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Friday, December 31, 2010

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

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

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.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

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 ©

Saturday, December 18, 2010

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 ©

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Trip to the past


FUB 2006 (April)



Sometime in 2005 ..I think


Summer of 2005 (Colorado)

Summer of 2006 (Summer Reading Program)

Saturday, December 11, 2010

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 ©

Thursday, December 9, 2010

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 ©

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Nasty Viruses


Let me just start out by saying...

I'M SO HAPPY TO HAVE MY COMPUTER WORKING AGAIN!!!


*Takes deep breathe* Now that I have my rejoicing out of the way. I will in short give you adventures of dealing with my first virus on my computer.

I have never been one to have anti-virus scans on my computer, mostly because I have never had one before and didn't think too much of it. It wasn't till last night around 8pm that I found to my horror that viruses are scarier then one might think. Sure I wasn't screaming or throwing a fit but I was irritated and slightly stressed that my computer was going to crash. We eventually figured out the source of the virus and what the virus was by doing some research on my moms computer. I tried to go through a step by step process of downloading Malwarebytes on my computer. When I ended up finding out it wouldn't allow me to bring up the anti-virus scans. After trying many things to try and fix my computer last night it all came to no avail. I waited for my mother to try and download something for my computer. I ended up getting tired and had a pretty bad headache, so I opted to go to bed. I really hadn't planned on sleeping all night, figuring my mother would come and wake me up. It was around 2am (perhaps later) that my mother came and woke me up saying that she had got my computer to where she could run a scan and was now going to bed. I was to check on the progress when I woke up. When I eventually woke up at 7:30am the scan wasn't complete therefore I went back to bed. When I eventually got up for the day and so did my mom we went back to trying to fix my computer again.
The scan had went through and found only one defective program. I then restarted my computer and found the virus was still there (getting frustrated by then). I started going through the step by step process another site had talked about doing in order to get rid of the virus. I still had the virus on my computer at this point but I could now bring up the Malwarebytes (YAY!) I went through through the whole process and eventually got rid of the nasty virus.

As of now I am extremely happy. With the help of my mother and helpful research through the internet I was able to fix my computer. Praise Yah for his miracles!

If any of you ever find that you have the same virus on your computer, which the name of the virus is, "Antivirus Software Alert", this is the helpful answer from "yahoo answers" that I used to fix my computer.
Yahoo answers-Antivirus Software Alert virus

I hope you have a blessed day and weekend without any viruses.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

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 ©

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

101 Post mark

I just realized today when I went to check out some stuff on my blog, that I had reached 100 posts.
How awesome is that!?
I thought it was pretty kewl at least, but then again I am easily amused and find the oddest things entertaining.
I really don't have much to talk about, or anything too exciting to share. I will just bore you with this ongoing banter about nothing to fill space.
So today I woke up at the usually time 6:43am to hear my alarm clock being completely obnoxious with the most annoying beeping. How is it that a inanimate object can bring out the worst in people? I truly do wonder about that. Either way, I whacked my alarm clock off and buried my face in my pillow like I usually do, wishing sleep back again. Unfortunately, logic ruled over mind and I forced myself out of bed, for yet another early morning. I am one of those people, that when I get into a routine, I stick to that routine almost daily. Until one day, I decide I need to change it up a bit and start another routine.
So I rolled out of bed, stumble to my closet, put my jeans over my pj's (amazing how much warmer you can be with pj's under your jeans), then the sweatshirt, socks, shoes, and coat. Then I am off to the bathroom still somewhat blurry eyed, blind myself by turning on the light and brush my teeth and then go back to my room, check the time (which it is usually 6:50am by this time.), procrastinate for a few minutes, grab my purse...go into the office and grab the phone and then I am out the door. Almost every single morning I am in the car at just about 6:58). I warm up the car and head out to work.
That is the daily routine of me getting ready and going to work, pretty boring huh?
Why I am telling you what I do in the morning is besides me, but hey...maybe you'll read this and go, "Huh, maybe I'll wear pj's under my pants." or "Hey, I should learn to procrastinate for such a short amount of time." However you take this information is up to you, I can only provide the entertaining dialog of one persons routine.
You may be thinking to yourself, "That was entertaining?". I would merely say and a very calm and sedate manner, "Whhhhy Iiiiii oooughta!...".
What else entertaining information could I bore you poor people with?
Oh I know! The other day I was in the car with my mother heading up to do some shopping. While on our way, we were talking about colleges and things I thought would be interesting and fun to learn. I was explaining to mom how most people have one maybe even two things they really want to do in life. They end up choosing which one seems more important to them or they may even choose to get an education in both. I have so many things I would love to learn, I think it would take my entire life to learn them all.
When I was a little girl I decided I was going to be a horse trainer when I grew up. I was going to have a huge ranch with a ridiculously huge barn and train horses for the rest of my life. I still want to and in a way I did get to train several horses and I Praise Yah for giving me that chance to. I now would love to also be a Equine massage therapist and I full heartedly plan on making that happen. After I decided on being a horse trainer as a young girl, I thought it would be amazing to be an archeologist. I always loved history and I found discovering new things exciting along with ancient cities and such. Around that same time I wanted to be a missionary (which I wanted to do until I was around 19). Then came wanting to be a linguist. As I just mentioned, I love learning new things and learning languages has always been a fascination for me. I know a little bit of quite a few languages now, but I would love to become fluent in them all. There is also the part about me and my love of writing poetry. I always said, "If I could make a living at being just a poet I would do it in a heartbeat." I obviously still write poetry and love doing so and will probably never stop writing. As to me making a living out of being a poet, I don't think there is much future in that, but who knows (Of course Yahuwah does ^_^ ). Then I was talking to my friend about culinary arts and how I love to bake. I think it would be absolutely neat to learn how to bake for a bunch of people and create new things. Then there was my love of art. I have always loved to draw since I was young and still do. I am not a fantastic artist, but I truly love drawing and would love to take lessons to expand my talent. Last but not least I love music, I love to play instruments such as the guitar and the violin and I absolutely love singing (to myself of course =P). When I was a child taking violin lessons I use to want to take voice lessons as well, even to this day I would still love to.
In the end of the conversation talking with my mom in the car she told me, "You can do anything, you can do all of those things. You can make it happen if you put your mind to it."
Obviously she is right and I have decided that no matter what else. I am going to go on using all the talents that Yahuwah gave me and if he opens doors to expand any or all of them I will welcome it with a smile.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Kadence Time


The hat I made for Kadence today.

Camera?!

Ahhhh you caught me.


Oui Oui, I is fwench Bebe!

"Iz eatz my auntz puter."

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

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.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

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 ©

Thursday, November 18, 2010

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 ©

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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 ©

Thursday, November 11, 2010

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.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

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 ©

Friday, October 29, 2010

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 ©

FOT 2010 (Part 3)

Kady kept pulling my hair.

"How 'bout I take those."

She was caught, =O

I think she was tired of photo session.

All the girls.

The Family.

Having fun climbing up the side of the mountain.

At the top of the Hatchery.

I would have gotten into soooo much trouble if I fell in.

Half the gang at the Hatchery.

Wading in the river...Brrr

Great picture of my brother (taylor) and Kady.

Love this picture of Kadence.

Reading in Romans.

Sooo far down.

Yup, I'm sure you've figured out who's in the pic.


He's a biggin'.

FOT 2010 (Up in the air)

Her name is Speedy. =)

'Bout ready to go up.

Part of Table Rock. Not sure if that view in in Arkansas or Missouri.

Lots and Lots of Mountains.

Up in the air havin' fun...I'm sure you've figured..I am grinning.


Loooove that view

Somewhere in the Ozarks.

Again, more river and mountains.