A whirl of paper, a blast of sound, instruments buzzing, ringing phones,  the racing of people, cars, lights . . . days and nights.

Maintaining a steady course, in the midst of a social and materialistic catalyst for confusion.

What is there to hold onto?
A belief, a person, a group, a book, a lesson learned.

Climbing the mountain, ensuring that your hold will maintain, making sure not to slip, and with each step climbing higher and higher.

by Lauren Sweetland
4 March 2008


New Year 2008

Happy New Year 2008

We welcome in the new, pushing the old to the far corners of our minds.

Reach for a new day, and understand that this is your gift.

Love your friends and family, remembering that we are all together on this vast journey called life.

Admire nature, the beauty of the world around us, and respect it.

Take notice of other people’s creations and projects, for that is what builds our world.

by Lauren Sweetland

New Year's Rose - 2008photo by Lauren Sweetland taken Dec 31st 2007


Sit and wonder,
in mystery.
As the days pass and seasons turn.

precipitating madness through inaction.

Walls closing in.

Chains breaking,
escaping the prison of vacillation.


by Lauren Sweetland
11 Sept 2007

no consequences

constellations spackeled into the endless ocean of darkness …
vibrant lights stretching to never ending heights …
surrounded by the smell of the night air …
wishing i was somewhere but happy to be here …
angry mobs rushing in with no power …
laughing in mysterious wonder …
staring blankly into an ocean of information …
waiting, standing still, refusing to be moved …
unable to push what can’t be moved …
invisibe, perennial, inextinguishable …

by Lauren Sweetland
11 Aug 2007

Saturday Night

Green light in front of my face.
Rain drops on my wind shield.
Flags blowing in the breeze.
The night is cold.
I am warm inside my car.
Waiting for someone to arrive.
Anticipating exhilaration.
The night has not yet begun.

by Lauren Sweetland
April 2007

Warning for Parents – By Eric Meyersfield

Eric is one of the most phenomenal people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He showed me this poem in 2002 and I told him that all parents and kids should read this. He has an ability to impact people with his communication that is beyond anything I have known. The message is true.

The most gut wrenching cry that ever you heard,
Is frustration that follows the misunderstood word,
The child is restless and can’t sit quite still,
He’s nervous and angry and feeling quite ill.
He wants to go home or go play in the sand,
His pencil is shaking inside his right hand,
He’s blank and washed out and not present or there,
He’s kicking the desk and he’s pulling his hair,
He’s yawning, distracted and won’t settle down,
Instead of a student he’s now the class clown,
He can no longer read so he’s playing the fool,
He’s got no more attention or focus for school.
PLEASE make him look back – oh – a sentence or four,
And clear up the word so he’s bright and RESTORED!
If you don’t know the strength of a dictionary,
The psychiatrist will move in and SCREAM, “A.D.D.!”
Then watch as your child takes a nice little pill,
That darkens his spirit and dampens his will,
You’ll be sorry years later when he hasn’t a thrill,
Well look at it this way – at least he’ll sit still.
The lesson’s so easy it might seem absurd,
But all that needs fixing is ONE LITTLE WORD!
Do you hear me? You get it? Please tell me you heard:

Based on the Study Technology of L. Ron Hubbard

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Parallel universes.
Locked in the travel of time.

Emotionless slumber.
Thoughts of you fill my mind.

The dream begins.
Then Ends.

by Lauren Sweetland
5 March 2007