everything said in a simple lullaby.
Capturing every moment in time.
I'm lost in this drawn out tale.
A tale of love and hope.
I drift through it in all haziness.
Bringing on this dream state.
The hum reaches my ears.
Can't help but hum my own lullaby.
Such a simple thing.
Brings such happiness.
Brings such joy.
Just to hear the beat of your heart.
I've drifted in love.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Truffles and Sweet Things

Aprons and messy hands.
Bowls and pots splay the counter top.
Measuring cups and open bags.
Smiling while creating something new.

Truffles and sweet things.
A creation of the inventor.
The newness of something known of old.
Inviting those who will enjoy.

Tempting to eat just one more.
Just one will do.
Beyond such there is no contestation.
Full of absolute bliss.

Much the same as a potter.
Creating and shaping to fit.
The utmost care involved.
Just wait, it will be beautiful.

Wrappers and pretty strings.
Decorations and swirly images.
For no longer then a glance.
Till they are soon removed.

Truffles and sweet things.
A creation of this inventor.
Everything seemingly new.
When tasting such sweetness.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

What speaks you?

Topics and running on sentences.
Thoughts carried away by passing trains.
Seem to have lost this far off trance.
Where oh where did my—

The new journey seems to strike.
The road being the biggest hit.
The concept of line on line.
You've lost me once again.

Being worn like thinning paper.
My patience constantly taxed.
The race I lost before I began.
Just here to make new—

The flaring of tempers rise.
Like eggs gone bad.
That old flame being snuffed out.
Get along, they seem to ask why.

Like glue you seem stuck.
Digging at that endless hole you dug.
You forgot the bed you lie in.
A hand to help reaches—

Temptation being a number one killer.
A society debt we seem to pay.
Out we throw the new.
The past a graveyard for regrets.

Likened are we to some.
Like those who steal candy from babies.
Assure you I, they are but lies.
You cannot say things nice—

Remind me can you.
Why do you speak and I listen?
You're not one made of sugar.
Sweet talk is not yours.

Once said and only.
Sight of you no longer lost.
Better love is it.
Then love to never know.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

This Utopia

Centuries of an ancient future.
The old being made a newness.
Lives intertwined with falsehood.
Creating a corrupted Utopia.
Souls being captured through each war.
Mindless bodies await their time.
Evilness has made its way here.
All roads now lead to this new world.
Destroying hope of its people.
There rises a voice among its people.
Weaving through the people like a soft wind.
Their doubts of any salvation diminished.
Dust kicks up on each road.
Corrupted bodies infused with captives.
Find their way to each town.
Demands are placed on this people.
Giving in to this mindless system.
Freedom is now long forgotten.
Shivering and moans heard from this people.
Children’s cries are no longer heard.
This is our Utopia.
Roads filled with passing machines.
Being brought back to the old way.
A past intertwined with the future.
Everything seemingly out of place.
A voice rises yet again among its people.
Anger flickers through them all.
Quickly snuffed out by rising fear.
Rumors of wars reach their ears.
Children no longer a children.
Taken too young from homes.
They are beaten, starved, strained by demands.
They are but this Utopias harvest.
Mindless bodies ready to take hold.
Overrun and lost sight of life.
This corrupted future showing nothing but fear and horror.
What has become of hope?
--hope of a coming savior?
The voice has lost its softness.
Fear has lost its edge.
To fix a broken future now bleak.
Standing up for innocent lives.
Shouting and righteous anger flares.
A scene arises, not to be forgot.
Till there is but silence.
The voice so easily diminished.
One would think all would be lost.
The words are soon remembered.
This voice will not have died in vain.
This people will fight against evil.
With strength now renewed.
Hope being given by one.
Life was given to all.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Moving on My Friend

A glance then a look.
It soon turns into a smile.
Hiding behind pretenses.
Too shy to take the first step.

Unexpected circumstances trip us.
Colliding in all embarrassment.
A soft spoken murmur is caught.
Caught on straining ears.

Seemingly perfect from the start.
Everything clicked together.
Happily in our own world.
A friendship was formed.

Now forgotten of previous embarrassments.
Conversations seemingly endless.
Nothing could part.
So I thought.

Little by little I realized.
Thoughts slowly forming inside.
Doubt quickly flooding in.
You were my friend.

I was happy.
I was free to be me.
I loved you for who you were.
I couldn’t believe.

It was true I came to find.
I was no more then a tool.
An object to be used.
To further gain your aspirations.

Tears streaming down my face.
I struggled with hurt.
Disbelief over such cruelty.
How could I be used?

Broken from within me.
Breaking me of my trust.
How was I ever to trust another?
After being used as such.

I am worn.
I am weary.
I will be strong.
I will move on.

Though times moves on.
I found my despair seep away.
Light found its way back in.
Along with a true friend.

I have found trust is not so hard.
Finding laughter so much easier.
I have found joy once more.
With it came love.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Attack of the chicken

So here I am, writing a blog from my iPod and let me tell you it is no easy task.
I had meant to write a blog yesterday, but in the progression of my ongoing day,
I decided that a nap sounded like a much better plan instead.
I was talking with some friends of mine the other night and the topic of chickens was brought up.
Now let me tell you, I have been living in the country since I was 5 years old and we have had chickens
just about as long, which wouldake it around 16 years now.
A person might ask, "You must really like chickens,huh?".
My simple answer to them would be, "Are you out your mind??? Chickens are the most vile, nasty, disgusting, distubing,
gross, filthy creatures on earth... With the exception pigs...and mice...but still atrocious animals none the less."
So there you have it, my distaste for chickens. I mean sure, I like to eat chicken, can't stand cooking with it only because
it means I have to touch the nasty filthiness of raw chicken.
Really, hasn't it ever made you wonder why you can so easily get ecoli from raw chicken?
After having raised, cleaned up after and butchering these vile things, it makes a whole lot of sense.
I am not writing this to sway your thinking to my side of the fence here, no, I am just merely trying make a point...
And hopefully in the process of making that point you might see it like I do.
Have you ever heard that a chicken can run around headless for around 5 minutes? If that isn't sign enough that chickens
are creatures from a different catagory, I don't know what is. Perhaps the catagory chickens should be in is, "Freak of nature."
If with my disgust of chickens, I still have quite a few funny stories from them.
When my brothers and I were 6,7 and 8, there was this one rooster who after being let out in the morning, would wait very patiently
at out front door till one of us kids would come outside. Upon coming outside... My mother would hear the horror filled shrills of us kids from outside and come rushing to the door to find us screaming and running around the yard with the rooster flapping his wings behind us.
It wasn't long after this occurance kept going on that one day, all three of rejoiced when we had Mr. Rooster for dinner.
Another story was much more recent. For the sake of not naming names or giving out too much information I will shorten the story.
It was early in the spring, morning had dawned, we had all welcomed in this morning with some yawns and coffee, with the exception of our guest, who was sleeping in our guest room. It was on this beautiful morning that two people plotted the revenge on one our young and mean roosters. (I was not one of these two. Just so ya know). As I meandered in our thus quiet filled house, that I soon heard gunshots near the back of our house. Alarmed I raced over to the four season room door only to find one of the plotters standing on the deck while the other plotter was chasing this rooster around the yard. (is it me or does these two stories sound completely opposite??)
So as I watching these antics of the plotters, I soon hear the door to the guest room open and our guest come out blurry eyed.
The confusion on his face was enough to make any person chuckle, then he asked "What the heck is going on?"
As I replied, "The "plotters" are taking revenge on the rooster."
He was now in the four season room when he saw one the plotters ce running around the side of the house chasing the rooster. It was then that our guest burst out into the most hysterical laughing at the sight of the antics.
I must say, looking back on the events of that morning, I do believe the situation could have been handled a little better.
I hope you have been entertained and remember, chickens are vile creatures.
I hope you have a great day, and pray chickens never rule the world.

Adhering Adolescence

It is in often belief.
That we as a whole.
Are only known for a few things.
Outrageous, if were to be asked.

A flip of the hair.
A sigh to be heard.
A roll of the eyes.
Signs of a common bred teen.

Treading lightly.
As if on egg shells daily.
Bought with expensive gifts.
Constantly plugged into iPods

Pizza, soda and parties.
Coming home too late.
Wringing hands in worry.
As parents stay up all night.

Television and messy rooms.
Grief over taking out the garbage.
As if pulling teeth.
What can be done?

We are a select few.
Rising above the rest.
To give a helping hand.
Where it is needed.

We are a few.
Not common enough in society.
Rare to come by.
A gift to be sure.

A soft spoken word.
A listening ear.
We are here to please.
We are a rare raised teen.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Better place of dreams

Luminescence trickles through curtains.
Contently bathing in warmth.
Satisfied to laze the entire day away.
Curled up in a corner like a cat.

Finding its reliable source.
I am compelled to move.
Outer doors I find myself.
Basked in utmost contentment.

Finding my way to the hallowed meadow.
Far from bustling people.
Further still from chaotic lives.
I find the fountain of peace.

No sound but that of nature.
True, heavenly, Yah given nature.
Just me and them.
Lost in sing song birds and crickets.

Sprawled out in waist high grass.
Not to be broken of my reverie.
Watching as clouds float on by.
Drifting off to the lull of the soft wind.

Dreaming of nothing better.
Instead I find no happier place.
Nothing can compare.
Bringing me back to the present.

I climb lazily to my feet.
Make my way back inside.
Find my original place.
Waiting to fall asleep.

Luminescence slowly crawls to me.
Lounging comfortably on my lap.
Lulling me back to sleep
To dream of a better place.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Around the corner (older poem)

Spring, how the flowers come into full bloom.
Giving way to all life’s gloom.
Oh how the night sky is vacant of its moon.
Knowing it’ll be around the corner soon.

Summer, how that one word can make you so warm.
Even after a really bad storm.
Leaving the night sky with a beautiful crescent moon.
Knowing the next phase is around the corner soon.

Fall, Oh how I love the colors of the trees.
I don’t know a person that would not agree.
The evening is left with a half smiling moon.
We all know it will be full soon.

Winter, oh how the cold creeps into your bones.
When the world seems desolate and alone.
Leaving in the sky a very large, luminescent full moon.
I know the sky is to be without it soon.

Of course don’t forget the best season of all.
Where there is no snow, heat or rainfall.
When the sky is lit up with a bright orange moon.
Knowing in your heart it won’t be leaving soon.



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Attic Picnics

Dust off these old memories.
They float around like fireflies in August.
Take me back to picnics and stashed candy.
Hidden behind boxed mountains in your attic.

Brought back to a single moment.
To live in the past with you again.
I would give a day to have a chance.
A chance for happiness and laughter once more.

A million thoughts and I.
I dream of Paris and Rome.
Post cards and letters, I waited.
To hear from my old friend.

Distance tore us apart from within.
I was to stay.
Watching you walk away.
Every day I awaited your return.

I find ways to keep you near.
Kept a picture of us in that dusty old attic.
Spying on the world below.
Whispered secrets eavesdropped on by crickets.

Years go by till I forgot the joy.
Till I forgot innocence.
One step ahead.
Brought me that much further from you.

Voices whisper of a certain return.
Couldn’t help overhear.
Heart stopped in its tracks.
Till you were standing in front of me.

Memories flood to my eyes.
Tears stream down my face.
Happiness creeps back in.
Welcome back my old friend.



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Pears, Oh my

Pears, pears and more pears. I don’t know if I have ever seen such an abundance of pears in my entire life, I kid you not. My family and I had the blessing of harvesting a neighbor of ours pears off their property. There was a total of 4 trees and all of them were loaded to the brim with pears.
My father decided it was best to go ahead and harvest them all at one time, which made sense because we were headed out of town and they would have gone bad by the time we returned. In two hours, my brother, my father and I all picked pears. By the time that we had finished picking them all it had only taken us around 2 hours. When we realized that each bag weighed roughly around 50lbs each. We found that we now had about 1300lbs of pears. Crazy—No? I rather think it was an obscene amount of pears to be processed.
Then came the lovely task of processing 1300lbs of pears. Sure, I dreaded having to process that many pears, still do, but on the bright side of life, I would cheer myself up with thinking each day how much less work was for the next day. Did this always work? I would love to tell you I am always the optimist in life, which I usually am, but I am afraid to inform you all, I have found that pears make me a pessimist. I know, gasp, shake your head in horror, throw a fit, however you react to this news. All I can say to ease your response is, “I will be better soon.” Hopefully in the event of brighter days ahead that come with the recess of every pear, I will return to my usual self.
Wherever, whenever, however you come to find yourself in life thinking, “I wish I had some pear sauce.” or perhaps, “Pear halves sound wonderful right now.” All you have to do is call us up and we will send you as many as you want, just call 1-800-EAT-PEAR. I promise you or your money back guaranteed, that the costumer service will be as optimistic as me.
I find it safe to say that when life gets you down, eat a pear. It may not make you feel better, but at least you’ll have saved the world from one more pear invasion. So when you go to the store, you see a pear sale, buy some and think of me. Think of how you have made me so happy that I cannot even express it in words.
I pray you all have a wonderful week, find happiness, find love, find pears. In finding happiness I pray you find love and in finding love I pray you find it in you to rid the world of pears.

The attributes of love

I never was one gifted with being patient.

Will power over mind kept me kind.

Love always seemed to keep out the envy.

You tend to find it easy to boast.

All stubbornness so easily turned into pride.

The constant battle against being rude.

Days turn into years of self-seeking.

Of the uninterrupted schemes and anger.

My troubles remind me of all my wrongs.

Life is a reminder to let go and rejoice in truth.

Forever is a simple task when there’s someone to protect.

In time I will find it easier to learn to trust.

My sorrows fade with tears and turns into hope.

Hearts are renewed each day that he preserves.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Oh dear, there goes time

There it is again.
The ringing inside my head.
Feeling as if the world has stopped.
Like a top run out of time.

Off In a distant nowhere.
I hear the calling of few.
Their voices as faint as rain.
Comforting yet eerie.

Time is no where in sight.
Lost in a far off trance.
Gone to a distant place.
No longer kept encased.

Finding our escape.
Drifting away to somewhere.
Losing track of time and space.
Clocks are not of this future.

I kept your picture.
Stored away safely.
Deep down in a pocket.
Tucked away for safe keeping.

In and out of consciousness.
Where is my loving clock?
I fear I dropped it long ago.
Oh dear, I lost her yet again.

Cracked is her window in time.
Broken is her inner workings.
She has stopped working.
Time has stopped working.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Unfortunate Lives

In a state of comatose.

Benign facts struggle to the surface.
Deflected off weak minds.
Ready to move on in ignorance.

Stricken is a face in the mirror.
Lost as to human nature.
Coming to grips with mortality.
Broken is their every gesture.

Trampled are the feelings of those.
Less fortunate hyper beings.
No wonder thoughts go undetected.
High tech sonars having glitched.

Boasting of lighter days.
When parks were full and green.
When children ran and played.
The only sound now is silence.

Smiles are permanently fixed in place.
Never to catch a inner glimpse.
What's left to salvage.
When there isn't a heart left in sight.

Tea parties and pretty gowns.
All a mesmerizing facade.
Masquerades and ball room dancing.
No toes to be trampled on.

Peace is their motto.
Everlasting, blissful peace.
How easy is one to be fooled?
Having been fooled by the foolish.

A prism of light reflects dimly.
Bouncing off an unfortunate face.
Chains are slowly breaking.
The ice is finally melting.

We are the fortunate ones.
Being chosen by our chooser.
Saved by our champion.
Living now in true peace.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Halted Musings

They march in my ears.
Perhaps on my brain.
These words that echo like an old friend.
Old, familiar and comfortable.

Knowing every pause.
The grin I can almost see.
I told it once before.
Swore to never again.

Has it come to this?
Being side tracked.
I can't help but feel.
Cheated in this onward scheme.

Can't imagine whats not said.
Muses can be a tricky sort.
My best advice to those who'll listen.
Halt! Mein muse

Halt Here


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

It's begun, Fair Sleeper

I told them once of a drawn out tale.
Swore to only tell it once.
They would not leave me alone.
Those pesky, annoying little ones.
I told it in such atrocious light.
I thought to scare them of its woes.
Its longish claws and snappish jowls.
Were sure to frighten any a person.

I drew them into the tale.
By now they are on edge.
Fear close behind innocent eyes.
Gripping the edge of each their seat.
Sure to fall off their chair any moment.
All the sudden--CLAP!
They all go tumbling back.

You know how they say, "crazy".
You know they say it in jest.
You know we couldn't laugh.
You know its a true tale.
A tale written by another.

This Tale


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Trip through the flint hills

I call it, Hills-Lake'N'Clouds

A storm front on the Kansas flat lands

The gloriously beautiful Flint Hills
Through hail or rain...there was both

"There's no place like home..."

Never knew you

I stopped and I stared.
I reeled and I wondered.
Fought and I brewed.
Turned and I drew.
Steeled and I shook.
Cracked and I crumbled.
I never knew you.
I stumbled and I flew.
Crawled and I knew.
I loved and I lost.
I walked and I stewed.
I searched and I watched.
I never knew you.
I jumped and I stole.
Kicked and I laughed.
I sat and I cried.
Bent and I wept.
I swore and I said.
I never knew you.
I broke and I screamed.
I called and I knew.
I fell and I rallied.
Yelled and I coughed.
Spent and I slept.
I dreamt I never knew you.
I rendered and I kept.
I tipped and I toppled.
Trapped and I misread.
Mistook and I miscalculated.
I judged and I thought.
I found and I clued.
I never knew you.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Revelation of never again

I lost you once.
Swore it never again.
Right here is where to stay.
I lost you to never again.

I said goodbye once before.
Told myself never again.
Here is where forever is.
Goodbye to sorrowful goodbyes.

I hurt you in the past.
Rebuked my own insensitivity.
It hurts right here.
I broke my own heart.

I kept something from you.
Talked myself into truth.
Here is everything unsaid.
Keeping secrets is the past.

I lied to myself.
Said I couldn't love.
Truth pushed out doubt.
Found the revelation of love.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Smile, My Catastrophe

There, a sparkle of a smile.
Reaches the corner of your eyes.
Here, a glint of ultimate happiness.
My heart sighs with contentment.

There, in the depths of your deepest thoughts.
I see how you can't help but be distracted.
Here, in my every thought.
You've made your way to stay.

There, low lights etch every inch of your features.
Just as you lean in to hear my every word.
Here, sitting too far away.
I can't help but smile.

There, you made me melt with that very look.
You know how to get to me.
Here, is where I'd love to stay.
You don't have to go.

There is nowhere for us to go.
We're happily trapped in time.
Here, is where I want to stay.
Right here in your arms.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Secrets of a sleepy town

Interrupted peaceful sleep.
Buzzer beat in my ear.
Bolted upright with surprise.
Head throbbing hurtfully.

Tangled in a web of sheets.
Constraining my every movement.
Finding the floor wrongfully.
Face met with harsh cold floor.

Scrambling through cascades of debris.
Grogginess not my friend.
Half wakened eyes straining.
Didn’t see the shut door.

Mirror reflecting a horror.
There was a scream.
I don’t believe me.
Cracked glass biting my toothbrush.

Tripping downward stairs.
No time for fast break.
Out the door in a flash.
Flash of red falling down more stairs.

Not a soul in wistful sight.
Clouds cover dreariness.
Creaky old town asleep.
Breathe in the damp air.

Jumping through fallen leaves.
Jump, hop, crash.
Into a hidden hole.
Sharing secrets with my foot.

Recovered from discovery.
My foot aches with many secrets.
Limping me away to there.
There, where butterflies encased.

A letter here in there.
Strewn together in a peculiar way.
To make a most obnoxious rhyme.
For no rhyme or reason why.

Sleepy, dreary, forsaken town.
My home for more a lifetime now.
Happy to find my walk unscathed.
No more secrets to encounter today.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Nay Mair

Piercing sounds reflect poorly.
Radiating the now lost souls.
Hear the howling night folk.
They cry for what they do not know.

Recompense for past dues.
Signature of the forgotten.
Line upon lines hidden.
Too far in the distant past.

Taking back what is not theirs.
Only loveliness is left untouched.
Left for others to admire.
Strength beyond words unspoken.

Hear now the night fowl whisper.
Unwanted personages crawl in dark.
Their ward tossed to the wolves.
Scavenging for new livelihoods.

Hear, hear you begotten ones.
Told in the distant present.
We will shine upon the wicked.
Naught shall change our course.

Singings sung in lies.
Woven is their tempests snare.
Heeding what is unspoken.
Unlikely to break the spell.

Truth being our only ally.
We wait for this freedom yet.
Covered in unholy mire.
Waiting to be cleaned once mair.

Treading on weakened ground.
Unsteady our heads become.
Lightened this way soon will be.
When he takes back his rightful ward.

In silence we now wait.
The harshness of bitter words brittle.
Beating our ever beaten backs.
They will strike us nay mair.




Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Missing Link

A departure from this dimension.
A lifeline lost in translation.
A mistake, I am sure.
An immeasurable amount of love is missing.
Meanings seem to have blurred.
Miscommunications a daily occurrence.
No more connection to the past.
Have I been misguided in what should be?
Misinterpretation becoming a routine.
Making confusion a normality.
Meandering through a life now dulled.
More than not, finding my face wet from tears.
No longer here to mend my broken heart.
Masking pain being the hardest task.
Memories are my only solace.
My only comfort in the days to come.




Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Mr. Cat

To hear that crazy old saying.
“It rains like cats and dogs.”
To think you came from above.
Nowhere else would explain.

Oh cat, where are you from?
I met you at my basement door.
Oddest is as oddest does.
For indeed, none other explanation be needed.

Mr. Cat, where ARE your clothes?
Heaven forgot to send?
No indeed, mine will not fit.
For tailored I must now find.

You meow like a dog.
Bark like a cat.
I dare say, and oddity indeed.
Wherefore ARE your catlike ears?

Clever is your every word?
Hold!
You talk?
An oddity you truly are!

Philosophy you have majored in.
Mr. cat what ARE you looking for?
A painting?
I have just the one.

Oh cat, to find you a sentimental type.
I have seen your collection.
Where did so many come from?
A friend you say?

Dear friendliest cat.
Where are you going?
To wander around the night?
Indeed, you truly are the oddest cat.




Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©
Nya!

Lamp, by my side

A crack in heavens door splits.
Outpouring her strength and torment.
Horses thunder out of the clouds.
Heavens angry flashes have lit the sky.

Tonight I stay along in quaking fear.
Lights flicker in and out.
My constant companion by my side.
Steady and dependable, my night lamp shade.

I am not here tonight.
Thinking better of days afore.
Trees sway with me in the wind.
The softness of grass my loving shoes.

Heavens anger brings me back.
A jolt of fear leaves me quivering.
Where is my most comforting friend.
My dearest, reliable friend by my side.

Terror is not with me long.
Quickly finding my reprieve.
Thinking of summers in Venice.
Luscious fruit my daily treat.

Seeing beyond what is before me.
Beautiful, vibrant light upon my skin.
Drinking in the heat of summer days.
To happily stay like this forever.

Thundering horses are at my door.
I have been broken out of my reverie.
Loudest, their crashes strike the air.
Louder yet, they destroyed my peace.

Shrouded by shadows in the dark.
Lamp, share your light with me.
Shade not for a moments time.
Give me your strength amongst this fear.

Silence has broken sound.
Angry, flashing strikes no more.
Horses have thundered from this place to the next.
As I sit alone, my loving friend and lamp, by my side.



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Previous Drawing

(This one isn't exactly complete either.)

Everyday Walk

Trip, fall down those descending stairs.
Choke, swallow all that pride.
Kick, scream with pent up frustration.
Steam, cool off from stress.

Hope, faith hardest to come by.
Love, peace not easy to live by.
Patience, longsuffering seems far away.
Joy, truth should be the way we live.

Easy, tempting enough to give in.
Road, leading to a final destination.
World, sin bringing me to my knees.
Evil, wickedness everywhere we turn.

Kindness, giving should be our actions.
Meekness, humility our attitude.
Good, humble in our demeanor.
Righteousness, being our everyday walk.

Drained, weakened by evil doers.
Cut, bleeding our heart screams.
Danger, traps our constant worry.
Fear, consume our every thought.

Rise, lift up Yah’s Qodesh name.
Sing, praise his glorious wonders.
Rejoice, declare his works to the world.
Live, Laugh, Love him forever more



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

She has come

She is nearing.
Her approach silent.
She comes like a thief in the night.
One moment gone.
The next standing by your side.

She creeps in the night.
Unlike her companions.
She is the coldest.
Bringing on the first shiver.
She has come to stay.

The season has come.
She will be here.
Not to leave us be.
We are stuck till the unforeseen.
She has frozen time.

Her smile broadens.
Cold as ever.
Content in this winter wonderland.
Winter has brought her beauty.
I am here to stay.



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Fiction

Shifting in and out of awareness.
Constant chaos my companion.
Having long ago found my escape.
Drifting away from the present.

Where are my allies?
Why do arrows strike the ground?
Reality is a haven for the misconceived.
Fiction being hell for the common.

Not like you or I.
We find solace in vibrancy.
Not like you or I.
Who find joy in the unusual.

Enemies are my closest friends.
Watching my back.
Waiting for the opportune moment.
To use their polished dagger.

Think not that I am innocent.
I see all that is not heard.
I hear all that is not seen.
Think not that I do not know.

Non-fiction has become a horror.
Where to escape?
There is no door in view.
Where to run from beautiful villains?

Woe, to this misconstrued world.
Fear is their comfort.
Holding tightly to it.
Never to release their pacifier.

Who are you who think to trick such as I?
Your target is not so easy.
You will soon find.
This fiction is very real.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Unfinished Poem

(This is a poem I wrote years back. I couldn't find the inspiration to write a new one. I figured I would just post an older one. I pray you enjoy it.)


Her pen lingers on an empty page.
Her thoughts wandering to a new scheme.
Should she write about life?
Should she write about love?
Or should she write about the unseen?

Not knowing which of these to pick.
Her thoughts falling to the unknown.
Why does she have this curiosity?
Searching for answers that cannot be known.
Why can she not write like all the others?

How does she write about life?
If she has not lived it?
How can she write about love?
If she has never felt it?
How can she write about the unseen?
When even the scholars do not know?

Should she write a playful poem?
No, too jolly.
A sad and tragic poem?
Too dramatic.
A tale about love?
Then again, what does she know?
Oh! The life of a poet.
Trying to conjure up what no one has.
It is all so un-befitting.

Ah! The inspiration for a poem has come.
Why did she not think of this sooner?
A child could have thought of it.
It took her this whole poem.
To think of such a simple answer.

She should write from her heart.
Now wouldn’t that be a great start?


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Shining Knight

Tempt me not with falling stars.
Nor frighten me with possibilities.
Stay, I pray of you.
Stay your hands from these things.

These works, worked in night.
Hiding from the world their deeds.
Fear not me!
I am but a humble witness.

Flickering lights waver with wariness.
Secrets whispered through the cracks.
Hatching wonderfully strange plots.
Plans to make the irresistible.

Thy clothing speaks of wealth.
Thy air of nobility.
By ye my shining white knight?
Or be ye a horror of the night?

Cast not your charms before me.
Nay, I say to leave my sight.
Oh, ye horror of the night.
Ye be no shining knight.

Plots fall to the dirt packed floor.
Failure heavy like a weighted chain.
New plots come to mind.
While conjuring a new web.

Cunning as the slyest fox.
Ye come like a maiden fair.
Lovely as the loveliest dame.
Ye have caught thy prey.

Get thee gone thou wicked one.
Thou shining light will not work.
On such as I who see beyond.
Beyond thy evil schemes.

Ye have no power here.
Oh, ye worker of the night.
Ye be no shining knight.
Thou has lost thy fight.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Trip to Farmors

I always love going to my Farmors (Grandma's) house. She lives in a beautiful part of this state. Just about every time I go there are humming birds everywhere. They are just too much fun to take pictures of. Hope you enjoy the pics as much as I enjoyed taking them!

Rainbow

There are times in our life that we just need a little reminder of Yah and his amazing grace and promises.

My Closet

So every once in a blue moon I get this grand idea that its about time to clean my closet. Today was that blue moon for me. I get home from work, tired as all get out and all I want to do at that moment is crash on my sweet loving bed and not say 'hello' to a living soul for days. What do I do instead?
I crash on my sweet loving bed for 2 seconds before I hear my name being called. After being called I decided to start working on my closet which, I kid you not, looks like a bunch of hooligans or maybe even Thing 1 and Thing 2 set a bomb off in my closet. This often happens inside my closet, its really not my fault, it just falls apart on its own. So maybe I help it along in the destroying aspect a little bit, but only just a little.
I find that when I clean my closet I find things I have not seen in years. Then again I suppose that is what happens when you don't clean in there very often. Today I found a children story I had written years ago among a bunch of junk paper. I love it when you completely forgot you had something and then find it and its like rediscovering it all over again. There can be no simpler joy then that.
I also find that after cleaning and reorganizing my closet brings a sense of order and relief to me. The only downfall to cleaning my closet, is that those wicked, horrible, mischievous, pesky, annoying, obnoxious and bratty hooligans will destroy my closet while I sleep in my sweet loving bed. Unaware to the chaos that goes on in my closet that happens to be their portal to this world.
It might sound crazy and far fetched, but I warn you. When you hear of kids being afraid of those scary monsters in the closet. You can be sure they are the same pesky monsters that are also tearing up my closet as well.

The Unseen

Waiting upon the wind to carry me.
The unforeseen making my path.
Shifting and shaping every move.
Every flutter being guided by the unknown.

Floating through one life to the next.
Creating a path for others to follow.
Seeing the lines of invisibility.
Connecting one to another.

Caught up in the dreams all around.
Two souls walking separate paths.
Inadvertently leading the same way.
How to show the true road.

Through these travels dust settles upon.
Unable to wipe oneself clean.
In search of a soul to wash away.
Dirt that was picked up along the way.

Caught in between two lives.
Tied upon the tree outside the window.
To be unnoticed by those passing by.
Yet affecting all those around.

Leave behind these souls.
Missing what was not seen.
Realizing a connection has been lost.
Why does the heart cry?

A string in time.
Losing what was not mine.
Leaving behind a straightened way.
Let it all come what may.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

My Sanity

I sometime have to question my own sanity...I think you would too.

Silenced

Reach the distant far reaches.
Reach beyond the unseen.
Find the forgotten unknown.
Deep down inside restless hearts.

Unquiet my love screams.
Unrequited you silence me.
Piercing my ever beating heart.
I must live on.

Side by side we stand.
Better than crushing loneliness.
Unnoticed I go seen.
My love being dismissed.

How harmless can be.
To be by you with no words.
Passion being left under the surface.
Damaged and left rifted.

I will stand against forces.
Though not my love is returned.
Protecting you to the very last.
By you I will always be.

My love burns deep inside.
My heart breaks with every dismissal.
You have found another.
You have silenced my love.

Forgotten and unseen.
Unnoticed and Unrequited.
I have silenced my love.
My heart will never be the same


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Best I've seen in quite awhile

(I own no rights to this photo)

Childhood Dream

When I was a little girl, I used to always dream of being out in a huge wide open pasture with nothing in sight as far as the eye can see. Just me and my horse cattle rustling like them good old days when you heard the term "Cowboy", it really meant they worked cattle. Well, I am 20 years old and that dream has partially come true.

Over the summer my family and I are taking care of our neighbors place. They own 120 acres and a lot of cattle. As of now some of their heifers are still calving, so we are to check to make sure there are no complications. Most of the time the heifers will calve with no problem whatsoever. Other times, you end up with stillborn calves or a calf that gets stuck. Sometimes a heifer won't be able to protect her calf because she hasn't caught up with the rest of the herd yet and the wolves will kill the calf.

It was the end of last week when my dad and I went out on our neighbors 4-Wheeler to check the cattle. We came across a heifer that was down and couldn't get up. It took us a bit to realize that she had a calf and somehow paralyzed her hind legs. The heifer being paralyzed was not able to watch over her calf and during that night, we assume the wolves has killed her baby. The vet came out and confirmed our suspicions that her hind legs were paralyzed, but only temporarily.

We are still taking care of the heifer, although I am happy to report that she is now standing, even though a little wobbly. Even though, we praise Yahuwah for his mercy and grace in getting this cow to her feet.

You may be asking your self, "How is this exactly lining up with her dream?".
Today my mother and I had an idea after we saw that the heifer had completely moved from her spot. That we were going to get out the 4-Wheeler and my horses and go to the back of the 120 acres where she was, instead of trying to get the car back there. Our adventure went quite well and I am very pleased with my horse. He hasn't been ridden since April and barely gave me any grief and seemed to be doing much better with his allergies!

All I can say, I was able to go to where there was nothing but me, my horse and Yahuwah's creation as far as the eye can see.

Lights

These passions grow with the days.
They tell me reach out.
Reach out and grab those dreams.

Strewn across the heavens.
Millions of dreams float by.
How can I not listen.

Not all my own.
I’m told to put mine aside.
My passions are to wait.

So many to aid.
So many broken hearts and dreams.
Shattered pieces left on the floor.

This light has come my way.
Being dimmed by sorrow.
So much heartache.

I’ll help you rebuild.
Share with you my love.
My arms are outstretched.

Another light follows after.
Too many thoughts.
So full and cluttered.

Taking your hand in mine.
We’ll make anew.
Paint a picture tall and bright.

You happened upon me.
This fragile light.
Sweet and timid without a fight.

Always there to listen when needed.
My heart cries with you.
We’ll build this tower strong.

My light is starting to fade.
The light getting lower and lower.
What can one do?

Who will aid?
Who will make anew?
Rebuild from rubble?

The light is flickering.
So close to blowing out.
Who will save me now?

They come swiftly and true.
Making all anew.
These lights are there to save.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Your Mask

Unearthly serenity masks your face.
Calm and poised in your every move.
Inexperienced eyes would miss.
Ignorant bystanders would never guess.

The turn of your head.
Your eyes trained to hide.
Shading your inner thoughts.
Not one will notice what is beneath.

The grace in your steps.
The perfectly bent head.
Quietly listening to others.
While your thoughts are far away.

Seeing beyond your cool exterior.
Knowing all your thoughts.
Silently smiling to myself.
Knowing the object of interest.

You have been captivated.
Lost in a far off trance.
Taken away from this very place.
Evidence left here of you, being faint.

Only a quarter of an hour.
Till you can escape from here.
Escape from these uninteresting people.
Finally be taken whole.

Your movements speak calm.
Your smile speaks beauty.
Your act shows talent.
Talent for fooling the crowd.

Not long now you wait.
You bid your farewells.
A break for the door.
Freedom is oh so sweet.

My smile is reserved for you.
My thoughts are trained on you.
You have captivated my attention.
You cannot fool me.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Photo session

Letters from you

Once in a midsummer afternoon.
Walking upon the shore.
We met by chance.
To our surprise to meet again

On a bright August noontide.
Watching the waves come crashing in.
We meet yet again.
We are surprised once more.



How oft tragedy brings joy.
One stormy midnight.
We both caught unawares.
To chance a meet in a small alcove.

Time moves swiftly by.
Separated by Oceans and Seas.
Our only solace and comfort.
To be found in letters from you.

Days turn quickly into months.
We last met in September.
How time can crawl.
When our thoughts are all but occupied.

Waiting by the door.
Waiting for your every letter.
To soak up your every word.
I know peace will spread through.



You have captivated my heart.
With the words you paint.
Your have drawn me in.
Colorful pictures of a world to be.

A life we will lead.
A heart that we will be.
One day soon we will see.
Together we will build this dream.

By the door I wait.
For the knock that will come.
My heart waits to leap.
To see you walk through into me.

A life we now live.
To hold each other forever and more.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©