Money Pit Best scene

If you're having a bad day, watch this and it will cure you! :)

The People of Walmart Video

Mullets, daisy dukes, too sexy, thaaaat thong, if you want my body, pants on the ground! Dude, the people of Walmart put to music! You will laugh cause 'whoop, there it is!' Hahahh.
NOW *CLICK* on the link below and laugh your pants off! =P''
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfUvcuDKMvM

.::*Soul Blinding Poet*::.

Soul blinding poet, eyes rush like the tide

Blood runs thick, bluest is he.

Bring into focus the disillusionment of his tone.

Through a looking glass is his spectrum of thought,

Hard soaked in bitter bleak atonement.

A heart that only beats in the ink of his pen,

The only warmth to be held lies in the words of his paper.

The pride of his poetry sleeps within the bindings of leather scented walls.

Dust will leave dormant each line until a sleeping beauty rises to kiss every word to life.

Wishes for a white washed mind erases any faith of a dream,

Abandoned love takes flight to meet a defying place of gravity.

Existing in the afterlife of unseen reason,

Escaping the crashing lights, bleeding grace, the untamed grip of passion.

He plunges his face into a watered reflection of paired lungs breathing,

Syphoning a last breath before death steals away his love by suffocation.

Wasted blueprints of a mapped out life,

Landlocked from a water's edge of symphonies drinking dew.

Parched mouth, scorned by blistering & onslaughts of words withheld, blooming flowered folly.

Petals fall in arrangement of the name that made his eyes swell to cry crimson,

Ripped from his fingers, this love had to idle, morose and die.

He cut his heart, shaved his soul, tied them up and sent away his fingerprints.

Feeling nothing now, his feet no longer seek the path to know why, Nor-shall I?

It is together now, to death, bury Love-

Wasted mourner's tears on wings of ghosts.

'To End' the poet writes,

'...this foolish suffering.  But, if to love is to be given the name Fool,let it be of greatest pride to call myself thee.'

~by Keila

Mysterious & HIdden

You are mysterious and hidden

Not allowing even a glimpse of hope or sparkle of redemption shine

Parched upon a distant hill

Removed and safe in your dreams-be still

Secrets sow your weeping shuttering heart to your own safe keeping

Muted, safety's on, vulnerability is a loaded gun

Blank eyes to elude strength but buckling are your knees in the lifeless shifting

You tell yourself you need not no one

'Tis to be a shame to hold an expression of want on your lips

Contours of hard lines to hide your hungering strain for love

Your heart is beating and aching for the keeping

Hallowed holes, digging ditches to bury the truth only your thoughts know

A stranded soul of a mate who will never hold you

For you remain covered, caressing cold company only ravens know

~K

Shakespeare and Vanilla Cream Soda

*Drinking a Vanilla Cream Soda and reading one of my favorite sonnets! :) I do wish I could share my cream soda with you, but tonight, I feel selfish! ;) Heeheeeheeeeee.
SONNET 78


So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse

And found such fair assistance in my verse

As every alien pen hath got my use

And under thee their poesy disperse.

Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing

And heavy ignorance aloft to fly

Have added feathers to the learned's wing

And given grace a double majesty.

Yet be most proud of that which I compile,

Whose influence is thine and born of thee:

In others' works thou dost but mend the style,

And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;

But thou art all my art and dost advance

As high as learning my rude ignorance.

*Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!*

Art=expression-passion-relaxation-living-dreaming-invoking-emotion-painted thoughts::

                                                     Dusk to Dawn by Keila

                                      Painted Poetry by Keila

Tears On Your Fire by Keila

In high school I sketched for fun.  Hadn't picked up a pencil or paint brush for about a decade.  Then, an inward inspiration arose and has embodied a desire to express and alleviate my deepest emotions or thoughts.  As of late I've been experimenting with oils.  I don't know what the heck I'm doing and I should really take an art class...but, where do I fit that in?   I will never claim any of my 'so called' expressions of art are any good but they speak things most may never get.  My soul transpires into painted poetic images. Are words really necessary?  I find in my life, more than ever, I cannot communicate the deepest parts of me in any verbal ratification.  For in this time, I'm constricted to imagery.  I have hope for the day I can freely say....what it all means.... this life of the in between.  When I look back, I can make sense of God's configuring in his makings of ME.

Fall Becker Show In Buffalo, NY

Had a great time in Buffalo, NY at the Fall Becker Hair Show.  My partner, Bea and I had a fantastic time educating eager hairdressers in new cutting and styling techniques.  This is the beginning of my fourth year educating for White Sands Hair Products and while teaching other hairdressers I believe I'm learning even more.  While I was in Buffalo we snuck away to catch a quick breathtaking glimpse of Niagara Falls at night.  I brought my passport in hopes to cross on over to Canada but time did not permit that.  Bea and I also took time to view some lovely art at the Albright Knox Art Gallery on a very quick lunch break.  

I've got another hair show in St. Paul, Minnesota this weekend!  I'm extremely excited to take in fall since we don't get to enjoy that too much here in AZ.  I mean, I've never seen a cactus change into a vibrant orange, have you? Hee heee.  I know we have other pretty trees that do but my last show in MN during the fall was gorgeous.  I took late night walks last October and fell in love with St. Paul.  I admire architecture of age and style.  The churches were wondrous! Anyways, this is a busy time of year for me.  The first weekend of November, Fernando Salas- the founder and creator of white sands is doing a show here in Tucson.  I will be doing the show with him.  I've yet to gather a handful of models and time is ticking away.  Meanwhile, I'm getting my tonsils taken out Oct. 25th.  I don't think I've put enough on the calendar, do you?  Apparently, I like a crazy lifestyle.  I don't know how to sit still very well.  I suppose I will fall face first into the ground soon enough! :)  In the midst of all this chaos I will continue to share happy Halloween festivities with my two little munchkins.  I can't wait to take them to Wilcox to Apple Annie's for our traditional apple and pumpkin picking.  The holidays are among us, folks!  Where did 2010 go? Wow. Life......just breathe! ;P

 Niagara Falls

 Moi

 Hello Canada!

 Music and Literature 1878-Harnett(Albright Knox Art Gallery)

 My model and hair creations for the Becker Runway Show