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)

Prayer to la Sagrada Tierra

April 5, 2011

'...Madre de gracia
Madre de misericordia
en la vida
y en la muerte
amparanos gran señora...'

Protect us dear Mother
protect us from our own fears

How could we have manifested
these needless tears
throught generations?
centuries?

Yet we've not reached past
our ignorance,
vast confusion.

We are in constant fear
of your wrath...
that you,
Grandious Earth
will swallow us alive

We're brain-washed
assuming we've damaged you
immensly!

When to you,
the cuts and bruises
are mere pimples.

We humans are mere
microorganisms
traveling around
your magnificent,
bodacious body

Dear Mother...
your core is unreachable,
untouchable,
Sacred!

Your skin is rich and fertile
in tan and red tones

Your hair grows
and grows...
freshly lush
green and sweet...

I love to taste your hair
its nutrients I enjoy!

Your blood
ebbs... it flows
through the elements

Water
Wind
Fire

! te adoro
Oh, Madre Tierra!

tercer planeta
en el Milky Way

Silky it looks
in the Universe

sweet it must taste
to demi gods

You wear
slight cleavage
voluptuous curves
in your deep valleys
and high mountain ranges

Whether you ever
feel ill
or really great

your body quivers,
it quakes!

How could we so microbial
for so long
still assume that
we hurt you?

You can shake us off
like chain-linked ants
we could seize to exist
and you
not only can
not only will...

You just have
and will Be!

I write this to you
Mother, dear
because I know

that no chemicals,
no plastics,
no electronics
could ever harm you.

You gave man kind
the materials
the minerals

to use...
experiment with

to us in 500 years.
to you, in a few days
Everything we manufacture
will return to what it was.

The Hopi know
what you're all about.
So they just don't worry.

Can the rest of us
do the same?

You sneezed...
scratched an itch

and it flooded houses
swiped out
entire cities

You say... 'oops!"
God gives us strength.

And still we do
cherish
and worship you
So

'... Por la señal
de la Santa Cruz
de nuestros enemigos
libranos señor nuestro...'

Free us
from assuming
so much
about this Earth
we live in.

When we follow
your path

We know what we're capable of
and can just be.

French Toast for 2

written 21 June, 2011
- Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts
(about two former friends,
whom at the time were not bad company.)

veggie oil & margerine
heat up
melt
& merge
in the hot plate
pan.

4 slices
each of
wheat bread
toast lightly
in pairs

A chicken and rooster
teased each other
danced together

The chicken
screams
little bulbs
come out
of her body

i find these things
in dozens
out of
a grocery store.

Taking a pair
two embrios
merged
three, if one
of them was twins

A nurturing dash
of milk
- powdered
& mixed in H2O

Such minerals
could only
do wonders...

blend the liquids
and plasmas

Highlight the batter
with Cinnamon.

Listen to trance
and dance
all freaky.

Bathe your toasted
slices in liquid
poultry babes

Each one
kindly
caringly
lovingly

Until fluffy
and crispy
on all six sides
of the cubic grains

White doilies
White lace
on brown skin.

Cut and serve
on two plates
of royal blue.

In a little home
on a little table
and little chairs

Drizzle & bathe
each dish
with chunks
of fruit and nuts

Strawberries red
Canteloupe vermillion
to paint the town

sweet

crushed walnuts
sliced almonds
to remove
an inner frown

syrupy sweet

Say a prayer,
a chant,
if you will...

Think of someone
you care for:

"Ever'ting's Gon'be Irie"

Play music
of another origin -
Its lyrics
are of travels
and love...

Dig in
chat and smile
at your friend...

You each
thinking of
those you care for.

Abstractism - Painting Classes @ Glasbox!

Saying "Hi" (song)

by Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts - 4 June 2011

Heading down south
in El Chuco town
El Chuco town

Just left the library
and texting you

I wait for
the Sun Metro

Have a small snack:
pizza combos

Heading down south
in El Chuco town
it's my home town

Cathedral bells
chime
a short chime

bus comin' over the hill
chimes mark 2:45 p.m.

bus arrives
I slide my card

steppin onboard
I step aboard

Headin' down south
in El Chuco town

and so are you
and so am I
and so we are

He wears
brown, green, white
swirls

I text you

He wears
big glittered red hat

you text back

big glittered red shoes
clown shoes
el payasito

mira...

He's very tall

Tu eres very tall
y stepping off the bus

I just noticed you
Lighting
your cig

under a brown cap
a brown cap

I head further south
near Juaritos
in El Chuco town...

I text you back
I text you back

We was on the same bus
you see my friend
you saw my friend

You text me back
you text me back

I was on the same bus
you laughed, my friend
we laughed, my friend

steppin' off el bus
at the terminal

our day was kinda bad
I was almost a little mad

but since we almost ran into each other
we both were rather glad

we each were rather glad.

Fatigued

Woke up to fresh air
caressed by browns
sage green

in a daze,
I walked downhill...
surrounded by heavy traffic.
Are you in that traffic?

your sage hair
matching your sage attire

Are you in that traffic?

I woke up again to fuscia,
loving fuscia

the air is fresh

the sun tans me in my somber

I am brown
a little red
quite naturally

phone texts exhaust me...
I tried to tell you
you couldn't hear me

too much traffic
of thoughts
in the air

thoughts between us exhaust me.

Please stop following me.

But please
stay close.

Soon I'll be rested
Soon I'll awaken.

Glasses

April 5th, 2011

Glasses to see
glasses to protect
to project

glasses to read
glasses to let sunshine in
glasses to block UV rays
glasses shaped
cut
doubled up

Benjamin Franklin invented bifocals

glass fittings:
short,
wide,
long,
narrow,
and tall

glasses in view ports
on Navy vessels
telescopes
periscopes
binoculars
microscopes...

Melt sand -
make some glass:
sculpt it
shape it
serve some water,
make it plural
join me!

Glasses to find:
people in the dark
birds in trees
worms in holes
hairs on moles
viruses on malignant growths

I'm honest,
it's true...
glasses to find growths on trees
such as fungi,
plants

Glasses to screen
screens replicating
xerox copies
scannings
scanner art
photographing
teletubing

the Curies discovered radium
Ramsay and Travers discovered neon

small glass screens
assisting in:
calculating
computing
telecommunicating
transferring solar energy

Glasses containing
glasses in colors
chromotherapy
color therapy

Stained glass lamp shades in a bar
stories depicted in the Cathedral

ancient Egyptians created the Dendera Lightbulb

Incandecent Lightbulbs --
Reinvented Filaments:
Davy's platinum,
Lindsay's light demo
De La Rue's vacuum tube enclosure
De Moleyn's powdered charcoal
Gobel's carbonized bamboo
Swan's carbon fiber
Woodward & Evan's gas-filled Globe!
Edison's long lasting
Latimer's better production
Coolidge's tungsten

shining across
through the ones
you drink from
drinks in glasses (again):
wide,
deep,
to shoot
capped bottles
from which - ready to drink

Glasses...

the plexi kind
more stirdy,
firm
sculptors mold & color
decorating
Sasebo Park,
near Albuquerque Bridge

...or the stylings of
the late Luis Jimenez
in El Paso's downtown
these glasses
if you focus
with or
without a pair
of your own
tell some enlightening
Truths.

... of Alligators in prior decades
tortured
Morbidly enjoyed

...the ghost of a Vaquero
his eyes shine red

... A liberal version of Lady Liberty

... tiny
such powerful
dedication to 9-11 fire fighters

... 1996 tragedy
fallen
glass
fallen
artist
His last Mustang...

(silence)

Would I have even pondered
the thought of Glass
and Glasses...

had I been blind?

Transcendence

5 April 2011

{begin song}

I am fine

all alone

Yes, I'm here

all alone...

Never you mind that noise surrounding

relaxation...

transcendence...

calming solitude

interrupted

ring, ring, ring

pick up the phone

ring, ring, ring

the Cowboy's in town

... the Cowboy's in town.

{end song}

And it's a buck-wild

ful-filled ride

higher than the

top of the Franklins

Five days in a row.

I took quite a blow

Suddenly sick

He immediately

takes the blame, sayin'

'I didn't do it!'

transcendence...

I'm beside myself

with a headache one day

hay fever the next

I'm shivering hot

shivering cold

he was funny

now it's all getting old

I'm in my home

he's not in his own.

the Cowboy

like a toad

squatting.

making mine his own...

Meanwhile,

my physical being

in bed

draining...

draining...

Drained.

I'm not hungry

no more headaches

nor fevers.

laying down

my head

atop a pillow

eyes closed...

I float

I fly freely...

{chorus}

Never you mind the noise surrounding...

relaxation - solitude...

silence...

Interrupted.

Cowboy laughing at the TV

It's dinner time

he should be hungry

I'm not hungry

I have no pain

I feel nothing

But I've got issues

of the internal kind

my temple's been damaged

organisms are struggling

to keep this vessel alive.

I don't need to hear it

I Don't Need To Hear It

I DON'T NEED TO HEAR IT

No!,

Tu callate, pendejo!

And get me the food I need.

Run the errand to earn

your stay

or suffer the humiliation

as a close friend

may be on his way...

The Cowboy goes...

silence.

calm.

I feel different

better than my usual self.

I gave the Cowboy his bill

he got skerred,

and got a job

faster than I ever can!

... Bastards!

... Beaurocrats!

... he could be lying, too.

He's in,

and then out

In, and then out...

When I sleep,

I am fine...

I wake --

four days in a row

he's not been here.

but his freshly laundered shirts.

his funky porn,

his truck,

saddle,

and expired permit.

I'm here, just fine.

He's gone, just fine.

Why's his stuff here?

abandonment?

I text him

he's mighty offended

so ignorant

Where's your sense of urgency?

Where was mine?

I need to eat!

drink lots of water...

I lost 2 lbs.

dropped 2 pant sizes

carrying the stress

of the Cowboy's belongings.

I text him.

the truth

the law

He's mighty offended.

You have a bill

I have debts...

in 24 hours...

he's in -

all his stuff out.

Hot-headed

Cold-hearted

I've been calm,

just fine.

relaxed,

worry free.

But when I sleep...

- Transcendence -

...

I transcend -

I'm asleep in

someone else's apartment?

I move to get up,

and I'm back in y home.

Sleep...

this place's lights are blue.

I get up...

instead I see the orange one

shining through my curtains.

I'm here, but I'm not.

I am here.

But I'm not.

I am here.

But

I'm

Not.

EPTimes Interviews FHS, C.N. included

Dear readers, the following is a link to a formal interview:

click link! --> El Paso Times Interview for Slam Offs & Poemic

Following, is are exerpts from the article.

{The best of El Paso's slam poets will gather for the Free Holé Slam Off at 7 p.m. Tuesday at The Percolator, 217 N. Stanton. Thirty poets will compete for a chance to represent El Paso at the Individual World Poetry Slam in Cleveland. The top four poets will win a spot on the El Paso Poetry Slam Team, which will compete at the National Poetry Slam in Boston in August.

Poets will have three minutes to read their work and are then judged. The slam has three rounds: Poets

with the top scores move into the next round until the final four are left standing.

Karla Nabil, another poet, began writing basic prose and short stories when she was 16.

"I really didn't have an aim in my early 20s, but once I got back to El Paso after serving time in the Navy, I was introduced to the poet scene," said Nabil, now 32. "Once I started with the Free Holé Slam, I started to get more involved in the workshops and I noticed I was becoming not only a better writer, but a better performer."

Nabil said that once she sits down to create her poetry, it's as if a spirit takes over her body.

"I write down the first thing that comes to my mind," she said. "And when I'm done, it's like, OK, that's it. Somehow I've been able to write three-minute pieces in a span of about 15 minutes and I'm ready to perform it. It's just a part of me." }

...>

{"Slam poetry is made up of your delivery, your presence and your words," said Salas, who will be one of the competitors Tuesday. "When you write something and you want someone to feel it, it's your job to deliver it them, to open their mind and make your presence felt."

The Free Holé Slam Poets is an offshoot of several El Paso poetry groups. It was formed by local poets Jen Shugert, Ray Ramos, Leon de la Rosa and Darlina Magallanes.

"Originally there were five of us (the other poet was Herminia Escajeda), and we called ourselves Four Beans and a Cracker," Ramos said. "But Jen left, so we called ourselves the Four Beans. From there it went to Four Frijoles and evolved into Free Holé Slam."

"We had all seen other slams, and we wanted to bring that back to El Paso and see if it could work here," said Shugert, who left for college and returned to El Paso about two years ago. "I had gone to Boston slams, to Austin slams, and I spent a lot of time at the Hollywood slams, which many people consider to be one of the meccas of slam."

Shugert, Ramos, de la Rosa and Tabitha Harkness represented El Paso at last year's National Poetry Slam in St. Paul, Minn.

The group has poetry slams once a month at The Percolator. These are not your typical poetry readings.

Some poets use traditional theatric devices, such as shifting voices and tones, to get their points across. Some use tap-dancing or beatboxing or choreographed movements to add flair to their words.

"There are some people in academia who are very turned off by us," Shugert said. "They think we are a fad based on outrageous language and screaming. It's not a fad -- the first slam nationals started in 1985, so we have been around."

As proof that slam poetry is here to stay, Shugert points to the number of teams from around the world that make an annual trip to the United States to participate in the championship.

"As far as slam being outrageous, it's a claim based on the fact that we have no censorship," she said. "You can curse, you can say whatever you want and it tends to be accepted by the slam audience. That doesn't mean it's outrageous; it means that it's honest."

The beauty of slam poetry is the diversity of the participants. }

"Coveting Lo Ajeno" - Slam Performance

December 21, 2010

Free Hole Slam competition @ The Percolator cafe.

El Paso, TX

Poets in this video: Leon de la Rosa & Karla reading for Chevalterre Nabil

Please leave comments, all expressions are welcome - Enjoy!

P.I.B., Feb 2008

written for Paulo Orlando in Lisbon, someone I never met in 2000.

---

"Portuguese Internet Boyfriend"

by KLRabstracts, before Chevalterre Nabil
7 February 2008

-----

He was the only choice
from my detailed search:

..... Age 35,

.....Brunette,

.....Light complection,

.....Catholic.

-

Even my shipmate, Becker,

Thought I have good taste.

He was reading over my shoulder.

-

A Sailor girl

Touring Asia

Could only fantasize

On the possibility

Of hitting port

In Lisbon, Portugal

To meet the banker.

His cover-up job...

He disclosed,

His true occupation

Is to protest.

-

We'd write

Long-detailed e-mails

About our turn-ons

And music.

-

From what little he knew

About me, he determined

What song he'd dedicate to me...

-

Me,

The insipid, virgin-minded Sailor

I didn't dream of Port-lovers

Just the Portuguese Internet Boyfriend

-

As for the song,

He chose:

"Aja Que Houver"

by Madredeus

-

Though in Dili, East Timor

Kids' arms were getting

chopped off

In religious protest

-

This Portuguese banker/

Undercover protestor

Knew something...

Predicted one of my ports.

-

He'd asked for

My mailing address

To send the CD with my song.

I sent him

The one in El Paso...

-

Romantic I was

Naive I was not!

He'd insist on how

WE should do something

About our U.S. President

Clinton at the time was

certainly not on Bush's plan.

-

Portuguese Internet Boyfriend...

What were you up to?

-

He warned

That his internet

Was being disconnected,

And my ship's address

Was our last chance.

-

What a silly, passionate fool!

If the ship's Cap'n were royalty

He'd chop off your head.

-

.....What did he plan?

.....What did he scheme?

.....What was the protest,

.....That I did not dream?

-

He claimed

That fleet should

Do something

About Timor.

-

I drew a blank.

The excite.com singles feature

I did not worry about.

Just gettng mail

for Christmas...

-

Mom's care packages

of pecans

My nieces' drawings.

-

Three months later,

We were not hitting port;

We anchored out,

And prepared

For terrorists.

-

While those who were

Stronger and equipped to

Land by barge,

The rest of us became

Tour guides in relief

For Australian troops.

-

As we dined,

Celebrating

African-American Heritage:

I told the Aussies

About great foods:

Hush puppies,

Okra, and gravy.

-

Departing four days later, I

Checked for e-mail

Wondering what...

What did this

Portuguese Internet Boyfriend

Know about

The U.S., Australians, and East Timor?

-

The song says,

"Aja que houver,

espero por ti"

(Come what may, I wait for you."

-

I did not wait for this

And the new

Humanitarian Service Medal

was Awarded.

-

Still, Clinton's

peace time

ran short.

Jester's Magic Box

She was born in a tomb
her pseudo life destined
to be controlled by monsters.



She, dark gypsy princess
sequestered into solitude
sheltered from the sunlight



Goblins built her a mock house
locked up, she was left
only to sweep -
cooking air

Watching grapes
become raisins

...Transferred into
the cell
a lesser hell
where she could
cleanse
her outer shell



... Watching her
fingers,
lips,
and toes
become raisins

She'd sleep
to be chased
by the big bad wolf
under the full moon

As she hid
in the tall grass
it went away

... By morning
her eyes sealed shut
she'd cry for help!

The Spanish-Indo queen
would cast a magic spell
for her to see
a life in pink!

Wandering sly, minion king
He'd sing and paint
to the gypsy girl
tall tales
night after night



They'd dump her
between two trolls
with nasty
mulf and gump puppets
turning her into
their marionette!



... She was an eaglette
wings trimmed
brief of flight



Without a wind to motion
over the vastly, glittered ocean
for a notion
of what life was
truly meant to be.



One day
she met
an Arab prince
of long, dark locks
piercing jade eyes
who would give her
a map...
without a path
without a key

It may have set her free

He'd see her in her somber
serenading with electric vibes

She'd sing
a song
to sooth
his troubled soul



He sought
to escape
his darkened past

Embracing warmth...
Ecstacy!





In a magic box
she gave him her heart
slipping it into
his saddlebag



He did not see
that evening
he took her out

... Magic carpet ride

They could only travel
so far
she was trapped
in that realm

... As he flew away
into the next one --

He begged
he pleaded

For her to remain
young,
sweet,
and pure.



She prayed
for him
to find
his beautiful queen

If she'd ever see him again
she would have to
seduce a soldier
slipping a magic
sleeping potion
disguising herself
in its armor

Snuck into a witch's cave
peering into the caldron
watching the prince
become a king -
his bride, breathtaking
became his queen



Thousands of fae
surrounding -
protect
their angelic princess babe.

Gypsy girl
was soon caught!
Detained!



She struggled
She fought!



Outcast
further
from this morbid society

Declared dead
to the world...

She lingers
around...
Forever -
a mere jester
entertaining
the underworld.





27 Jan 2011
C.N. via KLRabstracts

Love

Talk to Me

Leo

where are you?

how have you been?

I wish I could

meet

see

your twin girls

they've grown so much

as shown

in your facebook albums

please call me

this is my number

why don't you bug me?

reminisce

back when you'd

give me a sprite

out of your pocket

friendship at first smile

I was just a meek Sailor girl

baking the breakfast doughnuts

washing dishpans

serving coffee to officers

officers who's files

you and I would manage

with our asses
in utilities
in utility!

how'd we manage

to still be friends?

13 years now

you should be my "gordo"

I dunno, heh!

thinking about you

every now

and again

It's nice

sweet was your skin

across my flesh

that t-shirt in the Korean market

read "merge"

I have it in storage

those cool Japanese breezes
our messing around
by Mikasa park

3 a.m.

love at first fondle

you did it right

you were my friend first

you took your time

you rocked my boat

we fucking rocked the boat!

Heavy Hong Kong waves!!!

walking on bulkheads

dancing on non-skid

polite glances

on the smoke deck

in our hotel rooms
in your quarters

we glided

freshly showered

white and dark Mexican Americans

making sweet Japanese love

9-11 attack
you and I were together
you and I were together

YOU AND I

WERE

TOGETHER!

anywho...

I have to gather

my files

medical

start filing

a claim
visit the VA

I'm old

not so tired

love being alive

I love you, too.

I'm tired of being stereotyped

in my favor

because I look Mexican

so Indian

get called "Señora"

by the Sun Metro drivers

as if

I were confused

diffused

by the fronchih feds
pushin 'em to migrate north
can't blame the señoras
for not wanting to change their ways
they're whiter than ME
yet

we all ride

the same journey

cleaning houses

carrying

bright blue

Wally World bags

I get paid well to clean houses

because of my prior experience

and because of how I look...

I stereotype myself

" : " + " ( " = frown
(colon plus open parenthis)

almost got run over

last week

and wrote about it

I found my old quals
paperwork
it made me look good

for advancement

they triggered

a time travel

to the days

of when I was more agile than agile

thought I was brighter than bright

and more loving than love could be

living abroad

I felt so free

so I assumed

life would continue to be

I was cheated and robbed

hated just to be hated

slapped against the head

my Military name

erased each day

from the office white board roster

I filled in the blank

"wallflower"

they hated me more

for not acting like a hoe

for trying to be such a clean pro

the rebel foe

friend to those who love

We'd bust our asses

bust our asses

bust asses

bust our brains

bust brains

rack our brains

get brain racked in our racks

rocked to sleep in our racks

my brain is racked...

the shakes returned

60-hour anxiety

gradually attacking

my system

slowing me down

I slowly reach

to pull the lever

to return to this year

this day...

open a cabinet

and take some vitamins

C... multi... E

anything healthy

to ease the cerebral noise

I done better

I have been better

I'm supposed to be passed this shit

closure was reached

but the stitches came undone

I had to go out dancing
one last time
May 15 2002
in Roppongi

after my bottom left wisdom tooth

and I felt the threads

slowly stretching

they came undone

I've come undone

I want no more

I've redone myself

renewed myself

revived myself

yet the shit still stinks

embedded

too vividly

in my grey matter

wrinkles

neurons shock

ears ring

ears hiss

ears ring

I want to hear a ring

the ring of my phone

call me

Please

Talk to me