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About Me

Kayla means Banana in Punjabi.

My Interests

animal/human rights, peace, MUSIC, philosophy, religion, history, red wine, learning, reading, poetry, Miles Davis, walking, building cakes, DANCING!, nice people who smile at me for no reason,leg warmers, rum, Irish beer, aux vivres, playing my SAXOPHONE,candy, gingerbread men, pink poodles, blue moons and short people.

I'd like to meet:

dorks. unicorns. a walking, talking Saxophone. jazz cats. bluesmen. rastas. rude boys. Leprechauns. Everyone.

Music:

I love all music. Even Polka.

Movies:

Ferris Bueller's day off

Television:

My name is Earl & The Fresh Prince of Belair.

Books:

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Heroes:

mum & daddio.

My Blog

regretless time

And the time passes through us Out the window- Unto the night-time air-freshening our spirits Too sweet to be held back. Generous hands give while the others sit...
Posted by Kayla on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 07:51:00 PST

Field mouse

Field mouse. The rain falls like tears From my nose Crying out runny bloody rivers, Where sweat just sits, .lake-water face. Severe clouds rolling in Th...
Posted by Kayla on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 07:49:00 PST

Holes of thought

Maybe Ive lived my entire life in a hole. Surrounded by guardians who guard that sacred burial And savor thereafter. Maybe I havent thought enough. Thinking too deeply I forget about the ever...
Posted by Kayla on Sun, 29 Jan 2006 03:08:00 PST

The story ends here

Bland picturesque view of all So clear to the eye, like a black needle if only. Roaming the Earth with weapons of war, we sit patiently for the end. Where they wait and seize our souls out of ...
Posted by Kayla on Sun, 14 Aug 2005 10:23:00 PST

expensive shorelines in August

Skipping, skipping down. The next future of kidnapped treasuries to be found by the ocean side of a white sea of caves and watery jellyfish sighing on beaches that sand has barely touched up to now. S...
Posted by Kayla on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Beam burnt

crying moonbeam planet, bring me light and laughter, through your holes of heaven, drink me up like sunlight, through nights of steamy winds and ghost dusty love. Powerless I, until the break of ...
Posted by Kayla on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

confused minds of murder schemes

My soul, carved of stone and mantled in my body so sincere, indestructive. Living forever. Past my age of earth power to a distance of height, far-out space galaxy. Why there is no mind, m...
Posted by Kayla on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Poem 49

I know he won't like me. And I'll hate him. Have I not tried hard enough to please him? Am I but a useless ignorant creation of his leftover substances? To denote without reason. He hates me. Wh...
Posted by Kayla on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST