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 ©