Sunday, November 20, 2011

New Paintings (Horse Series)

I have yet to come up with a Title...any ideas??

I didn't originally like this until I fixed it up a bit, Titled "Star Struck"

This is the first and original painting that I gave to "Ruby"...Titled "Geometrical Horse"


This is the one I just finished and is titled "One eyed Jack" (The horses eye is the same as a Jack)


This is the one I completed the night before and is titled "Polka Pony"

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Among Superstition

Running to no end.
The edge so near,
Then a push.
Pushed off the side.
Until all at once.
A jolt awakens you.
To the loud and irritating.
Sound of an alarm clock.
Surrounded in dark.
Feeling slightly on edge.
Flick of a switch.
Light fills the room.
A quick sense of comfort.
Until it fades.
Time to get up.
Ready.Set.Go.
Jump start the day.
How it should feel.
Yet an eerie sense sinks back in.
Glances into every corner.
Just wishing to get out.
Out into the open air.
Somehow it feels safer.
All this superstition.
Feeling almost alone.
In the still silence of morning.
Then a movement.
Startled in fear.
To find it was nothing.
Nothing but disturbed nerves.
Where is peace in such thoughts?
All but running outside.
To shut the door in a hurry.
Staring behind me.
Failing to see.
Right in front of me.
Were all my superstitions.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Home on the Range

So my mom and I were heading out this morning to do some work. (She now works for a company that works for the banks on foreclosed homes...if ya didn't know) Anyway, we were driving along and all the sudden we see these big "things" in one of the pastures on the side of the road, as we got closer we realized that these "things" were actually Buffalo. Go figure! There is a place only about 10 miles away from us that has large wildlife animals such as Buffalo and Elk. Pretty cool, huh? I thought so.


Just walk a little bit closer.

Hey, There's a second buffalo. Figured it'd be best to get a clear photo so people would actually believe me.

Soooo big, but a magnificent animal none the less.


Hope you enjoyed the Buffalo tour of Kansas!!

Friday, September 9, 2011

Ketsuron - Conclusion - 結論


(Japanese/Nihongo/日本語)
 
 私は結論に至った。
その人生は短すぎて生きていない。
私たちは皆、幸せを求めています。
しかし、それは簡単ではありません。

私たちは検索と​​検索を行い、
しかし、それを見つけることはできません。
私たちは失われます。
幸せを探しています。

次に、検索を行います。
生きることによって幸福が得られます。

(Romanji)

Watashi wa ketsuron ni itatta.
Sono jinsei wa mijika sugite ikite inai.
Watashitachi wa mina, 
shiawase o motomete imasu. 
Shikashi, sore wa kantande wa arimasen. 
Watashitachiha kensaku to ​​ kensaku o okonai, 
shikashi, sore o mitsukeru koto wa dekimasen. 
Watashitachi wa ushinawa remasu. 
Shiawase o sagashiteimasu. 
Tsugini, kensaku o okonaimasu. 
Ikirukoto ni yotte kōfuku ga e raremasu.

(English Translation)

I have come to the conclusion.
That life is too short to not live.
We all want happiness,
But that is not easy.

We search and search,
But cannot find it.
We become lost.
Searching for happiness.

We then find in searching.
Happiness is gained by living.

(Yes, this is an original ^_^ )

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Abundant Mercies

I'm sure by now most of you who read my blog already know about my brothers accident. I guess it's more for me to be able to write about it then for you to read. In a way I guess I really haven't taken the time to just stop and think about everything thats transpired in the past two weeks. Perhaps it was too much to think about or perhaps it was my minds way of coping. Either way, this is how my last two weeks have gone...


I never thought when my day began on Wednesday, that it would be one of the scariest moments of my life. The first thing I (Did not) do when I woke up that morning was think that my heart would come to a stop and that my world would quit spinning. My day started out as it always does, it carried on through the day like every other day till mom and I got home that evening. My brothers were waiting in the garage for me to get home, so that I could go on a ride (motorcyle) with them and my dad. I wasn't really wanting to go, but I gave in because I knew I hadn't ridden in awhile and my bike needed to be rode. So I ran inside and got ready and got back to the garage and noticed I was the only one wearing my jacket. I thought begrudgingly to myself, "Why am I the only one wearing a jacket??" I thought it wasn't fair I was wearing one in the ridiculous heat, but I went ahead and wore it anyway...just in case. We headed out on our usual path, Sean in front, then Taylor, then me and then dad behind me. They always keep me in the middle for safety reasons and so I'm more protected from anything that might happen. We're about 20 minutes into our ride when I am watching Taylor and Sean up in front of me. I guess I was going too slow and Sean dropped his speed, so Taylor went ahead and passed Sean and sped ahead till we couldn't see him anymore. Mind you this road we were on has a lot of turns and bends in the road. When we finally came to our stop at the next small town, we didn't see Taylor anywhere in sight. So we figured he probably took another way and was going to meet us at the halfway point on our way back home. We turned around and headed back towards the middle point, No Taylor. Sean was worried and decided to head back to see if he could find him and dad was going to take me home because it was getting dark. So we all headed our ways and dad and I headed home. By the time we got in the driveway I could see my mom come running out of the house and then stop when she saw us. We barely parked our bikes while mom was screaming that, "Taylor is down and the ambulance is on the way!". That sentence was enough to stop my heart and forget to breathe. We all got in the car and headed to Taylor as fast as we could.
I'm not sure why, but in moments that make your mind go blank with worry and hurt and pain, mine shuts down. Its like I go into auto pilot because I wouldn't be able to function otherwise. I'm sure if someone were to see me in this crisis they would think me callous. Its merely how I am able to operate in such a terrifying and stressful time.
Mom, Dad and I get to the scene and all my heart wants to do is stop beating. All I see is Taylor on the side of the road, unmoving, with people all around him. He was breathing and had a good color and a good heart rate. He wasn't moving and had road rash really bad on his arms. His helmet was off and no one had yet to clarify whether it came off in the accident or if he had taken it off (we later found out he had taken it off). The ambulance had yet to get there when we got there but it wasn't but 5 minutes until four State Troopers showed up and said the ambulance was only minutes behind them, but it felt like forever. All I can do is clench teeth and hands and wait on the side, I felt so useless, but I knew it was better then getting in the way. Before the State Troopers showed up, Mom was able to get Taylor to talk, which was a huge relief. The ambulance arrived and put Tay on the gurney and into the ambulance where we couldn't see him anymore. The next thing I know mom came to me bawling and saying they were life flighting him to Kansas City Research Hospital. We waited and waited for Life Flight to get there and finally they landed in the pasture right next to the road. They loaded Taylor up and took off to the hospital. Sean and Dad decided that Dad would ride his bike home since it was dark and Sean would drive the car. I had yet to cry a single tear before I got back in the car to come home. Finally it all come out in fervent prayer to Yahuwah to have mercy on my brother and spare his life. I pleaded and begged for him to let him live. I don't think I have ever prayed so hard in my life until that moment or cried so much.
In a blur we finally ended up at the hospital and found out after waiting only a little while. That Taylor only had severe road rash on his arms and back, a fractured nose and a possible concussion (which they later said he didn't have one). Praise Yahuwah for his abundant and miraculous power and mercy. He is amazing in every way and heard all our cries and prayers.
They released Taylor the next day and we came and brought him home. Mom has been taking care of his road rash to make sure it heals well, But praise Yahuwah he is home and safe and improving everyday.

There is way more to my two weeks, but I'm going to end it there. It was enough emotional reading for one time. Although as my mom mentioned..How odd is it that I would write about almost that very thing the day before? Perhaps coincidence? Or maybe just a way of Yahuwah's mercies in preparing me spiritually and emotionally..?

I pray you all have had much less traumatizing weeks, and I pray you are all well and safe, as with your families.
May Yahuwah bless you all.
HalleluYah for his mercy.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Storm


Like a hand from heavens.
Window reaches down below.

Strike of lightening.
Felt when there was no clouds.

Worlds collide in all reality.
Piercing the unrelenting silence.

A word and then another.
Attempt to break through.

A world darkens around.
There are no clouds in sight.

Hear the pounding from miles away.
In its sudden approach.

It dares to break the dam.
One drop can break it all.

In the distance there is noise.
Lights swirl and dance around.

In comes the haze.
In comes the terror.

Looking to the heavens.
Peace transcends.

One drop of rain.
Upon another fall.

Overflows the floodgate.
Washes over the sturdy dam.

The rain has come.
Flows past all strongholds.

In wait for the storm to pass.
The rains recede.

Clouds break and reveal.
The beauty beyond.

The Storm has passed.
Praise Yahuwah for his mercy.



Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Saturday, August 6, 2011

(Part 4)


There is a new part to the Story. Check out the page "Quest of the Fair Unknown" to read the next short chapter. Any all all comments are welcome. Let me know what you think.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Friday, July 29, 2011

A Thought Blank


Blank.

As a sheer white piece of paper.
Sitting, waiting, wanting.
In anticipation of the coming.
What will, might, should happen.

Blank.

As a blaring white screen.
Blinding eyes and blinking bar waits.
For the words sure to come.
The words were suppose to come.

Blank.

A mind that refuses to function.
To conjure, imagine and expound.
To create a masterpiece of work.
A failed attempt of inspiration.

Blank.

As these walls that stare back.
Unwilling to release, relent and give in.
To help out an old friend.
Instead they stare in silence.

Blank.

As the sky through a window.
Still, cold and lonely.
Nothing moves in fear of change.
There is no noise of any kind.

Blank.

As a canvas on an artists easel.
white, blank and empty.
Lonely without her clothing of paint.
It cries for lack of love.

My mind cries.
Blank.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Filtered Light Found Dreams

Find me here in filtered light.
Where life trickles slowly in.
I've lost all of the past.
Seeping away with the warming sun.

Find me in a deep sleep.
Where dreams take over this reality.
I've given in to it's pull.
Time to say goodbye for now.

Find me in this drawn out dream.
Where nothing is what it should be.
I've never felt so confused and lost.
Has this become my new reality?

Find me knocked on the ground.
Where it's come to blows.
I've lost once again.
"Wake me if your out there"

"Find me" I shout, but not.
Where is the words now gone?
I've found there is no voice there.
Words lost in a fuzzy reality.

Find me in filtered light.
Where trees sway with my light breathing
I've been sleeping for awhile.
Anaware of another's presence.

"Fine me" I say softly.
Where did my voice come from?
I've been gone so long in another reality.
You've awoken me.

"Find me" I say now.
Where have you been all my life?
I've been so lost until now.
Till you opened my eyes and said.
"I've always been by you."

Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Friday, June 17, 2011

Uncharted Heights


New heights have been charted from above.
Up, Up, Up we travel so.
Till you can almost grasp the sky.
Up, Up, Up we go.

A golden leaf I've found.
Lying there upon the ground.
What wealth is this.
This is uncharted bliss.

Round and round we go around.
Till up and up becomes no more.
I've climbed as far as can go.
Charted now are these heights.

Nay the adventure does not end.
For here I go again.
No longer shall I go up.
Now my journey leads down.

Not so far it seems and yet.
I know it is height upon height.
For I am on a mountain on a mountain.
Now begins my descent.

Who would take the road more traveled.
For up I came one way.
Down I shall go another.
Finding myself in even more adventure.

Down, Down, Halt.
I shall go no more.
I feel no need to continue.
Down these uncharted heights.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Monday, June 6, 2011

Simple Tasks of Love


Stamped is it and placed sill.
Kept until the last moment.
Mostly known for procrastination.
"It's done." I yell aloud.
Given the look of exasperation.
As if loudly said.
"Was it truly so hard a task?"
Written in scribbles are words.
In such a way as if rushed.
Rushed for time that seems.
There is barely enough to spend on such.
Tedious tasks as giving the thought.
To one that should be so precious.
"No" comes the reply of uncertainity.
Is that guilt seeping in so quick?
Dear me, no, I think.
Yet it keeps hold on my thoughts.
It is over and done I think.
Gathering what happiness is left.
There isn't much there.
Wondering why it is so hard to write.
Can it really mean so much?
Do words really make a difference?
A sigh and drop of the head.
Falling back to the original task.
Hand meeting pen once more.
Truth and love spill forth.
Pen tracing against paper, words speel out.
First it starts, "Dear Grandma and Grandpa"
The impact of a realization.
That words can express so much more.
They can express not only life, but love.

Leaned over my shoulder I hear said.
"Writing another?" quitly.
Answered by such silence.
A smile and a nod.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Hearts Enraptured


We chance to think.
Alone are we in this.
World that hastens by.
Invisible to those.
Who surround about us.

Ticking clocks click.
Time may pass on by.
Yet we are oblivious.
Enraptured in silence.
We sit while staring.

A sunset glistens the horizon.
Making set a day.
Finalization comes with.
The beauty that paints the sky.
We are only lost in peace.

Quiet it encloses to night.
A sky so clear and bright.
Gazing up at stars.
Glinting in the heavens.
Lessened is a whirl.

Of a life now passing by.
It seems as if we have.
Time in our palms.
Not needing such as these.
Words said in silence.

Two hearts beat silently.
Listen closely my dear.
You will hear whats said.
Yet only we truly know.
What is hung between.

Exploded across the dark.
Flitting like white dust.
It shoots from one point.
Till it reaches the next.
We've seen our shooting star.

Breaking the beauty.
Of our unspoken silence.
Daring to breach a wall.
I chance to say.
"It is ours."


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Monday, April 25, 2011

My Joy Here To Stay


Past noon I awake to find myself.
Dragged outdoors to a place.
Where conversations await.
My enthusiastic, intrigued place.
Imaginations clunk together.
Till the one is drug along.
Composed and laughing too hard.
Fighting sleep with a hammer.

All too early I awake like molasses.
Eyes all but wishing for toothpicks.
Home I'm bound with one intent.
Inspiration brings back the hammer.
Excitement beats through like wings.
Beaten are these nagging thoughts.
"Victory is mine!" I shout aloud.
Although thankfully, I really did not.

Buzzer beat startles me to wake.
Wishing for a more sturdy clock.
For if so it would meet the wall not so nicely.
Bring on this day, I'm ready.
Like caffeine poured into my veins.
Lets jump start this day.
Victory still fresh in mind.
I go to sleep with happy thoughts.

Greeted with the daily ritual.
Grain bins and nickering giants.
The sun greeting me with the newness.
Another day to draw this breath in.
Another day for thankfulness.
Going about tasks with a smile.
Knowing I'll get to see again.
What makes me smile even more.

Make it home in a rush.
Off to yell at slow minded beasts.
Whooping and hollering and moving forward.
Such odd joy over doing such.
Motorcycles and renewing like things.
Yet I still smile at my own happiness.
Holding my breath as I wait.
This smile breaks through yet again.

Day breaks through my window pane.
List as long as Rapunzel's hair in my mind.
I sigh as I move sluggishly forward.
Stinky and smelly clean hands.
Dirty and grimy brown hands.
Cleaned before I nervously await.
The moment has come and I'm excited.
It ends in a happy smile.

Its here! What I've been waiting for.
Like a lifeline tossed out.
Grabbing on and not letting go.
Lazing through like rabbit on wine.
Fuzzy kittens and swinging ropes.
Friends and sketching the day away.
Now here I am.
Exactly where I want to be.


(Check out the better side of this scientific equation here)

Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

It's Finished!


Can you imagine??
I suppose you can, but most likely not about what I was meaning.


ITS FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!! Yay!!

Yes, by finished I mean that this never ending project (or so it seemed) has finally come to an end. My poetry book is completed and will be on the shelves very soon! I am so excited I don't know how to contain myself. I just pray that there are not any typo's or errors in there (which I'm sure there are) but even if so...you all can live with it (^_^)

That is my Oh So Exciting News!

I wasn't intending on finishing it today, but I did (^_^)

I will inform you all where and when to find it.

Yah bless you all!!

_____________________________________


You can either click the Lulu.com link to the right to get to my poetry book or use the link below.


http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/palace-of-time-place-of-dreams/15572136

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Lost to the World of Nights Song


I sigh in the frosty air of night.
White air spread through the dark.
Glancing back at the flickering lights.
Sounds making their way from the house.
Receding farther from their world.

The night calls me like a friend.
Beckoning me further.
Yet closer to its wild.
Untamed and untouched world.
Of fireflies and night owls.
Singing the song of the night.

The lights bounce off dew.
Covering over the grass.
Makes me think of crystals in the sun.
As I walk through its waves.
Drenching my hem and feet.

I am stripped in their sight.
No longer am I human.
I am apart of this night.
All vanities are taken away.
Being accepted of them as one might.

Weaving a soft whisper.
Afraid to break such beautiful silence.
I begin to sing the song of the night.
Here sitting upon this fallen tree.
I sing to the wild and untamed wood.

Minutes made into hours.
Lost in the life of the night.
I have lost track of time.
Light brims the horizon.
As I sigh in wistfulness.

My dew stained feet take me back.
Back to where I'm from.
Leaving me with sweet thoughts.
Of a night not long going to be forgot.
Singing the song of the night


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

These Unspoken Words


In the midst of a dream has come.
The lapse of a feeling now missing.
A breech of contract now done.
Floating pieces fail to fit.
A puzzle left unfinished.

Quiet in the middle of chaos.
Peace when there is none found.
These walls scream out.
Of the lost memories.
Now forgotten amongst these.

Thoughts vanish with calm.
Assuring words unspoken but,
They are there inside.
Waiting to be shared.
All in due time.

Waves of relief join the rest.
In a quiet manner of speaking.
The unspoken word between.
Such good friends not known.
These are the memories.

Keeping here to this very spot.
Lazed in thoughts of dreams.
Unable to hear the sounds.
Going on around.
None can breech this wall.

There is none to penetrate.
None to infiltrate.
None to break through these gates.
Of these solemn and beautiful thoughts.
No longer of this world.

Lost and happily so.
Away from worry or doubt.
Free of every care.
Gone is the ongoing chaotic stress.
That beats down.

Unspoken words are there.
Waiting to be found.
Inside there is a crack.
In an impenetrable wall.
Waiting to be broken through.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Coming Back Soon!

I know you all probably feel as if I've abandoned you, but have no fear...I shall return again with the abundance of writings soon.
At least I hope so =D

I know ya'll probably have your lives and are barely paying attention to this bare and desolate place (as of late), but it makes me feel bad anyway!

So off to be inspired to write!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Perplexity of Such Things

Integrated into the workings.
Wings beating a million times.
Over and over again.
Telling of how they think.

Trapped in an ongoing battle.
Lost in tangled space.
Like shooting stars across.
A blackened canvas lies.

Tempered only a little.
Through the ongoing waves.
Fighting down the battle weary.
Cries over a saddened thought.

Escaped have they become.
Lining across an open page.
For all to see within.
The inner workings of this.

Darting here and there.
Like signals from line to line.
Echo throughout this space.
While sitting here perplexed.

Complicated beyond imagination.
Lost as a bottle at sea.
Finding me this way.
You've seen my inner mind.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Monday, March 21, 2011

Enjoy Life (many years old poem)


How does a bird fly?
Or a mountain seem so high?

How is it a fish swims?
Or a branch grows limbs?

How does a flower bloom?
Or a rainy day so much gloom?

Ever stop to listen to children laugh?
Or a new born baby calf?

Ever wonder why the earth spins?
Or why a cat never learns?

Ever wake up thankful for another day?
Or how you wish it could all just stay?

Take a moment to enjoy life.
Forget about all the strife.

Take a moment to appreciate everything you're given.
That you're alive and livin'.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Sunday, March 13, 2011

A Prayer from the Rubble



Encased.
Battle weary.
Breath drawn out.
Something breaks from within.
Tidal wave of unwanted dreams.

Captured.
Taken away.
To the depths.
Catacombs weave in dark.
Light is no longer found.

Shattered.
Deep inside.
There lies cold.
Lifeless hands clutch still.
These memories are locked within.

Enfold.
Upon oneself.
Holding pieces together.
Shaking are the legs.
Now bare from being stripped.

Chaos.
Sirens afar.
Cries are heard.
Lifeless and now still.
The aftermath of such catastrophe.

Lost.
Taken away.
Drawn to sea.
Oceans waging a war.
Where is hope in this?

Pleading.
Crying out.
Hear our cries.
You can heal hearts.
Bind up our every wound.

Tears.
Stream down.
Dirt stained face.
Heal our broken homes.
Hear our cries for you.

Hope.
Is here.
For a nation.
Now torn from within.
In the midst of despair.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©


Thursday, March 10, 2011

An Amazing Horse


As you all know I own a horse. Although it wasn't long ago that I had two. For some reason I keep wishing I still had two. Why you may ask? When it can be so expensive to care for them and feed them? Well, I don't really miss the extra money spent on my horse, but I do miss her.

Her name is/was Jasper. A quirky, spunky, fun-loving, sweet and obnoxious horse. Sounds quite familiar for those of you who might know me. I bought her when she was 8 months old from a man that lives not far from where I work now. I was wanting to buy a new colt to train when the man stopped by our house. He had noticed I spent a lot of time out in the pasture with our horses and wanted to commend me. When I asked him if he, per chance, had any colts he was looking to sell. He said he had 3 Saddlebred filly's that were all 8 months old and that if I wanted to I could come by and look at them. So not long after, money in pocket, I headed to the mans ranch to see which one I would buy. When I got there he informed me that at 8 months old, the filly's had never been handled by a person. I was at first a little edgy on that small bit of information, but the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of getting to train a horse from completely wild to tame. I ended up picking Jasper out of the three. She seemed like she had the most spunk and personality, which proved true.

The next day the man brought her over to our place and let her out in the pasture. Mind you there was a lot of fighting on Jasper's end of it since she had never been handled. Once out in the pasture I admired my new addition to our horses, then paid the man a total of $110 for her. It was all the money I had at the time. Being 14 and never getting allowance, I had saved for quite awhile in the hopes of buying a new horse.

Over the next week I let her be and didn't even try to touch her. Getting acquainted with the other two horses and being in a new place was enough at one time for her. After the first week I started standing by her feed bucket so she would get use to me being close. Eventually she became curious enough and would smell my hands or jeans. Over the period of about a month I was able to touch her all over and each day from then she started to trust me more.

It wasn't long before she fully trusted me and became the most annoying horse in the pasture. Always wanting my attention and not leaving a person be for 5 seconds just so you would pet her. My family and I ended up calling her Princess, because she expected the other two boys (horses) to let her have whatever she wanted and was an attention hogger, but it was so hard not to love her. Personality A-plus, she stole everyones heart who ever met her, including mine. Then the time came that I had stalled for so long, the time to sell her. Among the hardest decisions I ever had to make. When dealing with another life, a living soul that rested in my hands, that had become apart of me. I knew this is what I had intended from the moment I bought her. To raise, train and then sell the horse. It was not an easy thing to do.

I hold some very precious memories from her at least. She was the best horse I've ever met.



Friday, February 25, 2011

Caught in this Field


Gazing out into the open.
A field goes on it seems.
Endlessly a river of grass.
Stretches to the unknown.
Glaring light blinding.
Attempting to see through.
Haze of burning colors.
Caught is the field.
Lit and burning bright.
Yet there is no smoke.
Twisting and turning.
Here and there it moves.
Spreading to the end.
Far reaches of this field.
Unnoticed it goes seen.
None but I see.
Mesmerized by such color.
Staring at a sea of orange.
Red hues burst through.
Gold paints the ground.
As I stand in awe.
The beauty I see in this.
I tell to you now.
To gaze at a field.
Caught by a burning sunset.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

In Darkness They Sin


In the night you come to us.
By the way of dark you step.
Quietly in the rising mist of night.
Silently you wait in time.

Tears of those surround.
Casket laid upon ground.
Dark figures hunched in agony.
Such a loss to bear.

Heavy, pounding is the heart.
Sadness spreads through in silence.
Burden becoming heavier with wait.
The figures begin to move.

Away they walk from this grove.
Leaving behind their sin.
In await of one who will take thereof.
Away from their midst in dark.

For what guilt is there in dark?
Left thereby for another.
Is it not the way?
Leaving sin for another to bear?

Gone is the evidence of the visible.
Deep within hearts there spreads.
Too great a loss to be filled.
What can fill with such sorrow?

Light is brimming the mountain.
Sin still fills the dark crevices.
Of the heart hidden behind.
The sin of the foolish.

Who bears the burden of many?
Man is not our Saviour.
Casting out this old foolishness.
Who but one can take our sins?

Spreading light reflects a truth.
Looking as much like forgiveness.
The sun rises in the east.
As we watch the rising sun.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Saturday, February 5, 2011

This Night, Not Long Forgot


Brilliant array of lights caught the evening dusk.
Shock waves spiral into outer limits.
Taking on a torrent of unexpected awareness.
An evening now caught by a visionary.

A night so bright it is as if the sun.
Stood alone in the sky now lit.
Preparing a day ready for the next attempt.
To live a life now full of truths.

Stars fade around the luminescence.
Speaking out like a million voices who whisper.
Secrets to one alone who will listen.
Hanging on to their every spoken word.

One night that cannot be forgotten.
Comparing to other nights unquestionably.
Waiting in eager arrival of the unknown.
For what comes next will start a lifetime.

Like the snow that does not fall.
Sparkles these tiny radiant lights of hope.
Seeing into the inner soul of this.
A universe untouched by mired hands.

No hate can come to mind while staring at such.
Beauty like none can ever retell.
What animosity can come from such.
This is creation like no man can make.

Find me here amongst lilies bloomed.
Lying upon lush grass, star gazing.
Truths abound upon this night.
While I lie here, eyes wide open.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Ode to a World Now Bright


Evening comes like a burst of radiance.
Glowing on us as one who smiles.
Drinking in such brilliant light.
Spoken in it a million words.

Crystals dazzle the world now white.
Beauty beyond none can compare.
Sparkling like fallen stars from above.
No words are there left to speak.

Arrayed is the night sky now bright.
The ever giving luminescent light.
Calms us into peaceful dreams.
Compelled are we to speak in silence.

The world has become warm and lovely.
In this beauteous spring day.
Song is heard throughout the wood.
As we gaze at a world now stunning.

Captured is the moment stilled.
Taken in is the beauty that surrounds.
Happiness sings like flowing honey.
As we hum to the song of birds.

Luscious is the grass bathed in sunlight.
As trees sway to the caressing wind.
No word to describe but utter contentment.
No words found to speak of this.

Drifting to the ground now colored.
The smell of Autumn ever comforting.
Taking in the trees painted as the sun.
A wonder as to such joy.

Sorrow cannot touch this.
Life will never fade away.
Lost in a world of loveliness.
What can compare to this?


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Monday, January 17, 2011

Say Beautiful


You say how you want to change.
Your hair, the way it falls.
You say you’re not perfect.
Looking at you now, one could never tell.

I hear the million uncertainties.
You ask how others could find you beautiful.
I see the doubt cross those lovely features.
Wondering where these thoughts come from.

You say this is not what you want.
All I see is someone beautiful with self skepticism.
All you want to do is change.
Why can’t my words reach out to you?

You are beautiful the way you are.
No need to change a thing.
Believe in yourself, break free.
Flee all those inner doubts.

Taken are the words slowly.
Uncertainty starts to slip away.
Finding inner beauty more important.
Radiance reaches that lovely smile.

Found is the mirror right in front of you.
The one that’s been telling you all along.
Now you see.
What I’ve been telling for so long.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Friday, January 14, 2011

Matty and Me playing

You have to understand that I was in the process of cleaning and my cat started pouncing around me ...so I kinda got side tracked. 

As you can see...that look *shakes head*

She would back up and hide behind the chair until I hid again..then she would crawl to the door and I would scare her again. Heehee


One of her favorite places to play and hide.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Tourniquet Memories


You reach out to me like a painting thick.
Losing me in the infinite struggle against time.
Winners becoming what they fought against.
Till the shadows swallow us whole.

Dark blue like the sky behind this.
This ever growing awareness so gray.
Losing to the inner pain lost inside.
You cry out for what you do not know.

I sing time like a forgotten hymn.
Lovely being the times now gone.
Beating hearts like the rush of a thousand birds.
Hands outstretched in eager awaiting.

Lulls in memories like a broken record.
Taking down memories like old billboards.
I'll fight to my very last breathe.
I'll fight to win back these memories.

They are yours and only yours.
Tourniquet the inner workings of your mind.
Kept like a well protected safe.
Tears over such agonizing loss.

Failing in attempt to bring back.
Losing the battle to win back this most precious cargo.
What more can be done?
What can be done to regain.

Flooding down my sorrow filled face.
I will give what I already own.
Giving what is already mine.
To replace what has been stolen of you.

Time will move on its way towards brighter days.
Lilies will grow on every pane.
Light will flood into every house.
You will be full once more.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Become Numb


Unraveling mystery of hidden dreams.
Spinning tops and question marks.
The answer to an unknown riddle.
Figures speaking in utmost complexity.

Fight downright social enmity.
Catching glimpses of swirling images.
A dream so perfectly horrifying.
All thoughts of escape diminished.

Caught in the ever-winding musical.
Dancers and purity so black.
Out of focus being thought clear.
Time weaving an ongoing thriller.

Thought to be exciting.
Lining up in expectancy of an outcome.
Worlds being meshed into one.
Dimensions having lost their meaning.

Clowns and lollipop canes.
Cheers and crowd applaud the games.
The chained paraded beautifully throughout.
Hiding scars behind fixed smiles.

Becoming what was so feared.
All has been forgotten in time.
Keeping up with fantastic entertainment.
Previous thoughts made numb.

Trickery magically turned into doves.
So beautifully created into being.
Wide eyed and innocent was the beginning.
Knowledge came not long after.

Secrets and never sleeping.
Making a creation of insomniacs.
Living off the edge of life.
This ever growing life of burying worries.

Sounds wondrous to the mind.
One would easily choose.
You've already picked your choice,
But if you don't mind.
I'll find another sort of wondrous.


Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©