Sunday, March 28, 2010


Claid my skin in silver, so that I can shine.

The world reflects off me, highlighting what is mine.

What is lost to some is home to others.  How can anywhere truely be lost?  It can only be unfound.

The ground breaths under my feet, and the sky sings.

The ground breaths under my soul, and the angels spread their wings.

The ground breaths under my eyes, in long happy sighs.

The ground breaths under my heart, and it opens up my eyes.

The green willows heart is open,

A butterfly glides out from within.

Standing watch over its twin,

In the mirror it knows nothing of sin.

Thursday, March 18, 2010


We are interrupting the normally scheduled blog to bring you this important message:  to the normal author of this blog:  you are very much loved.


Your Kate

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Transportation Subject to Approval

The man said "Be sure to hold your trousers up, because I'm going to be pulling." I nearly died laughing, but it was serious time. You dont laugh in serious time, everyones watching, just waiting to stamp you "rejected, return to sender". Everyone has their game face on, run along, little cow. Walk here, face that way, no shoes, one tray per array.
I have well over 5 times more liquid blood hidden away then they trust the little cows with in bottles and cans. What happens when the Buddhist join the pain game, and set themsleves to shinning in fire and light? How much liquid can the stomach hold? Its a silly place, serious time... Its like the varnish washes thin, and the insanity shows through just where they squeeze the hardest.
When will angels just look after themselves? When will we come to them with reverence?
But its always in nature of some little cows to feel importaint. With their shoots and routes, rules and mules. Come little cow, be not afraid. Its just the laughter house, we sware.
Fate rules the skies, and angels rule over fate. Yet little cows trust everywhere else.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Songs of Sand.

Airports, so much in such a small space. I could sit here and talk about all the things we do here, busy, busy, busy... but the real grace of airports is memories. The coming and going, the hello and goodbye. Of tears there are many, of joy and sorrow, but always that of the missing. Its a place where the apparent order grinds so thin, you can almost feel the chaos raging over from the other side. Such a squished dimension is the fourth, ever pushing from all sides. Like a horde on the dancefloor, it writhes to its own dark cadence. Never happy with where its at, always trying to live on elsewhere down its little string. Humming, thrumming, simply buzzing; like a bumblebee content to share her secret flower patch. So like us in that, time doesn't wish to die.
Its screams echo on; waves building in harmonic phases until it becomes a wave so strong they sweep us away. And just when you cant take anymore... When you feel crushing, eclipsing vibration tearing now apart, phases shift and slip. One song crashes against another, valleys slam peaks into dust. Dunes roll over green pastures, and the four winds swirl in madness. The vale slams shut again... Snap back to reailty... Trapped into gravity...
Im sitting here and its far to quiet. Only cold metal lights shine to brightly. Their humming tubes sing songs so somber, they only serves to underline whats hidden away. I feel so heavy, fighting through this slugish air. I want to whisper to the walls... "Wait for me. I'll be right back. We still sing for you. Wait for me."

Thursday, March 11, 2010

A Night at the Opera

"Apart from this beggar here,
There's no one like you my dear,
Tasting my lips,
No one but you and him"
Forever and ever we both will be one.
The maiden, the fair and the young fell in love.

Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.
Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.

Wherever I'll go you'll be with me,
my first though and my last.
Though we'll depart in bitterness,
one day you'll understand.
Carry on, beloved maiden, mine.

Yesterday's memories, and melodies,
are gone with the wind so sad.
Where everything's pale,
there is no sign of you, I'm alone.
How I wish... you should be here.
I'm alone...
Telling me it's alright.
Come rest your head.
Come rest your head.
Come rest your head.
Come rest your head.
I'm alone and sadness reigns in my heart.
As long as we live, it won't go away.
We are one, but torn apart.

Sadly sings destiny...
Sadly sings destiny...

Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.
Will you still wait for me?
Will you still cry for me?
Come and take my hand.

Harvest of Sorrow,
your seed is grown.

A lesson to learn...
Don't be shy just blame me.
Well, there is no need to feel ashamed,
Remember the oath,
remember the oath.

Under the ice you will believe.
Under the ice you will be free.
Released from rotten thoughts.
No more pain, and no more gods...

Please understand,
it's not in our hands.
Barren the land,
it's all dead and gone.

Khef runs dry...
Khef burns away in flames.
Khef, frozen and still.