Empalagar

by Chevalterre Nabil via KLR

Sept 2011

in Spanish, English & French (automatically translated )



Empalagar...

its synonyms

are to:

overfill

gorge

disgust

satisfy

annoy

fatigue

satiate



eso es & that is

Empalagar...



Yo quiero empalagar

my eyes

with clashing

harmonies

of hot pink

or puple feathers

stitched onto

earthly tones of felt fabric

My masked creations

sculptures to over-adorn

the face.



Yo quiero empalagar

my thoughts

with bizarre scenes

of an elderly pair

tweaking videos

playing on a pc

like children.



Yo quiero empalagar

my ears

with old & new sounds

of French Pop...

Jacque Brel,

Sting,

Blondie,

Mathieu Chedid,

Sean Lennon,

Mecano,

Indochine,

France Gall,

Melissa Auf Der Maur,

Miguel Bose,

La Ley,

et Paul Mauriat.



J'adore

je adore

J'ADORE

c'ette musique!



Yo quiero empalagar

my tongue

with caramel popcorn...



I'd like a cup of soy milk,

Please!



Yo quiero empalagar

my skin

with raindrops



Its scent merging with

the desert winds



Taking me back

nearly tweny years!

In a 5-minute review



{de mon veritable amour

interdite amour

Ah! Son amour}

-of my true love...

forbidden love

Oh, his love!-



{bisous...

nos chevoux longs

mince, corps souple

tenant les uns, les autre}

- kisses...

our long hair!

slender, supple bodies

Holding one another-



... A block away...



My faithful,

best friends

I held them ever so close

five dogs or more...

I watched them each

Make (making) it to Heaven.



Now,

I'm certain

you've had enough

of my stories by now.

! No te/les quize

Empalagar!



I simply must conclude

without being rude



Que quiero completamente

Empalagar

My Soul

with

my sweetheart's kisses



{Ses levres - His lips

{sur mon visage - on my face



{Ses dents - His teeth

{verrouille sur me levres - locked onto my lips!



{Mes dents - My teeth

{sur sa langue - on his tongue



{Ses mains sur ma peau

ses mains sur ma peau?



Ses mains

Sur

Ma Peau!



- His hands on my skin!



{Me retournant a l'enverse...

- Turning me inside out!



{puis-je atteindre l'univers?

...

Can I reach the Universe?

...

(pause, sighs)



My cup runneth over.

I shall not

ask for more.

Demonic Allergies

By Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts

Slam poetry performed by Karla w/ a 'K'

Sept 2011


(read with Southern accent - optional)


I am Allergic to

Ethnicism and Racism


Not sharing the proper terms

to translate for better understanding


Claims of

'We're not catering

to That kind of audience.'


My heart sinks

I lose the will

to pluck my strings


As much as you

want me to entertain

The group has been falling apart.


Half of us make That

kind of audience.


I am Allergic

to Narcissism


Trying to

use my name and title


Called me 'jealous'

for having

invited you,

included you

with the team.


Suckin' up to me

with vast (lots of) nourishment


poisoning my blood

with tons

and tons

of butter.


follow me,

haunt me,

yell at me,

and taunt me.


Suckin' out my good blood

I get diabetic symptoms


Our acquaintance

More than fell apart.


Expect me

to fail

... always asking

'What's Wrong?'


Never answering my calls


for when

it's necessary

to clear the air.


Each moment (every time)

you step into the room

The buttered up lies

(just) Make me sick.


I am Allergic to

empty word-isms

Neglect


I show up to the meeting

& you're shootin' the breeze


I pick up somebody's slack

end up chasin' you down

for a mere $6.50 salary!


I wait for attendance...

I work on marketing propaganda...


I wait

with the ethnicist

who favors the narcissist


feeding me

Poison


draining my good will

the good blood


I'm on the verge

of unloading

all the bad news,

all the drama

on You...


Then I receive

your message...


'I Promise!'


You haven't (ain't even) been present (here)

for over one (a) week


The projects

have been falling apart!


I care no more

to wait astray

at a lonely table

centered in that gallery

of oblivion.


Skepticism

is my antidote


My silence

My neutrality

My personal strength


Can drive you nuts!


Should you perssist

in putting me or anyone down


Assuming the worst


I can get you

the antidote

for that Pessimism.


Though (but),

Not without

Passing through

the oracles


of the grandiose

Karma

and

Dogma!


When you are strong


You'll learn

to trust

and Love

yourself


So Unconditionally


That when

we reunite,


We won't

recognize

one another. (each other.)

Loaded Genitals

*here's a little sex ed for the over-grown kids.
**not for those under the age of 18!

(sung)-->
Shot through the heart!
We are each to blame
Darling,
We all give love a bad name...
(end song)

The college professor
had the entire room
split into two.

Much like
opposing baseball teams
we shook hands
in passing.

None of us knew
one another

Yet, this instructor
proceeded to rape
our minds...

That bitter old bitch
said...
'That's how easily
you can catch AIDS...'

well...
Let's not forget
Syphilis
Gonorrhea
-- there are
different forms
of hu-hu-hu-Herpes...

There are little
midget pervs
making booty calls
to any hoochy
asking her...
'How are you,
honey bunny?
You don't have any outbreaks.
Do you?'

... Do you?

Well...
if you ask
someone who said
they were your friend
to lend an ear...
You can feel bewildered
when they get uptight
and defensive
with the expression:
'I ALWAYS get checked...
That's why
I always get checked!'

goddamn, fucking lying bitch!
You sleep around!..

How many people's
hands did you shake
before mine?
Where you hang out
He hangs out
and she hangs out
and we hang out
He...
I said 'He'
that dude
... carrying a loaded gun
But his partner
calls him out instead
They bicker at each other
like little chicken bitches

You don't believe them
I didn't believe them
We don't believe them

But now that I'm talking to you
Maybe you do Actually
get checked.

I feel an Itch!
An Itch to pull
An Itch to pull a trigger
the trigger of a 9-mil!

She,
and he,
and we
want to pull our triggers
and get trigger happy
with our shaky shaking hands

We wanna commit suicide
cut ourselves
choke ourselves
No!
-- you choke me, baby
'cause it feels so good!

Oh!
It always feels so good!

Your sex feels so good.

I miss you...

Let's you and me play
with our guns.
You gave me this gift...
I can't pass it along
to someone else.

You fucking bastard,
don't run away!!

I pick up the phone,
and call your clones.

go get yourself checked.

Go Get Yourself Checked.

GO get YOURSELF CHECKED

Each of them give me
attitude...
except the last one...
'Sorry, honey --
You did use a condom'

Go Get Checked Anyway!

...If it is so urgent for you
That I get to a clinic
without any money,
Why don't You take me?

And you get mad
'cause you know
you were packin' heat
Even if maybe
perhaps...
maybe...
You didn't shoot me.
You didn't give me nothing...
Maybe.

How many more
hands are you gonna touch
with your guns
Loaded
with venerial diseases?

And still,
he gloats
when he runs into her...

Look, a new baby.
Right out in public!
The bastard/bitch
has multiplied.

I lie, and say
'I am happy for you.'
Because I don't wanna rape
an evesdropper's mind
with what I know about you.

... Concealed weapon, and all.
Take me around to the alley.

Pull it out
- AIM

(sung)
& Shoot through my Heart!
I am to blame
We all give love
a bad name...
We All give Love
A bad name.
(end song)