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Sunday, November 7, 2010

I.D.W.M.M.

Note to anyone reading:

** Always research thoroughly before creating.

*We all deserve to live well and be well...


" I Don't Wear MAC Makeup"
by KLR/Chevalterre Nabil

Mujer fronteriza
Las Hnas. Mulleavy
con su linea cosmetica Rodarte
al juntarse con la Co. MAC
quisieron recordarte
que siempre hay
quienes quieren matarte

and they say they are sorry
they are so fucking sorry...

This might be how it went...

"Oye Kate...
Si Laura?
no te gusta SoCal?
Ay si mucho...

Vamos al cine.
Okay, sister!

Ay... la J-Lo
looks so hot
in this movie - Bordertown...

J-Lo's Latina?
Mexicana?
Ay, who cares...
Estoy inspirada!

Nosotras decender del Zacate...
No hermana...
El Abuelo decirnos que Zacatecas!

Y le llamamos a MAC!
oh, what fun!!"

... but The Frisky bloggers
figured you out
ratted you out
Rodarte -
par de mensas

And Thank You,
Teresa Puente
for your powerful
Chicanisima blog
on ChicagoNow.com

The recalled items...
Nail Polishes
Blushes
and Lip Sticks

in the ugliest colors
with the worst titles:
- Ghost Town
- Juarez
- Factory
- Del Norte
- Borderlands
- Border Town
- Sleepwalker...

Glamorizing violence (2x)

don't get it yet?

te digo mujer...
Las Mulleavy-Rodarte
quieren recordarte
que hay todavia
quienes quieren
y pueden matarte

te vas a dejar? (2x)
y las vas a dejar?

No compres MAC makeup...
si no dejaras a su sistema ganar

Don't let 'em win...

capitalizing
and promoting War (2x)

their colors of War.

They tried to claim proceeds went to charity
They're not right here
en la frontera
to see with clarity

Kate et Laura...
Ferme sa bouche
et la boutique
tu est beauf
stupid Rodarte line

Ferme sa bouche
et la boutique
tu est beauf
stupid MAC makeup

ooh...
pique toi
MAC makeup (2x)

And we women of the US-Mexico border
Reside in Juaritos
Reside in El Chuco!
We Survive
We're Strong
Strive
Again, We are Alive!

Yeah, call me a freak bitch, baby...
I don't wear Rodarte/MAC makeup.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Day of the Dead

Chevalterre Nabil (Karla)
Reading with Rincon Bohemio...








the poem performed by Chevalterre Nabil is titled "Prayer to Lord Yama"
I truly hope that anyone reading gets a better understanding of the Holiday known as Dia de los Muertos.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Monster Love of My Life

written at Tumblewords Project
by Chevalterre Nabil 2 Oct 2010

(--\../--)
\..\/../
\..../
V
presentation by Robin Scofield
Robin notes:
"Away of writing:
Writing is one of the free ways of human activities"

To love him would be stupid

I love him
yet I forgive him (5x)

... because I hate him...

No I love him.
He's still human,
after all his evil
demonic-animal ways

To love him would be stupid

His disfunctional brain
he's still a human.
- cruel intentions
he's still human

Though he's violated
me in every way possible...

To love him would be stupid.

a forced kiss on the lips
- I was 5
a fondle
- I was 9
he locked me in my own playhouse
- I was 8
he'd pushed me to the ground
- I was 6
he bragged to his friends
about how good I was to my boyfriend
- I was 14
he abandoned me on a Juarez ruta-bus
- I was 15

To love him would be stupid.

He'd targeted
and hated me (5x)

all my life
Yet I've been through worse shit
than his shit

fie years ago
he'd stolen my identity
- I received a bill
about a phone line
in Colorado where
he'd resided for ten years

As soon as I reported him
He packed his bags
and moved into our mother's house.

Yes... (2x)

To love him would be stupid.

My brother
my own flesh and blood
and dare I blog
and publish this story
it documents
all the turmoil
he's caused in my life...

but even after the 1980's molestation...
I forgave him...

He thought he'd controlled me (3x)

He thought he'd controlled his:
ex-wife
our mother
our grandmother
our bloodline
his girlfriend...
... curse Her witchcraft,
and they lie calling themselves
Christians-uh!

To love him would be stupid.

To love him would mean
he gets away with his crimes.

I forgive him...
because he has seen
he cannot break me.
he has seen
how Family fortifies and bonds
he has seen that
should he keep ACTING
he gains more
positive support
attention and love
from us all...

I warn to our Madre...
cuidado -
To love him would be stupid
- cuidado
because I love him too.

Yet I forgive him...
He will pay his own debts.

Love Sick, Sick Love

Written 16 Oct 2010, at Tumblewords Project
by Chevalterre Nabil
presentation theme: Morrissey State of Mind
discussion: Steven Patrick Morrissey as the writer and poet/lyricist vs. the musician.
Notes: And the day's weathers have been wonderful all day.
And I love them
then I hate them
I love them
they hate me
They love me mad
They love me madly
They love me dearly mad
and madly
Their dreadful love
I too - do love
My unconditional love
Their morbid love
filled with conditions
ammunitions
aimed at me
at each other
conditioned ammo
fire away!
They shoot loving
deadly words
past their lips
lying...
I don't say it to hurt you.
Their mouths of machine guns
repeating those hurtful words
- Take them like salt
it stings.
- Take them like sugar
it corrodes.
- Take them like fried rice
it fattens
oh, little fattie:
You're too dark.
Change your hair.
Get married already
or get two boyfriends...
I control you
control you...
and like their eldest offspring...
Me being the youngest...
My twin born five years before me
... slick back our hair
Remove my feminine makeup...
we each look the same
since our births.
Always quiet...
loners?
But when our physical creators
are out hunting each other
down
down
down
all over town
My healthy sibling and I
at different ends...
control our child-like bloodline...
Raise an eye-brow...
No fighting
No cursing
No pushing
No shoving...
Absolutely no abuse allowed!
Treat the monsters sweetly...
They forget their invisible worries...
Color their world pleasently...
And we can sit in Mother's garden
in the family picnic.
Always being aware...
for when there's an offset
one, two, or all three of them explode...
Meanwhile...
live the unrealistic fantasy out
for each of them...
While they still think they're controlling you,
themselves,
and each other.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Uncesored Friendship (anecdote)

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Monday, September 6, 2010

Cinnamon/Canela

This was originally a signature I used to use on my hotmail e-mails.
Originally written in 2001, while I was in the U. S. Navy.
**
Happy Labor Day!!
**
Cinnamon...
Add it to your java
It makes you warm like lava
And as you take a swallow
It fills you not to hollow.
**
===========
**
Canela...
Agregale a tu java
Te calienta como lava
Y cuando des un trago
Te llena como un profundo lago.
**
=====
**
===

Crush on the English Teacher

This is a memoir...Though the thought and feeling does not apply, as I'd reunited with Mr. Herrera from my Jr. High school two years ago, I still dedicate this to him... And it is because of him that I am a writer!
-- 12 Aug. 2005, by KLR before Chevalterre Nabil
**
**
I have a crush on my English teacher
**
All the others hate him
because he's such a preacher
**
Discipline in writing
is what he asked for
**
The 'A' plus on my paper
is what I'm glad...
**
For,
I have a crush
on my English instructor
**
Each day I attend class
music inside me is played
by the chore conductor.
**
**
..... pop quiz: after having read this poem, leave the answer in the comments.
The question is: what is the "chore conductor"
Clue 1: referred from the title
Clue 2: it's an organ

Bus/Ruta- un petit poem

Un petit poem de KLR avant Chevalterre Nabil
12 Aug 2005
**
..._=-`\/'-=_...
**
I Missed the Bus
-----
Sitting & waiting
After two hours
It's late.
**
Looking & asking
Oh!
On the opposite side?
I missed my date!
**
..._=-`\/'-=_...
**
Se Paso la Ruta
-----
Sentada, esperando
Se hace tarde
Despues de dos horas
**
Busco, preguntando
?Paso del otro lado?
!Mejor ni me enfado!
**
..._=-`\/'-=_...

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Rain :: Lluvia

Pour KLR et Chevalterre Nabil
C'est un petit poem q'el s'appelle:

RAIN
------
Rain
It drips
**
Rain
It pours
**
A kiss
from your lips
**
And my heart
is yours.
-----
<'^~-_____-->+<--_____-~^'>
-----
LLUVIA
---------
Lluvia
chorrea
**
Lluvia
gotea
**
Atas mi corazon
como una correa
**
Porque tu beso
me tontea
-----
Original illustration by "AutomaticStream"
rendering via Photobucket.com
**
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

RED ... parts I & II

complete piece written in July of 2005
by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil
-----
---
-----
Red it bleeds
Red it drips
**
I wipe away at my nose
with my fingertips
**
The concrete
as I knelt
**
strangely, no cut
I felt
**
As I rose
to stand erect
**
That bright red
was quite direct
**
A child I was
sad and sobbing
**
The hot red
pressure throbbing
**
Chasing a boy
while riding a bike
**
Falling to my knee
the red did like
**
Through tiny pores
like little ants
**
Yellow they turned
infected under my pants
**
The stinging stain
embarrassed me
**
In summer school,
figured out its chemistry
**
The red
during puberty
**
Did not infect
my purity.
**
*<..._____-----...<*>...-----_____...>*
**
True heartache,
open wounds
**
Empty flesh hollows
Red-covered tombs
**
In shock I was
the period seized
**
The red not coming
I was not pleased
**
Heart and knuckles
in red are tarred
**
Forever
they are scarred
**
On the job
grey dust turns red
**
Through my respirator,
dizziness in my head
**
I pray at church
they serve me red
**
I eat my dumplings
they serve me red
**
I can breathe
but red comes out
**
Plasma, blood clots
I curse and shout
**
My paranoia
lurks and hides
**
For thirty days
red spills from all sides
**
Deep breathing
Deep meditation
**
Controlling the bleeding
no slack or hesitation
**
The red flows
as it is meant to be
**
Distastefully,
it is a curse to me
**
the Red
inside me boils
**
All the clothing
it soils
**
I cannot continue
eve or day
**
Without some red
spilling away
**
I fear
when in private
**
If you see it
I want to hide it
**
You ask me why
I fear the Red
**
It is a danger
inside my head
**
Like a trigger
for a bull
**
Red restrains me
into a lull.
**

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Bonita Little Cockatiel

A memoir written by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil, in 28 July 2005.
This poem is dedicated to "Bonita", the family's pet bird. She'd passed on at 0630 on 27 July 2005.
**
----------
**
Our little bird
Our little friend
You were with us
until the end
**
You befriended us
distracting my mother
from her garden
**
I met you while
atop the kitchen table
you were hoppin'
**
We fed you bread crumbs
until you pooped
**
My mother's linens
stained and gooped
**
You needed a home
Grandpa got you a cage
**
We gave you accomodations
You sure didn't smell like sage
**
We called you "bonito"
(sometimes pajilolo)
We thought you were pretty
and a male too
**
We were so ignorant
after seeing
you could lay an egg
...ooh!
**
You were my best friend
for only with me
you'd chirp and dance
**
Whenever I'd pass
you'd caw and prance
**
You wanted to fly
we'd drprived you
of space
**
And trusting me
you perched on my hand
with such grace
**
Clicking and knocking for snacks
Tortillas and pancakes
with you we shared
**
And the doggie just waiting
as your snacks fell
to eat them, he dared!!
**
So much love was shared
I am sure you left
**
But now bits of our hearts
will melt
**
No longer will you
whistle along with the sirens
bark with the dog
**
nor will you
chatter with the crowd
or climb up on your log
**
Remember when
you'd caw the syllables
of my name
**
Each morning
you'd play that
cute little game
**
Blaming the dog
for your mess of bird feed
"wow-wow-wow-wow-wow!"
**
Now he looks for you
wondering,
"She's gone? but how?"
**
We shall solemnly miss
your spunky plumage
and lush, red cheeks
**
And when dad whistles
I'll remember how you'd
sing along with sweet peeps
**
Fairwell our feathered friend
**
Aurevoir my petite and pretty bird
**
Where another cockatiel calls
**
Yours will certainly be heard.
**
**
**

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Unsettled Heart

by KLR before Chevalterre Nabil
28 June 2005
**
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
I feel like a mess
I feel like a fool
*
So many men with whom I'd lay
So many men that I would do
An easy way of relieving stress
That sleasy joy filling my pool
*
If only it were yesterday
When i still had you
Before I met sex
Our dreams we'd thread into a spool
*
We said we would stay
You said you'd write too
Our paths became so complex
My anxiety and impatience began to rule
*
I'm not yet old nor grey
Longer than a decade, since I saw you
The spool has not unraveled
I long to be in your arms
*
We've headed towards each other's way
Holding me, you missed me too
But our hearts have been graveled
And useless are my charms
*
Please don't let me become astray
I only want to be with you
All these men, they have me mangled
The curse on me must be lifted
*
Send me a sign for me to stay
Do not let me say "adieu"
This anxiety and impatience get me strangled
I'm reaching out for help, to be lifted.
*

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Military Drug

by Karla/KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil

20 June 2005


*previous publication on Virgogray Press' "Valium" Anthology

and June 2009 issue of Fever News - El Paso, TX' first gay magazine/newspaper.


14


JOINED THE ROTTEN OL' TIN CANS

a. k. a. R. O. T. C.

drills & drills 7 the comaraderie.

I love it

Do I get enough of it?

I'm failing Pre-Cal & Chemistry

So's I quit & keep the chloroforms.


19 1/2


RECRUITED MYSELF INTO THE NAVY

they call me a squid

a shellback I'll become

I love it

Goin' from green to blue

I'm losin' weight, keepin' in shape

2 to 3 hours a day to skip the lunch plate.


19 3/4


GET FLOWN TO THE GREAT MISTAKES

a.k.a. Illinois' Great Lakes

cold & windy

I love it

El Paso my home? What's that?

Service week in the galley washin' dishes & racks

A L. A. chola didn't watch my back

So's I broke my back. Can I make it?


almost 20


GOIN' ACROSS THE STREET TO N.T.C.

finally graduated B.T.C.

I'm completely lost

I love it!

So's I make out by the lake

& freestyle dance with a date.


20


EARNED A 2-WEEK BREAT & VISIT THE FAMILY

they told me they were improving?

I hate it!

they just keep on fighting

So's I party

'till my next duty station


still @ 20


FLOWN TO JAPAN, LAND OF MACROSS & SAILORMOON

nothing but colorful manga & anime

I love it!

because I can drink

KAMPAI!

So's I learned in Yokosuka

there's no concept of zero.


21


I'VE BEEN TO RUSSIA, CHINA, KOREA,

Singapore, Bali, Guam, Australia

I love it!

can't get enough of it, love.

So's I shop & drink & dance my liberty away

bust my arse 'till I hurt my back again.


22


I'M NOT THIN ANYMORE

the pounds I've gained -- galore!

I've been pushin' the Xenedrine!

gettin' my Anthrax & Percocet!

So's I shake in my sleep

Motrin's tasteless candy &

Black gum has Nicotine?

I used to not smoke!


22 1/2


SURVIVED SEEIN' WRITE & JOHNSON'S

live amputation...

because of 2, 4, 6, 8 -

thousand mistakes

We don't appreciate.

So's I shake in my sleep & dream of healing

I loved those guys

& hate that they're gone.


23


ONCE A MONTH, LEARNIN' TO DANCE SEXY SALSA

sleepin' with nice rich European men

I love it

get too much of it

So's I wanna find love

in the land of the crimson sun.


24


MY EX-BOYFRIENDS WANT ME BACK

I feel so outta wack!

I loath it!

Cannot stand it! ...

They can't love me...

So's I get peshed off my wankin' knickers...

So's I go ride horses cause they're

such good kickers -- Wooh!


24 3/4


SINKIN' LIKE ARSE

have no privacy? no liberty!

Everyone wants a piece of me...

I HATE IT

GONNA LOSE IT!

So's I stop:

... I forgot to jump overboard

I have 3 months left...

there is life after death.


25


BEEN BACK HOME

"Hell Paso" they call it.

I love it.

I missed it

So's I get some jobs

pay the bills.


26


WORKIN' FOR THE MINIMUM

these easy skate jobs & teenagers

call 'em careers?!

I'm bored

needing a challenge

So's I sign up for the Guard -- HOOAH!


26 1/2


LOSIN' WEIGHT, KEEPIN' IN SHAPE

It's too damn easy!

... but wait!!


I just turned 27

I'm in Kentucky's Ft. Knox

can't even go to the 7-11


I could run in El Paso

My body's in shock

I feel like a fatso


Recruiters & MEPS deprived me of training

I am in numbing pain

Pills & drugs come pouring down like raining


Lord Almighty

what have I done?

A WAR inside me

has begun!


Green to Blue

Blue to Green

there are some differences

I have seen.


Only one thing

just won't change:


That "Military Drug"


YOU LOVE IT

YOU WANT IT?


I won't be a hypocrite

tell you to not join

this is only

a fraction of my story


So's all I can say is,

"Getcha Some!"

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

1st FREE HOLE Slam of the 2nd Season

and of course, this is thanks to Free Hole Slam Poets!!

In these videos, you'll see Karla reading for Chevalterre Nabil.

AND OF COURSE HONORABLE MENTION TO:
SERENITY WHO WON THE SLAM!!!
YOU'LL ALSO SEE: FRANK... AND A NEWCOMER






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Sunday, July 11, 2010

Little Untitled Story

Written at TWP 10 July 2010

Bring in your smile
for a while
your rosie cheeks
you present to me
askin' for colors
red...
no!
A brighter red
with a glossy finish
well finish!
Gosh, you're bossy...
I'm gettin' your glitter, babe
and I layer, and layer
with my brush
you feel a rush...

And when it's done
you're more than ready
and willing
to come undone
on the dance floor...

'Cause with me
as you can see

you get your face painted
with my art painted
yes, indeed
on your face

the cherry red
eye-poppin'
bright red
fruits...
yes cherries...

out of all the listed
vast pages
with designs
in the O. P.'s
quiet bar...

on a fantastically
fabulous
Friday night.

C. N. via KLR

Block Party dedication

Written at Tumblewords 10 July 2010

Ode to Sunset Heights Block Party:

Block Party
bohemians...
bikini babes
painted up
painted down
walkin' by
my compadres
and comadres
we
dance
groove
and jive
under the scorching
El Paso sun
our brown-Earth skins
burn...
lovin'
the Sunset Heights block
lovin' each other
belly dancin'
fire dancin'
skateboard dancin'
it's all romancin'

'buy my art
feed my heart'
we call out to
one another...
our neighbors

We sit,
chill...
share
the atmosphere

Our friends' music
all day
we are here
throughout
it's far out
That Sunset Heights
Block Party

were you there?
oh, friend
I was there...

and everyone glowed
in that incense-caressed
atmosphere
as our neighborhood
Sun did set
we each shone
brighter
stronger
in hapiness
harmonious
Our auras shown
in a rainbow's hues
technicolored spirits
and I'd shown
a clear...
light and easy
true blue
At peace
content.

C. N. via KLR

Construction

Inspired by Ruben Alvarado, El Paso Slam Poet from Chicago
He has presented for the first time at Tumblewords Project writing workshop.
The presentation has included the encouragement of natural free flow of writing
with Ruben's Spoen Word declamations and Hip Hop tracks. - 10 June 2010
-----------
Construction's the function
since the day of my birth
384 moons later...
And this moon
shines on the site
and the site grows
it grows...
Machinery...
bull dosers and cranes
dig into our Mother
Earth
She's bare
and naked
alas -- alive
she remains...
As I walk
home
to work
to the coffee shop
museums
libraries
to work...
to work
I'm trying to get there
arrive...
Alarum -
Orange
Barrier -
Orange
The green light says 'yay'
the Orange cones
and yellow tape say 'nay'
But I am not astray
I know there's another way
to detour
the signs do say
As everything
in this vast life
changes
my direction
changes
learning
and relearning
the mind expanding
so do my lungs
expanding
As I inhale
breathing in
the Earth's scent...
in my neighborhood
of Sunset Heights
where...
The Sun and the Moon
do shine upon us
guiding new paths
around the city's refurbishing
El Paso
reconstructing...
Its historical...
Vintage
walkways
Old El Paso
Old Fort Bliss
the former
1920's China Town
Railroads
underground...
Oregon St.
And the construction grows
Alarum - orange
extends
And the nation comprehends
detouring
around and about
Montana...
Rio Grande...
Luna Grande...
shines upon us
shines upon
the naked desert
Earth...
where the alkies hang out...
pass by
slip 'em a nickel
or not at all
'cause they see you everyday
in your everyway
Yeah...
dressed in your brown skin
Earth skin...
bare feet
inside zapatos
still feel...
Her rugged
unlevelled
soil
walk down and up
the rugged path
when everyone sleeps...
and travel to another
world.
C. N. via KLR

Thursday, July 1, 2010

La Neta del Planeta

Dedico este poema a mi primo Jaime DL (que en paz descanses),
y nuestra familia sobreviviente.

La neta del planeta
Esque yo no soy profeta
Pero como profeta
Les quisiera decir
Que por favor
Me hagan reir
Anden, todos a sonreir
Que la luz
Nos haga a cada uno
Lucir
Profundamente
Y hasta afuera
Como un juego
De sube y baja
Que nunca baja
Y que no se nos bajen
Los animos
Y las ganas
De sentir,
Vivir,
Alabar,
Añorar,
Gozar,
Y amar…
O Por Dios
Dejame amar!
Con mis compadres y comadres
En un juego de
Por arriba.
Por abajo,
Por un lado,
Por el otro,
Y para donde vamos?
Por cual rumbo damos?
Pos' para viejos que zumbamos
Porque adelante le seguimos
Como Dorotea y sus amigos
Follow the yellow brick road,
Y siguen el yellow brick road,
Siguen y siguen,
Siguen y siguen,
Siguen por ese rumbo
Al destino
Del infinito…
Se atraviesa
Un juego
De hop scotch
Tira tu piedrita
Y dale…
Dos y dos son cuatro,
Cuatro y dos son seis
Seis y dos son ocho
Y ocho diez-y-seis
Es mas,
Agregale diez-y-seis
Y tienes mi exacta edad
Para decir la verdad
Y la verdad es la neta
Que en este planeta
Y como dije
Desde un principio
No nos vamos
A joder
Ni chingar
Ni fregar
El alma
Porque
La venganza
No es buena
Solo envenena
Al igual que el odio
Una mente en vejez
Llena de tristez’
Por abusos,
Vicios
Y tontes
Al pinche demonio
Y deja todo eso atras
Pasa…
La vida pasa
Vivela en paz
En harmonia
Con todo ajeno
Con tranquilidad
Hermandad
En este planeta
Esa’s la neta
Y como profeta
Puesto que
No lo soy,
He dicho ya!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

She Wants the Real Thing

Feeling smitten
emotes for a broken heart
to pump a little faster
and feel tickled
Karma starts giggling
sending cute little notes
to the one
who made you feel that way...

But Johnny is mistaken...
Karma's not so easily distracted

Her heart is strong

Johnny assumed
she'd be vulnerable

So Karma's gotta return
these Rose-colored glasses...

It's not personal...
but they have annoyed her.
Rose-colored glasses...
Heh!

She don't want
a wouldbe boyfriend
or woudlbe girlfriend
She wants a partner

She don't want to talk
about future plans
She wants to discuss
current situations
they need to be handled

She don't just want
lunch and a movie
She wants, with Baron
to serve a cause
And share the wealth
with fellow homosapiens

Karma enjoyed
Johnny's light caresses
but not much more is felt
that way
She prefers a firm gesture
a mutual embrace

She don't want to hear
that Johnny don't sing after all...
that after all those talks
he never wrote anything
from the heart

She'd rather co-write
and harmonize
with Baron...
to their rhythms and beats
they can reach out to others
with their souls

She don't want
30-min-reports
of Johnny's insignificant happenings

It makes her sick

Johnny eats out all the time.

Baron appreciates a home cooked meal.

Karma's happy to know...
For when she pays a visit
she doesn't arrive empty-handed

She don't want to hear Johnny
at midnight
jerkin' off
to the beat of his hands

She'd prefer to be with Baron
merging
to the beat of their hearts

Yes, they beat in unison
Yes, they roll together

And why?
Cause she prefers to visit the Rose Garden

Versus hearing -
the empty promise of getting one

Karma don't want a fake romance.

She desires true love.

and she sings to Baron...

"We sound good together
baby
And I knew it
from the start

We can groove together
darlin'
the love grows
straight from our hearts

I don't want
no fake emotions

I don't care for canned pumpkin pie

I want us to fly free
together

and never say goodbye."

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Picnic Anecdote

Dedicated to my friend Rachel - Whom I'd met in 1989
And yes Rachel - I too always remember when we were little girls in 5th grade.


"Picnic Anecdote"
Chevalterre Nabil - 19 June 2010

Life...

being such a picnic

All these ants
of different kinds:
green
red
blue
white!
even Brown...

they line up
trailing

encircling
the food

to take it.

I lean in to talk to them
'Friends,
That is my food
I need it'

Some will unite and take chunks out
with all their force
and run away

Some hide pinches
and sneak off
without making a sound

the others move on
to the next cloth
in the park

I can be brighter
and snatch my sandwich away
and then
I don't miss out...

on the flavors
textures on my taste buds
swallowing richness
and feeling nourished.

Otherwise
settling for junk food
makes me run over to the roach coach

then I have lost much more
and gained little.

and those sort of efforts
and lack of effort
do lead to:
weakness
illness

In realizing this:
My body begins to change
morphing...

to one of an ant
I am the queen ant

I rise
and reach out to my troops
get it together

I lead well
as we work as a team

We get just the needed food

avoiding surplus supplies
prevents potential poisoning

With enough supplies
and proper care
we grow stronger.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Monsters in My Life, series of 5 minis

Beginning experiment at Tumblewords Project.
there may be video integrated to each of these.

test run just the written versions for now...

1. We - excited to reunite, embraced
but you yanked at my hair so hard!
As I cried - you were coldly indifferent.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(this is about a woman pulling my hair at a book reading, and seriously hurting me - later denying the event happened. - she swore she didn't realize it happened.)

2. The phone rings, rings, and rings
while you suffer through your attack
I'm left to talk into your machine.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(this is about not the person being a monster, but the bipolar monster around him scaring him from communicating with me as a friend - I feel for him.)

3. I wanted to climb the tree
As I slipped and scraped my arms
you stepped back and let me fall.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(this is about a girl's dad, not preventing her fall from wanting to climb a tree, and later blaming her stubborness. Girls are supposed to trust their fathers.)

4. You delayed our travels
told me to wait for you
and left me behind.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(this is about a brother downright abandoning his little sister in a foreign country on a public bus, late at night. She saves herself by being aware of her surroundings, and using the closest phone.)

5. You stole a phone
rejoicing in
collecting money to return it.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(a clue: he's a sociopath)

Friday, June 4, 2010

Behind "IHABR&AIT" and "SGoP"

Research to back up:
"I Had a Bad Romance and Ate it Too"
and
"Saving Grace of Protest"

I do dedicate this to Raquel T. Lynn.
She's suffered the torment of a sociopath
and still does, as they have a child together.

Know the signs of the disorder known as:
Antisocial Personality Disorder

and keep yourself and others Safe.

Monday, May 31, 2010

"The Saving Grace of Protest"

by Chevalterre Nabil
written in 30 minutes
Labor Day 2010
==========
Say it loud
Sait it proud
---
Say it clear
and stay near
---
As you express
and protest
---
the truth
must be confessed
---
there's much love
to be professed
---
Silence isn't gold
All the words
which within you hold
---
Begin to rot
and form to mold
---
For when you're a coward
not at all witty
nor bold
---
Your internal mulch
beginning to seep
and protrude
makes you explode!
---
Those rancid holes
you tend to
and harness
---
You cannot
push me into it
---
As my friends' love
sets me free
---
Their words
of kindness and concern
protest your wicked enchantment
with glee
---
Oh, my beloveds!
for thee
I reach!
---
And say
Thank you!
---
for the shield
formed by
your protesting words
---
And when
I remembered myself
---
and my yearning
for happiness
and freedom
---
which the hating witch
allowed me
so seldom...
---
I embraced the shield
and it broke me free...
---
The witche's enchantment
was one of loathing
and disgust.
---
I'd felt compassion
for him
... we each thought
rescuing each other
was a must
---
But with time
He did drain me
---
So blind I became
I could not seek
---
to pull myself
out of the emotional dungeon
---
and he'd maintained
me there
---
naked and bare
Lustful his glare
---
He'd provided
so long as I begged
---
I'd yearned for
warm touches
---
not cold, boring
tongue lashings
in the bed.
---
Then he'd let me wander
dazed... astray
---
I'd asked...
Why can I not find
my way?
---
Oh, come and see me
for one day.
---
And he said...
No.
That it was
not in his plans...
---
and clearly
not in his heart
---
I reached for my shield
and pushed us apart.
---
Now I am back
healthy, serene.
---
and again, my friend,
Thanks for saying
just what you mean.

Friday, May 28, 2010

I Asked for a Bad Romance, and Ate it Too!

by Chevalterre Nabil,
28 May 2010
From the beginning
you doubted 'us',
As I convinced myself
that you were the one.
You've been writing
your lines
more cleverly
than mine.
I admire that...
of course,
that's fine.
But no longer
can I give you:
- my good vibes
- my body
- my heart
- nor my soul...
You bragged
that you don't pray
and that's a shame
Because you
have taken advantage
of my prayers and meditations
You've led me on
texting,
"lick, lick, lick"
Yet you pay
for my ticket
to go see you
"prick, prick, prick"
Unfulfilled
you've left me
with agreed freedom
to play
And when I ask you to share
tales of a probable mistress
Outloud you deny:
- and your bed's vibe
- your toys
- your eyes
- your internet user history
- the myspace comments left over
- the sticky cam-corder
- the way you ignore me
- forgetting to read my e-mails
- you don't mention me to your son
- or your mom, whom I miss.
Your lack of courtesies
And while I got turned on
You started snoring...
You grinned
as I claimed neglect..
And as you prepare for leave,
you won't bother to see me
in my home town...
"not for one day"
(My friends warned
in concern.)
It never entered your mind.
Your ex,
the mother of your child...
like her --
I'll never be
horrifically submissive
And be abused by your
lack of compassion...
I'd asked
how you felt about
some situations
You gave your quickie -
vague, ambiguous answers:
"Sure.. okay...
I want you as a partner,
but don't know what kind.
... and IF you're comfortable,
it's fine by me."
And no matter what...
with or without me,
You're MAD,
PISSED,
and TORKED
All over little shit
And - no wonder...
your co-workers
disrespect you.
No wonder I too
have fallen out
of liking you.
I am
no page
in your chapter
Cause
I want
and demand
some dick
and pussy
either or
with boobies
all over my face
And mylover's face
between my...
Ha-ha-ha!!!
You sexted
"lick, lick, lick"
and you thought
it was cute.
- losing your poetic license
So what...
I had asked
for a bad romance
and it's true
I got it
from you.
Abuse and neglect
are for no one
... neither me
nor you.