tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30263970504621359242011-12-23T10:47:44.047-08:00Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-60757075963461193142011-09-21T16:52:00.000-07:002011-09-21T16:53:02.759-07:00<div align="center">by Chevalterre Nabil via KLR<br /><br />Sept 2011<br /><br />in Spanish, English &amp; French (automatically translated )<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Empalagar...<br /><br />its synonyms<br /><br />are to:<br /><br />overfill<br /><br />gorge<br /><br />disgust<br /><br />satisfy<br /><br />annoy<br /><br />fatigue<br /><br />satiate<br /><br /><br /><br />eso es &amp; that is<br /><br />Empalagar...<br /><br /><br /><br />Yo quiero empalagar<br /><br />my eyes<br /><br />with clashing<br /><br />harmonies<br /><br />of hot pink<br /><br />or puple feathers<br /><br />stitched onto<br /><br />earthly tones of felt fabric<br /><br />My masked creations<br /><br />sculptures to over-adorn<br /><br />the face.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yo quiero empalagar<br /><br />my thoughts<br /><br />with bizarre scenes<br /><br />of an elderly pair<br /><br />tweaking videos<br /><br />playing on a pc<br /><br />like children.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yo quiero empalagar<br /><br />my ears<br /><br />with old &amp; new sounds<br /><br />of French Pop...<br /><br />Jacque Brel,<br /><br />Sting,<br /><br />Blondie,<br /><br />Mathieu Chedid,<br /><br />Sean Lennon,<br /><br />Mecano,<br /><br />Indochine,<br /><br />France Gall,<br /><br />Melissa Auf Der Maur,<br /><br />Miguel Bose,<br /><br />La Ley,<br /><br />et Paul Mauriat.<br /><br /><br /><br />J'adore<br /><br />je adore<br /><br />J'ADORE<br /><br />c'ette musique!<br /><br /><br /><br />Yo quiero empalagar<br /><br />my tongue<br /><br />with caramel popcorn...<br /><br /><br /><br />I'd like a cup of soy milk,<br /><br />Please!<br /><br /><br /><br />Yo quiero empalagar<br /><br />my skin<br /><br />with raindrops<br /><br /><br /><br />Its scent merging with<br /><br />the desert winds<br /><br /><br /><br />Taking me back<br /><br />nearly tweny years!<br /><br />In a 5-minute review<br /><br /><br /><br />{de mon veritable amour<br /><br />interdite amour<br /><br />Ah! Son amour}<br /><br />-of my true love...<br /><br />forbidden love<br /><br />Oh, his love!-<br /><br /><br /><br />{bisous...<br /><br />nos chevoux longs<br /><br />mince, corps souple<br /><br />tenant les uns, les autre}<br /><br />- kisses...<br /><br />our long hair!<br /><br />slender, supple bodies<br /><br />Holding one another-<br /><br /><br /><br />... A block away...<br /><br /><br /><br />My faithful,<br /><br />best friends<br /><br />I held them ever so close<br /><br />five dogs or more...<br /><br />I watched them each<br /><br />Make (making) it to Heaven.<br /><br /><br /><br />Now,<br /><br />I'm certain<br /><br />you've had enough<br /><br />of my stories by now.<br /><br />! No te/les quize<br /><br />Empalagar!<br /><br /><br /><br />I simply must conclude<br /><br />without being rude<br /><br /><br /><br />Que quiero completamente<br /><br />Empalagar<br /><br />My Soul<br /><br />with<br /><br />my sweetheart's kisses<br /><br /><br /><br />{Ses levres - His lips<br /><br />{sur mon visage - on my face<br /><br /><br /><br />{Ses dents - His teeth<br /><br />{verrouille sur me levres - locked onto my lips!<br /><br /><br /><br />{Mes dents - My teeth<br /><br />{sur sa langue - on his tongue<br /><br /><br /><br />{Ses mains sur ma peau<br /><br />ses mains sur ma peau?<br /><br /><br /><br />Ses mains<br /><br />Sur<br /><br />Ma Peau!<br /><br /><br /><br />- His hands on my skin!<br /><br /><br /><br />{Me retournant a l'enverse...<br /><br />- Turning me inside out!<br /><br /><br /><br />{puis-je atteindre l'univers?<br /><br />...<br /><br />Can I reach the Universe?<br /><br />...<br /><br />(pause, sighs)<br /><br /><br /><br />My cup runneth over.<br /><br />I shall not<br /><br />ask for more.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6075707596346119314?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-83122134090447241052011-09-21T16:47:00.000-07:002011-09-21T16:51:04.908-07:00By Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts<br /><br />Slam poetry performed by Karla w/ a 'K'<br /><br />Sept 2011<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;">(read with Southern accent - optional)<br /><br /><br />I am Allergic to<br /><br />Ethnicism and Racism<br /><br /><br />Not sharing the proper terms<br /><br />to translate for better understanding<br /><br /><br />Claims of<br /><br />'We're not catering<br /><br />to That kind of audience.'<br /><br /><br />My heart sinks<br /><br />I lose the will<br /><br />to pluck my strings<br /><br /><br />As much as you<br /><br />want me to entertain<br /><br />The group has been falling apart.<br /><br /><br />Half of us make That<br /><br />kind of audience.<br /><br /><br />I am Allergic<br /><br />to Narcissism<br /><br /><br />Trying to<br /><br />use my name and title<br /><br /><br />Called me 'jealous'<br /><br />for having<br /><br />invited you,<br /><br />included you<br /><br />with the team.<br /><br /><br />Suckin' up to me<br /><br />with vast (lots of) nourishment<br /><br /><br />poisoning my blood<br /><br />with tons<br /><br />and tons<br /><br />of butter.<br /><br /><br />follow me,<br /><br />haunt me,<br /><br />yell at me,<br /><br />and taunt me.<br /><br /><br />Suckin' out my good blood<br /><br />I get diabetic symptoms<br /><br /><br />Our acquaintance<br /><br />More than fell apart.<br /><br /><br />Expect me<br /><br />to fail<br /><br />... always asking<br /><br />'What's Wrong?'<br /><br /><br />Never answering my calls<br /><br /><br />for when<br /><br />it's necessary<br /><br />to clear the air.<br /><br /><br />Each moment (every time)<br /><br />you step into the room<br /><br />The buttered up lies<br /><br />(just) Make me sick.<br /><br /><br />I am Allergic to<br /><br />empty word-isms<br /><br />Neglect<br /><br /><br />I show up to the meeting<br /><br />&amp; you're shootin' the breeze<br /><br /><br />I pick up somebody's slack<br /><br />end up chasin' you down<br /><br />for a mere $6.50 salary!<br /><br /><br />I wait for attendance...<br /><br />I work on marketing propaganda...<br /><br /><br />I wait<br /><br />with the ethnicist<br /><br />who favors the narcissist<br /><br /><br />feeding me<br /><br />Poison<br /><br /><br />draining my good will<br /><br />the good blood<br /><br /><br />I'm on the verge<br /><br />of unloading<br /><br />all the bad news,<br /><br />all the drama<br /><br />on You...<br /><br /><br />Then I receive<br /><br />your message...<br /><br /><br />'I Promise!'<br /><br /><br />You haven't (ain't even) been present (here)<br /><br />for over one (a) week<br /><br /><br />The projects<br /><br />have been falling apart!<br /><br /><br />I care no more<br /><br />to wait astray<br /><br />at a lonely table<br /><br />centered in that gallery<br /><br />of oblivion.<br /><br /><br />Skepticism<br /><br />is my antidote<br /><br /><br />My silence<br /><br />My neutrality<br /><br />My personal strength<br /><br /><br />Can drive you nuts!<br /><br /><br />Should you perssist<br /><br />in putting me or anyone down<br /><br /><br />Assuming the worst<br /><br /><br />I can get you<br /><br />the antidote<br /><br />for that Pessimism.<br /><br /><br />Though (but),<br /><br />Not without<br /><br />Passing through<br /><br />the oracles<br /><br /><br />of the grandiose<br /><br />Karma<br /><br />and<br /><br />Dogma!<br /><br /><br />When you are strong<br /><br /><br />You'll learn<br /><br />to trust<br /><br />and Love<br /><br />yourself<br /><br /><br />So Unconditionally<br /><br /><br />That when<br /><br />we reunite,<br /><br /><br />We won't<br /><br />recognize<br /><br />one another. (each other.)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8312213409044724105?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-10028583021379017812011-09-21T16:43:00.000-07:002011-09-21T16:45:03.994-07:00<span style="color:#ffff00;">*here's a little sex ed for the over-grown kids.<br />**not for those under the age of 18!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">(sung)--&gt;<br />Shot through the heart!<br />We are each to blame<br />Darling,<br />We all give love a bad name...<br />(end song)<br /><br />The college professor<br />had the entire room<br />split into two.<br /><br />Much like<br />opposing baseball teams<br />we shook hands<br />in passing.<br /><br />None of us knew<br />one another<br /><br />Yet, this instructor<br />proceeded to rape<br />our minds...<br /><br />That bitter old bitch<br />said...<br />'That's how easily<br />you can catch AIDS...'<br /><br />well...<br />Let's not forget<br />Syphilis<br />Gonorrhea<br />-- there are<br />different forms<br />of hu-hu-hu-Herpes...<br /><br />There are little<br />midget pervs<br />making booty calls<br />to any hoochy<br />asking her...<br />'How are you,<br />honey bunny?<br />You don't have any outbreaks.<br />Do you?'<br /><br />... Do you?<br /><br />Well...<br />if you ask<br />someone who said<br />they were your friend<br />to lend an ear...<br />You can feel bewildered<br />when they get uptight<br />and defensive<br />with the expression:<br />'I ALWAYS get checked...<br />That's why<br />I always get checked!'<br /><br />goddamn, fucking lying bitch!<br />You sleep around!..<br /><br />How many people's<br />hands did you shake<br />before mine?<br />Where you hang out<br />He hangs out<br />and she hangs out<br />and we hang out<br />He...<br />I said 'He'<br />that dude<br />... carrying a loaded gun<br />But his partner<br />calls him out instead<br />They bicker at each other<br />like little chicken bitches<br /><br />You don't believe them<br />I didn't believe them<br />We don't believe them<br /><br />But now that I'm talking to you<br />Maybe you do Actually<br />get checked.<br /><br />I feel an Itch!<br />An Itch to pull<br />An Itch to pull a trigger<br />the trigger of a 9-mil!<br /><br />She,<br />and he,<br />and we<br />want to pull our triggers<br />and get trigger happy<br />with our shaky shaking hands<br /><br />We wanna commit suicide<br />cut ourselves<br />choke ourselves<br />No!<br />-- you choke me, baby<br />'cause it feels so good!<br /><br />Oh!<br />It always feels so good!<br /><br />Your sex feels so good.<br /><br />I miss you...<br /><br />Let's you and me play<br />with our guns.<br />You gave me this gift...<br />I can't pass it along<br />to someone else.<br /><br />You fucking bastard,<br />don't run away!!<br /><br />I pick up the phone,<br />and call your clones.<br /><br />go get yourself checked.<br /><br />Go Get Yourself Checked.<br /><br />GO get YOURSELF CHECKED<br /><br />Each of them give me<br />attitude...<br />except the last one...<br />'Sorry, honey --<br />You did use a condom'<br /><br />Go Get Checked Anyway!<br /><br />...If it is so urgent for you<br />That I get to a clinic<br />without any money,<br />Why don't You take me?<br /><br />And you get mad<br />'cause you know<br />you were packin' heat<br />Even if maybe<br />perhaps...<br />maybe...<br />You didn't shoot me.<br />You didn't give me nothing...<br />Maybe.<br /><br />How many more<br />hands are you gonna touch<br />with your guns<br />Loaded<br />with venerial diseases?<br /><br />And still,<br />he gloats<br />when he runs into her...<br /><br />Look, a new baby.<br />Right out in public!<br />The bastard/bitch<br />has multiplied.<br /><br />I lie, and say<br />'I am happy for you.'<br />Because I don't wanna rape<br />an evesdropper's mind<br />with what I know about you.<br /><br />... Concealed weapon, and all.<br />Take me around to the alley.<br /><br />Pull it out<br />- AIM<br /><br />(sung)<br />&amp; Shoot through my Heart!<br />I am to blame<br />We all give love<br />a bad name...<br />We All give Love<br />A bad name.<br />(end song)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-1002858302137901781?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-87758479628186958932011-07-08T16:06:00.000-07:002011-07-08T16:13:15.546-07:00April 5, 2011<br /><br />'...Madre de gracia<br />Madre de misericordia<br />en la vida<br />y en la muerte<br />amparanos gran señora...'<br /><br />Protect us dear Mother<br />protect us from our own fears<br /><br />How could we have manifested<br />these needless tears<br />throught generations?<br />centuries?<br /><br />Yet we've not reached past<br />our ignorance,<br />vast confusion.<br /><br />We are in constant fear<br />of your wrath...<br />that you,<br />Grandious Earth<br />will swallow us alive<br /><br />We're brain-washed<br />assuming we've damaged you<br />immensly!<br /><br />When to you,<br />the cuts and bruises<br />are mere pimples.<br /><br />We humans are mere<br />microorganisms<br />traveling around<br />your magnificent,<br />bodacious body<br /><br />Dear Mother...<br />your core is unreachable,<br />untouchable,<br />Sacred!<br /><br />Your skin is rich and fertile<br />in tan and red tones<br /><br />Your hair grows<br />and grows...<br />freshly lush<br />green and sweet...<br /><br />I love to taste your hair<br />its nutrients I enjoy!<br /><br />Your blood<br />ebbs... it flows<br />through the elements<br /><br />Water<br />Wind<br />Fire<br /><br />! te adoro<br />Oh, Madre Tierra!<br /><br />tercer planeta<br />en el Milky Way<br /><br />Silky it looks<br />in the Universe<br /><br />sweet it must taste<br />to demi gods<br /><br />You wear<br />slight cleavage<br />voluptuous curves<br />in your deep valleys<br />and high mountain ranges<br /><br />Whether you ever<br />feel ill<br />or really great<br /><br />your body quivers,<br />it quakes!<br /><br />How could we so microbial<br />for so long<br />still assume that<br />we hurt you?<br /><br />You can shake us off<br />like chain-linked ants<br />we could seize to exist<br />and you<br />not only can<br />not only will...<br /><br />You just have<br />and will Be!<br /><br />I write this to you<br />Mother, dear<br />because I know<br /><br />that no chemicals,<br />no plastics,<br />no electronics<br />could ever harm you.<br /><br />You gave man kind<br />the materials<br />the minerals<br /><br />to use...<br />experiment with<br /><br />to us in 500 years.<br />to you, in a few days<br />Everything we manufacture<br />will return to what it was.<br /><br />The Hopi know<br />what you're all about.<br />So they just don't worry.<br /><br />Can the rest of us<br />do the same?<br /><br />You sneezed...<br />scratched an itch<br /><br />and it flooded houses<br />swiped out<br />entire cities<br /><br />You say... 'oops!"<br />God gives us strength.<br /><br />And still we do<br />cherish<br />and worship you<br />So<br /><br />'... Por la señal<br />de la Santa Cruz<br />de nuestros enemigos<br />libranos señor nuestro...'<br /><br />Free us<br />from assuming<br />so much<br />about this Earth<br />we live in.<br /><br />When we follow<br />your path<br /><br />We know what we're capable of<br />and can just be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8775847962818695893?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-86241181844254091472011-06-25T11:51:00.001-07:002011-06-25T12:04:31.319-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">written 21 June, 2011<br />- Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts<br />(about two former friends,<br />whom at the time were not bad company.)<br /></span><br />veggie oil &amp; margerine<br />heat up<br />melt<br />&amp; merge<br />in the hot plate<br />pan.<br /><br />4 slices<br />each of<br />wheat bread<br />toast lightly<br />in pairs<br /><br />A chicken and rooster<br />teased each other<br />danced together<br /><br />The chicken<br />screams<br />little bulbs<br />come out<br />of her body<br /><br />i find these things<br />in dozens<br />out of<br />a grocery store.<br /><br />Taking a pair<br />two embrios<br />merged<br />three, if one<br />of them was twins<br /><br />A nurturing dash<br />of milk<br />- powdered<br />&amp; mixed in H<em><span style="font-size:85%;">2</span></em>O<br /><br />Such minerals<br />could only<br />do wonders...<br /><br />blend the liquids<br />and plasmas<br /><br />Highlight the batter<br />with Cinnamon.<br /><br />Listen to trance<br />and dance<br />all freaky.<br /><br />Bathe your toasted<br />slices in liquid<br />poultry babes<br /><br />Each one<br />kindly<br />caringly<br />lovingly<br /><br />Until fluffy<br />and crispy<br />on all six sides<br />of the cubic grains<br /><br />White doilies<br />White lace<br />on brown skin.<br /><br />Cut and serve<br />on two plates<br />of royal blue.<br /><br />In a little home<br />on a little table<br />and little chairs<br /><br />Drizzle &amp; bathe<br />each dish<br />with chunks<br />of fruit and nuts<br /><br />Strawberries red<br />Canteloupe vermillion<br />to paint the town<br /><br />sweet<br /><br />crushed walnuts<br />sliced almonds<br />to remove<br />an inner frown<br /><br />syrupy sweet<br /><br />Say a prayer,<br />a chant,<br />if you will...<br /><br />Think of someone<br />you care for:<br /><br />"Ever'ting's Gon'be Irie"<br /><br />Play music<br />of another origin -<br />Its lyrics<br />are of travels<br />and love...<br /><br />Dig in<br />chat and smile<br />at your friend...<br /><br />You each<br />thinking of<br />those you care for.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8624118184425409147?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-2365611692322456372011-06-24T16:40:00.000-07:002011-06-24T16:43:33.112-07:00<a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=99a131d0-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/99a131d0-1-1.jpg" width="412" height="572" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-236561169232245637?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-84042942176961060712011-06-08T17:29:00.000-07:002011-06-08T17:41:49.229-07:00<u>by Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts - 4 June 2011<br /><br /></u>Heading down south<br />in El Chuco town<br />El Chuco town<br /><br />Just left the library<br />and texting you<br /><br />I wait for<br />the Sun Metro<br /><br />Have a small snack:<br />pizza combos<br /><br />Heading down south<br />in El Chuco town<br />it's my home town<br /><br />Cathedral bells<br />chime<br />a short chime<br /><br />bus comin' over the hill<br />chimes mark 2:45 p.m.<br /><br />bus arrives<br />I slide my card<br /><br />steppin onboard<br />I step aboard<br /><br />Headin' down south<br />in El Chuco town<br /><br />and so are you<br />and so am I<br />and so we are<br /><br />He wears<br />brown, green, white<br />swirls<br /><br />I text you<br /><br />He wears<br />big glittered red hat<br /><br />you text back<br /><br />big glittered red shoes<br />clown shoes<br />el payasito<br /><br />mira...<br /><br />He's very tall<br /><br />Tu eres very tall<br />y stepping off the bus<br /><br />I just noticed you<br />Lighting<br />your cig<br /><br />under a brown cap<br />a brown cap<br /><br />I head further south<br />near Juaritos<br />in El Chuco town...<br /><br />I text you back<br />I text you back<br /><br />We was on the same bus<br />you see my friend<br />you saw my friend<br /><br />You text me back<br />you text me back<br /><br />I was on the same bus<br />you laughed, my friend<br />we laughed, my friend<br /><br />steppin' off el bus<br />at the terminal<br /><br />our day was kinda bad<br />I was almost a little mad<br /><br />but since we almost ran into each other<br />we both were rather glad<br /><br />we each were rather glad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8404294217696106071?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-90855776811045985872011-06-07T09:33:00.000-07:002011-06-07T09:40:08.374-07:00Woke up to fresh air<br />caressed by browns<br />sage green<br /><br />in a daze, <br />I walked downhill... <br />surrounded by heavy traffic. <br />Are you in that traffic?<br /><br />your sage hair<br />matching your sage attire<br /><br />Are you in that traffic?<br /><br />I woke up again to fuscia, <br />loving fuscia<br /><br />the air is fresh<br /><br />the sun tans me in my somber<br /><br />I am brown<br />a little red<br />quite naturally<br /><br />phone texts exhaust me...<br />I tried to tell you<br />you couldn't hear me<br /><br />too much traffic<br />of thoughts<br />in the air<br /><br />thoughts between us exhaust me. <br /><br />Please stop following me.<br /><br />But please<br />stay close.<br /><br />Soon I'll be rested<br />Soon I'll awaken.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-9085577681104598587?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-85443085577200050472011-06-01T14:38:00.000-07:002011-06-01T16:30:46.338-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><u>April 5th, 2011<br /><br /></u>Glasses to see<br />glasses to protect<br />to project<br /><br />glasses to read<br />glasses to let sunshine in<br />glasses to block UV rays<br />glasses shaped<br />cut<br />doubled up<br /><br />Benjamin Franklin invented bifocals<br /><br />glass fittings:<br />short,<br />wide,<br />long,<br />narrow,<br />and tall<br /><br />glasses in view ports<br />on Navy vessels<br />telescopes<br />periscopes<br />binoculars<br />microscopes...<br /><br />Melt sand -<br />make some glass:<br />sculpt it<br />shape it<br />serve some water,<br />make it plural<br />join me!<br /><br />Glasses to find:<br />people in the dark<br />birds in trees<br />worms in holes<br />hairs on moles<br />viruses on malignant growths<br /><br />I'm honest,<br />it's true...<br />glasses to find growths on trees<br />such as fungi,<br />plants<br /><br />Glasses to screen<br />screens replicating<br />xerox copies<br />scannings<br />scanner art<br />photographing<br />teletubing<br /><br />the Curies discovered radium<br />Ramsay and Travers discovered neon<br /><br />small glass screens<br />assisting in:<br />calculating<br />computing<br />telecommunicating<br />transferring solar energy<br /><br />Glasses containing<br />glasses in colors<br />chromotherapy<br />color therapy<br /><br />Stained glass lamp shades in a bar<br />stories depicted in the Cathedral<br /><br />ancient Egyptians created the Dendera Lightbulb<br /><br />Incandecent Lightbulbs --<br />Reinvented Filaments:<br />Davy's platinum,<br />Lindsay's light demo<br />De La Rue's vacuum tube enclosure<br />De Moleyn's powdered charcoal<br />Gobel's carbonized bamboo<br />Swan's carbon fiber<br />Woodward &amp; Evan's gas-filled Globe!<br />Edison's long lasting<br />Latimer's better production<br />Coolidge's tungsten<br /><br />shining across<br />through the ones<br />you drink from<br />drinks in glasses (again):<br />wide,<br />deep,<br />to shoot<br />capped bottles<br />from which - ready to drink<br /><br />Glasses...<br /><br />the plexi kind<br />more stirdy,<br />firm<br />sculptors mold &amp; color<br />decorating<br />Sasebo Park,<br />near Albuquerque Bridge<br /><br />...or the stylings of<br />the late Luis Jimenez<br />in El Paso's downtown<br />these glasses<br />if you focus<br />with or<br />without a pair<br />of your own<br />tell some enlightening<br />Truths.<br /><br />... of Alligators in prior decades<br />tortured<br />Morbidly enjoyed<br /><br />...the ghost of a Vaquero<br />his eyes shine red<br /><br />... A liberal version of Lady Liberty<br /><br />... tiny<br />such powerful<br />dedication to 9-11 fire fighters<br /><br />... 1996 tragedy<br />fallen<br />glass<br />fallen<br />artist<br />His last Mustang...<br /><br />(silence)<br /><br />Would I have even pondered<br />the thought of Glass<br />and Glasses...<br /><br />had I been blind?<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8544308557720005047?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-86951250447500925912011-05-07T12:05:00.000-07:002011-05-07T12:46:05.786-07:00<div align="center">5 April 2011</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">{begin song}</div><br /><div align="center">I am fine</div><br /><div align="center">all alone</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Yes, I'm here</div><br /><div align="center">all alone...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Never you mind that noise surrounding</div><br /><div align="center">relaxation...</div><br /><div align="center">transcendence...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">calming solitude</div><br /><div align="center">interrupted</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">ring, ring, ring</div><br /><div align="center">pick up the phone</div><br /><div align="center">ring, ring, ring</div><br /><div align="center">the Cowboy's in town</div><br /><div align="center">... the Cowboy's in town.</div><br /><div align="center">{end song}</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And it's a buck-wild</div><br /><div align="center">ful-filled ride</div><br /><div align="center">higher than the</div><br /><div align="center">top of the Franklins</div><br /><div align="center">Five days in a row.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I took quite a blow</div><br /><div align="center">Suddenly sick</div><br /><div align="center">He immediately</div><br /><div align="center">takes the blame, sayin'</div><br /><div align="center">'I didn't do it!'</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">transcendence...</div><br /><div align="center">I'm beside myself</div><br /><div align="center">with a headache one day</div><br /><div align="center">hay fever the next</div><br /><div align="center">I'm shivering hot</div><br /><div align="center">shivering cold</div><br /><div align="center">he was funny</div><br /><div align="center">now it's all getting old</div><br /><div align="center">I'm in my home</div><br /><div align="center">he's not in his own.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">the Cowboy</div><br /><div align="center">like a toad</div><br /><div align="center">squatting.</div><br /><div align="center">making mine his own...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Meanwhile,</div><br /><div align="center">my physical being</div><br /><div align="center">in bed</div><br /><div align="center">draining...</div><br /><div align="center">draining...</div><br /><div align="center">Drained.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm not hungry</div><br /><div align="center">no more headaches</div><br /><div align="center">nor fevers.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">laying down</div><br /><div align="center">my head</div><br /><div align="center">atop a pillow</div><br /><div align="center">eyes closed...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I float</div><br /><div align="center">I fly freely...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">{chorus}</div><br /><div align="center">Never you mind the noise surrounding...</div><br /><div align="center">relaxation - solitude...</div><br /><div align="center">silence...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Interrupted.</div><br /><div align="center">Cowboy laughing at the TV</div><br /><div align="center">It's dinner time</div><br /><div align="center">he should be hungry</div><br /><div align="center">I'm not hungry</div><br /><div align="center">I have no pain</div><br /><div align="center">I feel nothing</div><br /><div align="center">But I've got issues</div><br /><div align="center">of the internal kind</div><br /><div align="center">my temple's been damaged</div><br /><div align="center">organisms are struggling</div><br /><div align="center">to keep this vessel alive.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I don't need to hear it</div><br /><div align="center">I Don't Need To Hear It</div><br /><div align="center">I DON'T NEED TO HEAR IT</div><br /><div align="center">No!,</div><br /><div align="center">Tu callate, pendejo!</div><br /><div align="center">And get me the food I need.</div><br /><div align="center">Run the errand to earn</div><br /><div align="center">your stay</div><br /><div align="center">or suffer the humiliation</div><br /><div align="center">as a close friend</div><br /><div align="center">may be on his way...</div><br /><div align="center">The Cowboy goes...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">silence.</div><br /><div align="center">calm.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I feel different</div><br /><div align="center">better than my usual self.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I gave the Cowboy his bill</div><br /><div align="center">he got skerred,</div><br /><div align="center">and got a job</div><br /><div align="center">faster than I ever can!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">... Bastards!</div><br /><div align="center">... Beaurocrats!</div><br /><div align="center">... he could be lying, too.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He's in,</div><br /><div align="center">and then out</div><br /><div align="center">In, and then out...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">When I sleep,</div><br /><div align="center">I am fine...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I wake --</div><br /><div align="center">four days in a row</div><br /><div align="center">he's not been here.</div><br /><div align="center">but his freshly laundered shirts.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">his funky porn,</div><br /><div align="center">his truck,</div><br /><div align="center">saddle,</div><br /><div align="center">and expired permit.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm here, just fine.</div><br /><div align="center">He's gone, just fine.</div><br /><div align="center">Why's his stuff here?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">abandonment?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I text him</div><br /><div align="center">he's mighty offended</div><br /><div align="center">so ignorant</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Where's your sense of urgency?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Where was mine?</div><br /><div align="center">I need to eat!</div><br /><div align="center">drink lots of water...</div><br /><div align="center">I lost 2 lbs.</div><br /><div align="center">dropped 2 pant sizes</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">carrying the stress</div><br /><div align="center">of the Cowboy's belongings.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I text him.</div><br /><div align="center">the truth</div><br /><div align="center">the law</div><br /><div align="center">He's mighty offended.</div><br /><div align="center">You have a bill</div><br /><div align="center">I have debts...</div><br /><div align="center">in 24 hours...</div><br /><div align="center">he's in -</div><br /><div align="center">all his stuff out.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Hot-headed</div><br /><div align="center">Cold-hearted</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I've been calm,</div><br /><div align="center">just fine.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">relaxed,</div><br /><div align="center">worry free.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">But when I sleep...</div><br /><div align="center">- Transcendence -</div><br /><div align="center">...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I transcend - </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm asleep in</div><br /><div align="center">someone else's apartment?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I move to get up,</div><br /><div align="center">and I'm back in y home.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sleep...</div><br /><div align="center">this place's lights are blue.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I get up...</div><br /><div align="center">instead I see the orange one</div><br /><div align="center">shining through my curtains.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm here, but I'm not.</div><br /><div align="center">I am here.</div><br /><div align="center">But I'm not.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I am here.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">But</div><br /><div align="center">I'm</div><br /><div align="center">Not.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8695125044750092591?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-47850181274516042922011-04-26T12:47:00.000-07:002011-04-26T12:57:21.753-07:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">Dear readers, the following is a link to a formal</span> interview:</span><br /><br />click link! --&gt; <a href="http://www.elpasotimes.com/living/ci_17864571?IADID=Search-www.elpasotimes.com-www.elpasotimes.com"><span style="font-size:130%;">El Paso Times Interview for Slam Offs &amp; Poemic</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">Following, is are exerpts from the article.<br /></span><br />{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.<br /><br />Poets will have three minutes to read their work and are then judged. The slam has three rounds: Poets<br /><br />with the top scores move into the next round until the final four are left standing.<br /><br />Karla Nabil, another poet, began writing basic prose and short stories when she was 16.<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />Nabil said that once she sits down to create her poetry, it's as if a spirit takes over her body.<br /><br />"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." }<br /><br />...&gt;<br /><br />{"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."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />Shugert, Ramos, de la Rosa and Tabitha Harkness represented El Paso at last year's National Poetry Slam in St. Paul, Minn.<br /><br />The group has poetry slams once a month at The Percolator. These are not your typical poetry readings.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"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."<br /><br />The beauty of slam poetry is the diversity of the participants. }<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-4785018127451604292?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-64973386970917707662011-04-21T13:45:00.000-07:002011-04-21T13:48:49.205-07:00<p>December 21, 2010</p><br /><p>Free Hole Slam competition @ The Percolator cafe.</p><br /><p>El Paso, TX</p><br /><p>Poets in this video: Leon de la Rosa &amp; Karla reading for Chevalterre Nabil</p><br /><p>Please leave comments, all expressions are welcome - Enjoy!</p><br /><p><br /><object width="560" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LgS6pxqJVw?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LgS6pxqJVw?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6497338697091770766?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-30478066926339706822011-02-18T10:30:00.000-08:002011-02-18T10:51:02.532-08:00<div align="center">written for Paulo Orlando in Lisbon, someone I never met in 2000.</div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">"Portuguese Internet Boyfriend"</div><div align="center">by KLRabstracts, before Chevalterre Nabil<br />7 February 2008</div><div align="center">-----</div><div align="center">He was the only choice<br />from my detailed search:</div><div align="center">..... Age 35,</div><div align="center">.....Brunette,</div><div align="center">.....Light complection,</div><div align="center">.....Catholic.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Even my shipmate, Becker,</div><div align="center">Thought I have good taste.</div><div align="center">He was reading over my shoulder.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">A Sailor girl</div><div align="center">Touring Asia</div><div align="center">Could only fantasize</div><div align="center">On the possibility</div><div align="center">Of hitting port</div><div align="center">In Lisbon, Portugal</div><div align="center">To meet the banker.</div><div align="center">His cover-up job...</div><div align="center">He disclosed,</div><div align="center">His true occupation</div><div align="center">Is to protest.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">We'd write</div><div align="center">Long-detailed e-mails</div><div align="center">About our turn-ons</div><div align="center">And music.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">From what little he knew</div><div align="center">About me, he determined</div><div align="center">What song he'd dedicate to me...</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Me,</div><div align="center">The insipid, virgin-minded Sailor</div><div align="center">I didn't dream of Port-lovers</div><div align="center">Just the Portuguese Internet Boyfriend</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">As for the song,</div><div align="center">He chose:</div><div align="center">"Aja Que Houver"</div><div align="center">by Madredeus</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Though in Dili, East Timor</div><div align="center">Kids' arms were getting</div><div align="center">chopped off</div><div align="center">In religious protest</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">This Portuguese banker/</div><div align="center">Undercover protestor</div><div align="center">Knew something...</div><div align="center">Predicted one of my ports.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">He'd asked for</div><div align="center">My mailing address</div><div align="center">To send the CD with my song.</div><div align="center">I sent him</div><div align="center">The one in El Paso...</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Romantic I was</div><div align="center">Naive I was not!</div><div align="center">He'd insist on how</div><div align="center">WE should do something</div><div align="center">About our U.S. President</div><div align="center">Clinton at the time was</div><div align="center">certainly not on Bush's plan.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Portuguese Internet Boyfriend...</div><div align="center">What were you up to?</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">He warned</div><div align="center">That his internet</div><div align="center">Was being disconnected,</div><div align="center">And my ship's address</div><div align="center">Was our last chance.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">What a silly, passionate fool!</div><div align="center">If the ship's Cap'n were royalty</div><div align="center">He'd chop off your head.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">.....What did he plan?</div><div align="center">.....What did he scheme?</div><div align="center">.....What was the protest,</div><div align="center">.....That I did not dream?</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">He claimed</div><div align="center">That fleet should</div><div align="center">Do something</div><div align="center">About Timor.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">I drew a blank.</div><div align="center">The excite.com singles feature</div><div align="center">I did not worry about.</div><div align="center">Just gettng mail</div><div align="center">for Christmas...</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Mom's care packages</div><div align="center">of pecans</div><div align="center">My nieces' drawings.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Three months later,</div><div align="center">We were not hitting port;</div><div align="center">We anchored out,</div><div align="center">And prepared</div><div align="center">For terrorists.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">While those who were</div><div align="center">Stronger and equipped to</div><div align="center">Land by barge,</div><div align="center">The rest of us became</div><div align="center">Tour guides in relief</div><div align="center">For Australian troops.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">As we dined,</div><div align="center">Celebrating</div><div align="center">African-American Heritage:</div><div align="center">I told the Aussies</div><div align="center">About great foods:</div><div align="center">Hush puppies,</div><div align="center">Okra, and gravy.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Departing four days later, I</div><div align="center">Checked for e-mail</div><div align="center">Wondering what...</div><div align="center">What did this</div><div align="center">Portuguese Internet Boyfriend</div><div align="center">Know about</div><div align="center">The U.S., Australians, and East Timor?</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">The song says,</div><div align="center">"Aja que houver,</div><div align="center">espero por ti"</div><div align="center">(Come what may, I wait for you."</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">I did not wait for this</div><div align="center">And the new</div><div align="center">Humanitarian Service Medal</div><div align="center">was Awarded.</div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Still, Clinton's</div><div align="center">peace time</div><div align="center">ran short.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-3047806692633970682?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-63646990639964879932011-01-28T11:37:00.000-08:002011-01-28T15:07:55.278-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">S</span>he was born in a tomb<br />her pseudo life destined<br />to be controlled by monsters.<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=25-2005copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="KLR COPY 25" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/25-2005copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />She, dark gypsy princess<br />sequestered into solitude<br />sheltered from the sunlight<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Taxi%20Magazine%20September%201987/?action=view&amp;current=page53-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 448px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Taxi%20Magazine%20September%201987/page53-1.jpg" width="250" height="566" /></a><br /><br />Goblins built her a mock house<br />locked up, she was left<br />only to sweep -<br />cooking air<br /><br />Watching grapes<br />become raisins<br /><br />...Transferred into<br />the cell<br />a lesser hell<br />where she could<br />cleanse<br />her outer shell<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=23-2005copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="KLR COPY 23" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/23-2005copy.jpg" /></a> </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />... Watching her<br />fingers,<br />lips,<br />and toes<br />become raisins<br /><br />She'd sleep<br />to be chased<br />by the big bad wolf<br />under the full moon<br /><br />As she hid<br />in the tall grass<br />it went away<br /><br />... By morning<br />her eyes sealed shut<br />she'd cry for help!<br /><br />The Spanish-Indo queen<br />would cast a magic spell<br />for her to see<br />a life in pink!<br /><br />Wandering sly, minion king<br />He'd sing and paint<br />to the gypsy girl<br />tall tales<br />night after night<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/?action=view&amp;current=82dd.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 317px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/82dd.jpg" width="550" height="501" /></a><br /><br />They'd dump her<br />between two trolls<br />with nasty<br />mulf and gump puppets<br />turning her into<br />their marionette!<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=KLRSGE001Dawn-Albacopy-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLRSGE001Dawn-Albacopy-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />... She was an eaglette<br />wings trimmed<br />brief of flight<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=overseasartbookKLR004.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 441px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/overseasartbookKLR004.jpg" width="439" height="686" /></a><br /><br />Without a wind to motion<br />over the vastly, glittered ocean<br />for a notion<br />of what life was<br />truly meant to be.<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/?action=view&amp;current=7e29.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 337px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/7e29.jpg" width="716" height="596" /></a><br /><br />One day<br />she met<br />an Arab prince<br />of long, dark locks<br />piercing jade eyes<br />who would give her<br />a map...<br />without a path<br />without a key<br /><br />It may have set her free<br /><br />He'd see her in her somber<br />serenading with electric vibes<br /><br />She'd sing<br />a song<br />to sooth<br />his troubled soul<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=overseasartbookKLR005.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 512px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/overseasartbookKLR005.jpg" width="440" height="704" /></a><br /><br />He sought<br />to escape<br />his darkened past<br /><br />Embracing warmth...<br />Ecstacy!<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=23-2005copy.jpg" target="_blank"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=24-2005copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="KLR COPY 24" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/24-2005copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />In a magic box<br />she gave him her heart<br />slipping it into<br />his saddlebag<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20overseas%201998%20-%202002/?action=view&amp;current=08-1999copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="KLR COPY 8" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20overseas%201998%20-%202002/08-1999copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />He did not see<br />that evening<br />he took her out<br /><br />... Magic carpet ride<br /><br />They could only travel<br />so far<br />she was trapped<br />in that realm<br /><br />... As he flew away<br />into the next one --<br /><br />He begged<br />he pleaded<br /><br />For her to remain<br />young,<br />sweet,<br />and pure.<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=HealthyFlow_8_KLR_30June09-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 266px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/HealthyFlow_8_KLR_30June09-1.jpg" width="699" height="709" /></a><br /><br />She prayed<br />for him<br />to find<br />his beautiful queen<br /><br />If she'd ever see him again<br />she would have to<br />seduce a soldier<br />slipping a magic<br />sleeping potion<br />disguising herself<br />in its armor<br /><br />Snuck into a witch's cave<br />peering into the caldron<br />watching the prince<br />become a king -<br />his bride, breathtaking<br />became his queen<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Taxi%20Magazine%20September%201987/?action=view&amp;current=page51-1.gif" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 491px" border="0" alt="Angels We Have Heard On High" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Taxi%20Magazine%20September%201987/page51-1.gif" width="392" height="580" /></a><br /><br />Thousands of fae<br />surrounding -<br />protect<br />their angelic princess babe.<br /><br />Gypsy girl<br />was soon caught!<br />Detained! </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=ChevalterreNabilfinished.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 391px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/ChevalterreNabilfinished.jpg" width="486" height="700" /></a><br /><br />She struggled<br />She fought!<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/?action=view&amp;current=9347.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 382px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/9347.jpg" width="642" height="543" /></a><br /><br />Outcast<br />further<br />from this morbid society<br /><br />Declared dead<br />to the world...<br /><br />She lingers<br />around...<br />Forever -<br />a mere jester<br />entertaining<br />the underworld.<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=overseasartbookKLR002.jpg" target="_blank"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20overseas%201998%20-%202002/?action=view&amp;current=09-1999copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="KLR COPY 9" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20overseas%201998%20-%202002/09-1999copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />27 Jan 2011<br />C.N. via KLRabstracts<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span></strong></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6364699063996487993?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-20267969226752876142011-01-24T12:10:00.000-08:002011-01-24T12:11:57.946-08:00<a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=halloween-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/halloween-2.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2026796922675287614?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-59962931080279020652011-01-22T21:11:00.000-08:002011-01-22T23:43:01.572-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Leo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">where are you?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">how have you been?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wish I could</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">meet</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">see</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">your twin girls</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they've grown so much</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as shown</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in your facebook albums</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">please call me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this is my number</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">why don't you bug me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reminisce</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">back when you'd</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">give me a sprite</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">out of your pocket</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">friendship at first smile</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was just a meek Sailor girl</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">baking the breakfast doughnuts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">washing dishpans</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">serving coffee to officers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">officers who's files</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you and I would manage</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">with our asses<br />in utilities<br />in utility!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">how'd we manage</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to still be friends?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">13 years now</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you should be my "gordo"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I dunno, heh!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thinking about you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">every now</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and again</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's nice</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sweet was your skin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">across my flesh</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">that t-shirt in the Korean market</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">read "merge"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have it in storage</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">those cool Japanese breezes<br />our messing around<br />by Mikasa park</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3 a.m.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">love at first fondle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you did it right</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you were my friend first</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you took your time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you rocked my boat</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we fucking rocked the boat!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Heavy Hong Kong waves!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">walking on bulkheads</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dancing on non-skid</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">polite glances</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on the smoke deck</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in our hotel rooms<br />in your quarters</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we glided</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">freshly showered</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">white and dark Mexican Americans</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">making sweet Japanese love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">9-11 attack<br />you and I were together<br />you and I were together</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">YOU AND I</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">WERE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">TOGETHER!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">anywho...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have to gather</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my files</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">medical</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">start filing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a claim<br />visit the VA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm old</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">not so tired</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">love being alive</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I love you, too.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm tired of being stereotyped</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in my favor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">because I look Mexican</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so Indian</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">get called "Señora"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">by the Sun Metro drivers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as if</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I were confused</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">diffused</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">by the fronchih feds<br />pushin 'em to migrate north<br />can't blame the señoras<br />for not wanting to change their ways<br />they're whiter than ME<br />yet</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we all ride</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the same journey</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cleaning houses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">carrying</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bright blue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wally World bags</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I get paid well to clean houses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">because of my prior experience</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and because of how I look...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I stereotype myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" : " + " ( " = frown<br />(colon plus open parenthis)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">almost got run over</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">last week</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and wrote about it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I found my old quals<br />paperwork<br />it made me look good</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for advancement</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they triggered</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a time travel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to the days</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">of when I was more agile than agile</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thought I was brighter than bright</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and more loving than love could be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">living abroad</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I felt so free</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so I assumed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">life would continue to be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was cheated and robbed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hated just to be hated</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">slapped against the head</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my Military name</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">erased each day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">from the office white board roster</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I filled in the blank</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"wallflower"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they hated me more</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for not acting like a hoe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for trying to be such a clean pro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the rebel foe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">friend to those who love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We'd bust our asses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bust our asses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bust asses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bust our brains</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">bust brains</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">rack our brains</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">get brain racked in our racks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">rocked to sleep in our racks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my brain is racked...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the shakes returned</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">60-hour anxiety</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gradually attacking</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my system</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">slowing me down</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I slowly reach</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to pull the lever</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to return to this year</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this day...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">open a cabinet</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and take some vitamins</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">C... multi... E</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">anything healthy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to ease the cerebral noise</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I done better</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have been better</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm supposed to be passed this shit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">closure was reached</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but the stitches came undone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had to go out dancing<br />one last time<br />May 15 2002<br />in Roppongi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">after my bottom left wisdom tooth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and I felt the threads</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">slowly stretching</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">they came undone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've come undone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want no more</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've redone myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">renewed myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">revived myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">yet the shit still stinks</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">embedded</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">too vividly</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in my grey matter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wrinkles</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">neurons shock</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ears ring</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ears hiss</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ears ring</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want to hear a ring</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the ring of my phone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">call me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Please</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Talk to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-5996293108027902065?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-36211151741925879642010-11-07T12:04:00.000-08:002010-11-07T13:13:26.316-08:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">Note to anyone reading:</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">** Always research thoroughly before creating.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">*We all deserve to live well and be well...<br /></span></em><br /><br />" I Don't Wear MAC Makeup"<br />by KLR/Chevalterre Nabil<br /><br />Mujer fronteriza<br />Las Hnas. Mulleavy<br />con su linea cosmetica Rodarte<br />al juntarse con la Co. MAC<br />quisieron recordarte<br />que siempre hay<br />quienes quieren matarte<br /><br />and they say they are sorry<br />they are so fucking sorry...<br /><br />This might be how it went...<br /><br />"Oye Kate...<br />Si Laura?<br />no te gusta SoCal?<br />Ay si mucho...<br /><br />Vamos al cine.<br />Okay, sister!<br /><br />Ay... la J-Lo<br />looks so hot<br />in this movie - Bordertown...<br /><br />J-Lo's Latina?<br />Mexicana?<br />Ay, who cares...<br />Estoy inspirada!<br /><br />Nosotras decender del Zacate...<br />No hermana...<br />El Abuelo decirnos que Zacatecas!<br /><br />Y le llamamos a MAC!<br />oh, what fun!!"<br /><br />... but The Frisky bloggers<br />figured you out<br />ratted you out<br />Rodarte -<br />par de mensas<br /><br />And Thank You,<br />Teresa Puente<br />for your powerful<br />Chicanisima blog<br />on ChicagoNow.com<br /><br />The recalled items...<br />Nail Polishes<br />Blushes<br />and Lip Sticks<br /><br />in the ugliest colors<br />with the worst titles:<br />- Ghost Town<br />- Juarez<br />- Factory<br />- Del Norte<br />- Borderlands<br />- Border Town<br />- Sleepwalker...<br /><br />Glamorizing violence (2x)<br /><br />don't get it yet?<br /><br />te digo mujer...<br />Las Mulleavy-Rodarte<br />quieren recordarte<br />que hay todavia<br />quienes quieren<br />y pueden matarte<br /><br />te vas a dejar? (2x)<br />y las vas a dejar?<br /><br />No compres MAC makeup...<br />si no dejaras a su sistema ganar<br /><br />Don't let 'em win...<br /><br />capitalizing<br />and promoting War (2x)<br /><br />their colors of War.<br /><br />They tried to claim proceeds went to charity<br />They're not right here<br />en la frontera<br />to see with clarity<br /><br />Kate et Laura...<br />Ferme sa bouche<br />et la boutique<br />tu est beauf<br />stupid Rodarte line<br /><br />Ferme sa bouche<br />et la boutique<br />tu est beauf<br />stupid MAC makeup<br /><br />ooh...<br />pique toi<br />MAC makeup (2x)<br /><br />And we women of the US-Mexico border<br />Reside in Juaritos<br />Reside in El Chuco!<br />We Survive<br />We're Strong<br />Strive<br />Again, We are Alive!<br /><br />Yeah, call me a freak bitch, baby...<br />I don't wear Rodarte/MAC makeup.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-3621115174192587964?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-80134226034941013932010-11-04T16:55:00.000-07:002010-11-04T17:04:17.657-07:00Chevalterre Nabil (Karla)<br />Reading with Rincon Bohemio...<br /><br /><br /><object id="utv662492" name="utv_n_59415" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="480" height="296"><param name="_cx" value="12700"><param name="_cy" value="7831"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/video/10587820?v3=1"><param name="Src" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/video/10587820?v3=1"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param 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value="7831"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/video/10605117?v3=1"><param name="Src" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/video/10605117?v3=1"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"><embed flashvars="loc=%2F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;vid=10605117&amp;locale=en_US" width="480" height="296" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="utv618446" name="utv_n_259893" src="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/video/10605117?v3=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />the poem performed by Chevalterre Nabil is titled "Prayer to Lord Yama"<br />I truly hope that anyone reading gets a better understanding of the Holiday known as Dia de los Muertos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8013422603494101393?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-67226911678891308432010-10-17T15:10:00.000-07:002010-11-06T23:58:22.028-07:00written at Tumblewords Project<br />by Chevalterre Nabil 2 Oct 2010<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">(--\</span></strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">..</span><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">/</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">--)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">\</span></strong>..<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">\/</span></strong>..<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">/</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">\</span></strong>....<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">/</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">V</span></div>presentation by Robin Scofield<br />Robin notes:<br />"Away of writing:<br />Writing is one of the free ways of human activities"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">I love him</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">yet I forgive him (5x)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">... because I hate him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">No I love him.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">He's still human,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">after all his evil</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">demonic-animal ways</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">His disfunctional brain</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he's still a human.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- cruel intentions</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he's still human</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Though he's violated</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">me in every way possible...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">a forced kiss on the lips</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I was 5</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">a fondle</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I was 9</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he locked me in my own playhouse</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I was 8</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he'd pushed me to the ground</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I was 6</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he bragged to his friends</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">about how good I was to my boyfriend</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I was 14</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he abandoned me on a Juarez ruta-bus</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I was 15</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">He'd targeted</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">and hated me (5x)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">all my life</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Yet I've been through worse shit</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">than his shit</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">fie years ago</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he'd stolen my identity</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- I received a bill</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">about a phone line</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">in Colorado where</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he'd resided for ten years</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">As soon as I reported him</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">He packed his bags</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">and moved into our mother's house.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Yes... (2x)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">My brother</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">my own flesh and blood</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">and dare I blog</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">and publish this story</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">it documents</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">all the turmoil</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he's caused in my life...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">but even after the 1980's molestation...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">I forgave him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">He thought he'd controlled me (3x)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">He thought he'd controlled his:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">ex-wife</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">our mother</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">our grandmother</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">our bloodline</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">his girlfriend...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">... curse Her witchcraft,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">and they lie calling themselves</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Christians-uh!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would mean</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he gets away with his crimes.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">I forgive him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">because he has seen</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he cannot break me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he has seen</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">how Family fortifies and bonds</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he has seen that</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">should he keep ACTING</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">he gains more</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">positive support</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">attention and love</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">from us all...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">I warn to our Madre...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">cuidado - </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">To love him would be stupid</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">- cuidado</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">because I love him too.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">Yet I forgive him...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">He will pay his own debts.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6722691167889130843?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-25949461319463823492010-10-17T14:49:00.000-07:002010-10-17T15:02:28.643-07:00<div align="center">Written 16 Oct 2010, at Tumblewords Project<br />by Chevalterre Nabil</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">presentation theme: Morrissey State of Mind<br />discussion: Steven Patrick Morrissey as the writer and poet/lyricist vs. the musician.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Notes: And the day's weathers have been wonderful all day.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And I love them</div><div align="center">then I hate them</div><div align="center">I love them</div><div align="center">they hate me</div><div align="center">They love me mad</div><div align="center">They love me madly</div><div align="center">They love me dearly mad</div><div align="center">and madly</div><div align="center">Their dreadful love</div><div align="center">I too - do love</div><div align="center">My unconditional love</div><div align="center">Their morbid love</div><div align="center">filled with conditions</div><div align="center">ammunitions</div><div align="center">aimed at me</div><div align="center">at each other</div><div align="center">conditioned ammo</div><div align="center">fire away!</div><div align="center">They shoot loving</div><div align="center">deadly words</div><div align="center">past their lips</div><div align="center">lying...</div><div align="center">I don't say it to hurt you.</div><div align="center">Their mouths of machine guns</div><div align="center">repeating those hurtful words</div><div align="center">- Take them like salt</div><div align="center">it stings.</div><div align="center">- Take them like sugar</div><div align="center">it corrodes.</div><div align="center">- Take them like fried rice</div><div align="center">it fattens</div><div align="center">oh, little fattie:</div><div align="center">You're too dark.</div><div align="center">Change your hair.</div><div align="center">Get married already</div><div align="center">or get two boyfriends...</div><div align="center">I control you</div><div align="center">control you...</div><div align="center">and like their eldest offspring...</div><div align="center">Me being the youngest...</div><div align="center">My twin born five years before me</div><div align="center">... slick back our hair</div><div align="center">Remove my feminine makeup...</div><div align="center">we each look the same</div><div align="center">since our births.</div><div align="center">Always quiet...</div><div align="center">loners?</div><div align="center">But when our physical creators</div><div align="center">are out hunting each other</div><div align="center">down</div><div align="center">down</div><div align="center">down</div><div align="center">all over town</div><div align="center">My healthy sibling and I</div><div align="center">at different ends...</div><div align="center">control our child-like bloodline...</div><div align="center">Raise an eye-brow...</div><div align="center">No fighting</div><div align="center">No cursing</div><div align="center">No pushing</div><div align="center">No shoving...</div><div align="center">Absolutely no abuse allowed!</div><div align="center">Treat the monsters sweetly...</div><div align="center">They forget their invisible worries...</div><div align="center">Color their world pleasently...</div><div align="center">And we can sit in Mother's garden</div><div align="center">in the family picnic.</div><div align="center">Always being aware...</div><div align="center">for when there's an offset</div><div align="center">one, two, or all three of them explode...</div><div align="center">Meanwhile... </div><div align="center">live the unrealistic fantasy out</div><div align="center">for each of them...</div><div align="center">While they still think they're controlling you,</div><div align="center">themselves,</div><div align="center">and each other.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2594946131946382349?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-37502687332373916632010-10-16T23:08:00.000-07:002010-10-16T23:09:42.653-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20special%20occasion/?action=view&amp;current=UncensoredFriendship16Oct2010KLR_CN.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20special%20occasion/UncensoredFriendship16Oct2010KLR_CN.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-3750268733237391663?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-3887048790146952262010-09-06T09:54:00.000-07:002010-09-06T10:07:21.891-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">This was originally a signature I used to use on my hotmail e-mails.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Originally written in 2001, while I was in the U. S. Navy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Happy Labor Day!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Cinnamon...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Add it to your java</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It makes you warm like lava</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">And as you take a swallow</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">It fills you not to hollow.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">===========</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Canela...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Agregale a tu java</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Te calienta como lava</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Y cuando des un trago</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Te llena como un profundo lago.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">=====</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">===</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-388704879014695226?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-22366019842436840492010-09-06T09:28:00.000-07:002010-09-06T09:44:47.858-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">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!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">-- 12 Aug. 2005, by KLR before Chevalterre Nabil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">I have a crush on my English teacher</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">All the others hate him</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">because he's such a preacher</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Discipline in writing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">is what he asked for</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">The 'A' plus on my paper</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">is what I'm glad...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">For,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">I have a crush</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">on my English instructor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Each day I attend class</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">music inside me is played</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">by the chore conductor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">..... pop quiz: after having read this poem, leave the answer in the comments.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">The question is: what is the "chore conductor"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">Clue 1: referred from the title<br />Clue 2: it's an organ</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2236601984243684049?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-75193908665952985112010-09-06T08:53:00.000-07:002010-09-06T09:04:42.524-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"><em>Un petit poem de KLR avant Chevalterre Nabil</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"><em>12 Aug 2005</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">..._=-`\/'-=_...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">I Missed the Bus</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">-----</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Sitting &amp; waiting</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">After two hours</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">It's late.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Looking &amp; asking</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Oh!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">On the opposite side?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">I missed my date!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">..._=-`\/'-=_...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Se Paso la Ruta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;">-----</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Sentada, esperando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Se hace tarde</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Despues de dos horas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Busco, preguntando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">?Paso del otro lado?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">!Mejor ni me enfado!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">..._=-`\/'-=_...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-7519390866595298511?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-40420320895483261582010-09-02T16:08:00.000-07:002010-09-02T16:34:03.138-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>Pour KLR et Chevalterre Nabil</em><br /><em>C'est un petit poem q'el s'appelle:</em><br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">RAIN</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">------</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Rain</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">It drips</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Rain</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">It pours</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">A kiss</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">from your lips</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">And my heart</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">is yours.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">-----</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"><'^~-_____-->+<--_____-~^'></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">-----</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">LLUVIA</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">---------</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Lluvia</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">chorrea</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Lluvia</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">gotea</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Atas mi corazon</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">como una correa</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Porque tu beso</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">me tontea</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">-----</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Original illustration by "AutomaticStream"<br />rendering via Photobucket.com</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">*</span><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=469px-Sketch_peter_simone.jpg" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#6600cc;">*<br /></span><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=469px-Sketch_peter_simone.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Decorated%20images/469px-Sketch_peter_simone.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-4042032089548326158?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-88881870708732414202010-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:002010-08-31T18:45:56.029-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;">complete piece written in July of 2005</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;">by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">-----</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">-----</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Red it bleeds</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Red it drips</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I wipe away at my nose</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">with my fingertips</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">The concrete</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">as I knelt</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">strangely, no cut</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I felt</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">As I rose</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">to stand erect</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">That bright red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">was quite direct</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">A child I was</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">sad and sobbing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">The hot red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">pressure throbbing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Chasing a boy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">while riding a bike</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Falling to my knee</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">the red did like</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Through tiny pores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">like little ants</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Yellow they turned</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">infected under my pants</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">The stinging stain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">embarrassed me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">In summer school,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">figured out its chemistry</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">The red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">during puberty</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Did not infect</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">my purity.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;">*<..._____-----...<*>...-----_____...>*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">True heartache,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">open wounds</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Empty flesh hollows</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Red-covered tombs</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">In shock I was</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">the period seized</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">The red not coming</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I was not pleased</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Heart and knuckles</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">in red are tarred</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Forever</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">they are scarred</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">On the job</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">grey dust turns red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Through my respirator,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">dizziness in my head</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I pray at church</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">they serve me red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I eat my dumplings</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">they serve me red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I can breathe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">but red comes out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Plasma, blood clots</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I curse and shout</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">My paranoia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">lurks and hides</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">For thirty days</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">red spills from all sides</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Deep breathing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Deep meditation</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Controlling the bleeding</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">no slack or hesitation</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">The red flows</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">as it is meant to be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Distastefully,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">it is a curse to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">the Red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">inside me boils</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">All the clothing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">it soils</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I cannot continue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">eve or day</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Without some red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">spilling away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I fear</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">when in private</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">If you see it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I want to hide it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">You ask me why</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I fear the Red</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">It is a danger</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">inside my head</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Like a trigger</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">for a bull</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Red restrains me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">into a lull.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><p align="center"><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/?action=view&amp;current=82dd-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/82dd-1.jpg" /></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8888187070873241420?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-17783575073171679322010-08-26T09:06:00.000-07:002010-08-26T09:45:33.088-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>A memoir written by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil, in 28 July 2005.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>This poem is dedicated to "Bonita", the family's pet bird. She'd passed on at 0630 on 27 July 2005.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">----------</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Our little bird</div><div align="center">Our little friend</div><div align="center">You were with us</div><div align="center">until the end</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">You befriended us</div><div align="center">distracting my mother</div><div align="center">from her garden</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">I met you while</div><div align="center">atop the kitchen table</div><div align="center">you were hoppin'</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">We fed you bread crumbs</div><div align="center">until you pooped</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">My mother's linens</div><div align="center">stained and gooped</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">You needed a home</div><div align="center">Grandpa got you a cage</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">We gave you accomodations</div><div align="center">You sure didn't smell like sage</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">We called you "bonito"</div><div align="center">(sometimes pajilolo)</div><div align="center">We thought you were pretty</div><div align="center">and a male too</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">We were so ignorant</div><div align="center">after seeing</div><div align="center">you could lay an egg</div><div align="center">...ooh!</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">You were my best friend</div><div align="center">for only with me</div><div align="center">you'd chirp and dance</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Whenever I'd pass</div><div align="center">you'd caw and prance</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">You wanted to fly</div><div align="center">we'd drprived you</div><div align="center">of space</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">And trusting me</div><div align="center">you perched on my hand</div><div align="center">with such grace</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Clicking and knocking for snacks</div><div align="center">Tortillas and pancakes</div><div align="center">with you we shared</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">And the doggie just waiting</div><div align="center">as your snacks fell</div><div align="center">to eat them, he dared!!</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">So much love was shared</div><div align="center">I am sure you left</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">But now bits of our hearts</div><div align="center">will melt</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">No longer will you</div><div align="center">whistle along with the sirens</div><div align="center">bark with the dog</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">nor will you</div><div align="center">chatter with the crowd</div><div align="center">or climb up on your log</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Remember when</div><div align="center">you'd caw the syllables</div><div align="center">of my name</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Each morning</div><div align="center">you'd play that</div><div align="center">cute little game</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Blaming the dog</div><div align="center">for your mess of bird feed</div><div align="center">"wow-wow-wow-wow-wow!"</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Now he looks for you</div><div align="center">wondering,</div><div align="center">"She's gone? but how?"</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">We shall solemnly miss</div><div align="center">your spunky plumage</div><div align="center">and lush, red cheeks</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">And when dad whistles</div><div align="center">I'll remember how you'd</div><div align="center">sing along with sweet peeps</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Fairwell our feathered friend</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Aurevoir my petite and pretty bird</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Where another cockatiel calls</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center">Yours will certainly be heard.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">**</span></div><p align="center"><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=iconCockatielsayshi.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Decorated%20images/iconCockatielsayshi.jpg" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-1778357507317167932?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-52538737360108865142010-08-24T13:05:00.000-07:002010-08-24T13:55:39.608-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">by KLR before Chevalterre Nabil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">28 June 2005</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">**</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I don't know what to say</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I don't know what to do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I feel like a mess</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I feel like a fool</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">So many men with whom I'd lay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">So many men that I would do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">An easy way of relieving stress</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">That sleasy joy filling my pool</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">If only it were yesterday</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">When i still had you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Before I met sex</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Our dreams we'd thread into a spool</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">We said we would stay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">You said you'd write too</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Our paths became so complex</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">My anxiety and impatience began to rule</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I'm not yet old nor grey</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Longer than a decade, since I saw you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">The spool has not unraveled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I long to be in your arms</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">We've headed towards each other's way</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Holding me, you missed me too</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">But our hearts have been graveled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">And useless are my charms</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Please don't let me become astray</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I only want to be with you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">All these men, they have me mangled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">The curse on me must be lifted</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Send me a sign for me to stay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Do not let me say "adieu"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">This anxiety and impatience get me strangled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">I'm reaching out for help, to be lifted.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/?action=view&amp;current=9347-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/White%20Eagle%20Dreams/9347-1.jpg" /></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-5253873736010886514?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-75201082777403614912010-08-19T13:48:00.000-07:002010-08-19T14:35:05.706-07:00<div align="center">by Karla/KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil</div><br /><div align="center">20 June 2005</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">*previous publication on Virgogray Press' "Valium" Anthology</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">and June 2009 issue of Fever News - El Paso, TX' first gay magazine/newspaper.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">14</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">JOINED THE ROTTEN OL' TIN CANS</div><br /><div align="center">a. k. a. R. O. T. C.</div><br /><div align="center">drills &amp; drills 7 the comaraderie.</div><br /><div align="center">I love it</div><br /><div align="center">Do I get enough of it?</div><br /><div align="center">I'm failing Pre-Cal &amp; Chemistry</div><br /><div align="center">So's I quit &amp; keep the chloroforms.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">19 1/2</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">RECRUITED MYSELF INTO THE NAVY</div><br /><div align="center">they call me a squid</div><br /><div align="center">a shellback I'll become</div><br /><div align="center">I love it</div><br /><div align="center">Goin' from green to blue</div><br /><div align="center">I'm losin' weight, keepin' in shape</div><br /><div align="center">2 to 3 hours a day to skip the lunch plate.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">19 3/4</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">GET FLOWN TO THE GREAT MISTAKES</div><br /><div align="center">a.k.a. Illinois' Great Lakes</div><br /><div align="center">cold &amp; windy</div><br /><div align="center">I love it</div><br /><div align="center">El Paso my home? What's that?</div><br /><div align="center">Service week in the galley washin' dishes &amp; racks</div><br /><div align="center">A L. A. chola didn't watch my back</div><br /><div align="center">So's I broke my back. Can I make it?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">almost 20</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">GOIN' ACROSS THE STREET TO N.T.C.</div><br /><div align="center">finally graduated B.T.C.</div><br /><div align="center">I'm completely lost</div><br /><div align="center">I love it!</div><br /><div align="center">So's I make out by the lake</div><br /><div align="center">&amp; freestyle dance with a date.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">20</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">EARNED A 2-WEEK BREAT &amp; VISIT THE FAMILY</div><br /><div align="center">they told me they were improving?</div><br /><div align="center">I hate it!</div><br /><div align="center">they just keep on fighting</div><br /><div align="center">So's I party</div><br /><div align="center">'till my next duty station</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">still @ 20</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">FLOWN TO JAPAN, LAND OF MACROSS &amp; SAILORMOON</div><br /><div align="center">nothing but colorful manga &amp; anime</div><br /><div align="center">I love it!</div><br /><div align="center">because I can drink</div><br /><div align="center">KAMPAI!</div><br /><div align="center">So's I learned in Yokosuka</div><br /><div align="center">there's no concept of zero.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">21</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'VE BEEN TO RUSSIA, CHINA, KOREA,</div><br /><div align="center">Singapore, Bali, Guam, Australia</div><br /><div align="center">I love it!</div><br /><div align="center">can't get enough of it, love.</div><br /><div align="center">So's I shop &amp; drink &amp; dance my liberty away</div><br /><div align="center">bust my arse 'till I hurt my back again.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">22</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'M NOT THIN ANYMORE</div><br /><div align="center">the pounds I've gained -- galore!</div><br /><div align="center">I've been pushin' the Xenedrine!</div><br /><div align="center">gettin' my Anthrax &amp; Percocet!</div><br /><div align="center">So's I shake in my sleep</div><br /><div align="center">Motrin's tasteless candy &amp;</div><br /><div align="center">Black gum has Nicotine?</div><br /><div align="center">I used to not smoke!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">22 1/2</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">SURVIVED SEEIN' WRITE &amp; JOHNSON'S</div><br /><div align="center">live amputation...</div><br /><div align="center">because of 2, 4, 6, 8 -</div><br /><div align="center">thousand mistakes</div><br /><div align="center">We don't appreciate.</div><br /><div align="center">So's I shake in my sleep &amp; dream of healing</div><br /><div align="center">I loved those guys</div><br /><div align="center">&amp; hate that they're gone.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">23</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">ONCE A MONTH, LEARNIN' TO DANCE SEXY SALSA</div><br /><div align="center">sleepin' with nice rich European men</div><br /><div align="center">I love it</div><br /><div align="center">get too much of it</div><br /><div align="center">So's I wanna find love</div><br /><div align="center">in the land of the crimson sun.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">24</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">MY EX-BOYFRIENDS WANT ME BACK</div><br /><div align="center">I feel so outta wack!</div><br /><div align="center">I loath it!</div><br /><div align="center">Cannot stand it! ...</div><br /><div align="center">They can't love me...</div><br /><div align="center">So's I get peshed off my wankin' knickers...</div><br /><div align="center">So's I go ride horses cause they're</div><br /><div align="center">such good kickers -- Wooh!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">24 3/4</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">SINKIN' LIKE ARSE</div><br /><div align="center">have no privacy? no liberty!</div><br /><div align="center">Everyone wants a piece of me...</div><br /><div align="center">I HATE IT</div><br /><div align="center">GONNA LOSE IT!</div><br /><div align="center">So's I stop:</div><br /><div align="center">... I forgot to jump overboard</div><br /><div align="center">I have 3 months left...</div><br /><div align="center">there is life after death.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">25</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">BEEN BACK HOME</div><br /><div align="center">"Hell Paso" they call it.</div><br /><div align="center">I love it.</div><br /><div align="center">I missed it</div><br /><div align="center">So's I get some jobs</div><br /><div align="center">pay the bills.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">26</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">WORKIN' FOR THE MINIMUM</div><br /><div align="center">these easy skate jobs &amp; teenagers</div><br /><div align="center">call 'em careers?!</div><br /><div align="center">I'm bored</div><br /><div align="center">needing a challenge</div><br /><div align="center">So's I sign up for the Guard -- HOOAH!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">26 1/2</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">LOSIN' WEIGHT, KEEPIN' IN SHAPE</div><br /><div align="center">It's too damn easy!</div><br /><div align="center">... but wait!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I just turned 27</div><br /><div align="center">I'm in Kentucky's Ft. Knox</div><br /><div align="center">can't even go to the 7-11</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I could run in El Paso</div><br /><div align="center">My body's in shock</div><br /><div align="center">I feel like a fatso</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Recruiters &amp; MEPS deprived me of training</div><br /><div align="center">I am in numbing pain</div><br /><div align="center">Pills &amp; drugs come pouring down like raining</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Lord Almighty</div><br /><div align="center">what have I done?</div><br /><div align="center">A WAR inside me</div><br /><div align="center">has begun!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Green to Blue</div><br /><div align="center">Blue to Green</div><br /><div align="center">there are some differences</div><br /><div align="center">I have seen.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Only one thing</div><br /><div align="center">just won't change:</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">That "Military Drug"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">YOU LOVE IT</div><br /><div align="center">YOU WANT IT?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I won't be a hypocrite</div><br /><div align="center">tell you to not join</div><br /><div align="center">this is only</div><br /><div align="center">a fraction of my story</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So's all I can say is,</div><br /><div align="center">"Getcha Some!"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-7520108277740361491?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-88146776318234005352010-07-13T14:53:00.000-07:002010-07-13T15:15:24.068-07:00and of course, this is thanks to Free Hole Slam Poets!!<br /><br />In these videos, you'll see Karla reading for Chevalterre Nabil.<br /><br />AND OF COURSE HONORABLE MENTION TO:<br />SERENITY WHO WON THE SLAM!!!<br />YOU'LL ALSO SEE: FRANK... AND A NEWCOMER<br /><object style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 296px" width="350" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNWhCo5E4eo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNWhCo5E4eo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 290px" width="349" height="290"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_H7BvzEF6uU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_H7BvzEF6uU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 283px" width="350" height="283"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mejzn5OSmQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mejzn5OSmQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />TO VIEW MORE} <a href="http://www.youtube.com/FREEHOLESLAM">HTTP://WWW.YOUTUBE.COM/FREEHOLESLAM</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8814677631823400535?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-36821164553376449482010-07-11T15:53:00.000-07:002010-07-11T15:57:45.560-07:00<em><span style="color:#ffff00;">Written at TWP 10 July 2010</span></em><br /><br />Bring in your smile<br />for a while<br />your rosie cheeks<br />you present to me<br />askin' for colors<br />red...<br />no!<br />A brighter red<br />with a glossy finish<br />well finish!<br />Gosh, you're bossy...<br />I'm gettin' your glitter, babe<br />and I layer, and layer<br />with my brush<br />you feel a rush...<br /><br />And when it's done<br />you're more than ready<br />and willing<br />to come undone<br />on the dance floor...<br /><br />'Cause with me<br />as you can see<br /><br />you get your face painted<br />with my art painted<br />yes, indeed<br />on your face<br /><br />the cherry red<br />eye-poppin'<br />bright red<br />fruits...<br />yes cherries...<br /><br />out of all the listed<br />vast pages<br /> with designs<br />in the O. P.'s<br />quiet bar...<br /><br />on a fantastically<br />fabulous<br />Friday night.<br /><br />C. N. via KLR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-3682116455337644948?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-59219932610531351402010-07-11T15:36:00.000-07:002010-07-11T15:51:17.104-07:00<span style="color:#ffff00;"><em>Written at Tumblewords 10 July 2010</em></span><br /><br />Ode to Sunset Heights Block Party:<br /><br />Block Party<br />bohemians...<br />bikini babes<br />painted up<br />painted down<br />walkin' by<br />my compadres<br />and comadres<br />we<br />dance<br />groove<br />and jive<br />under the scorching<br />El Paso sun<br />our brown-Earth skins<br />burn...<br />lovin'<br />the Sunset Heights block<br />lovin' each other<br />belly dancin'<br />fire dancin'<br />skateboard dancin'<br />it's all romancin'<br /><br />'buy my art<br />feed my heart'<br />we call out to<br />one another...<br />our neighbors<br /><br />We sit,<br />chill...<br />share<br />the atmosphere<br /><br />Our friends' music<br />all day<br />we are here<br />throughout<br />it's far out<br />That Sunset Heights<br />Block Party<br /><br />were you there?<br />oh, friend<br />I was there...<br /><br />and everyone glowed<br />in that incense-caressed<br />atmosphere<br />as our neighborhood<br />Sun did set<br />we each shone<br />brighter<br />stronger<br />in hapiness<br />harmonious<br />Our auras shown<br />in a rainbow's hues<br />technicolored spirits<br />and I'd shown<br />a clear...<br />light and easy<br />true blue<br />At peace<br />content.<br /><br />C. N. via KLR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-5921993261053135140?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-24857778095682497772010-07-11T14:49:00.000-07:002010-07-11T15:07:41.059-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;">Inspired by Ruben Alvarado, El Paso Slam Poet from Chicago<br />He has presented for the first time at Tumblewords Project writing workshop.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;">The presentation has included the encouragement of natural free flow of writing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;">with Ruben's Spoen Word declamations and Hip Hop tracks. - 10 June 2010</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">-----------</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Construction's the function</div><div align="center">since the day of my birth</div><div align="center">384 moons later...</div><div align="center">And this moon</div><div align="center">shines on the site</div><div align="center">and the site grows</div><div align="center">it grows...</div><div align="center">Machinery...</div><div align="center">bull dosers and cranes</div><div align="center">dig into our Mother</div><div align="center">Earth</div><div align="center">She's bare</div><div align="center">and naked</div><div align="center">alas -- alive</div><div align="center">she remains...</div><div align="center">As I walk</div><div align="center">home</div><div align="center">to work</div><div align="center">to the coffee shop</div><div align="center">museums</div><div align="center">libraries</div><div align="center">to work...</div><div align="center">to work</div><div align="center">I'm trying to get there</div><div align="center">arrive...</div><div align="center">Alarum -</div><div align="center">Orange</div><div align="center">Barrier - </div><div align="center">Orange</div><div align="center">The green light says 'yay'</div><div align="center">the Orange cones</div><div align="center">and yellow tape say 'nay'</div><div align="center">But I am not astray</div><div align="center">I know there's another way</div><div align="center">to detour</div><div align="center">the signs do say</div><div align="center">As everything</div><div align="center">in this vast life</div><div align="center">changes</div><div align="center">my direction</div><div align="center">changes</div><div align="center">learning</div><div align="center">and relearning</div><div align="center">the mind expanding</div><div align="center">so do my lungs</div><div align="center">expanding</div><div align="center">As I inhale</div><div align="center">breathing in</div><div align="center">the Earth's scent...</div><div align="center">in my neighborhood</div><div align="center">of Sunset Heights</div><div align="center">where...</div><div align="center">The Sun and the Moon</div><div align="center">do shine upon us</div><div align="center">guiding new paths</div><div align="center">around the city's refurbishing</div><div align="center">El Paso</div><div align="center">reconstructing...</div><div align="center">Its historical...</div><div align="center">Vintage</div><div align="center">walkways</div><div align="center">Old El Paso</div><div align="center">Old Fort Bliss</div><div align="center">the former</div><div align="center">1920's China Town</div><div align="center">Railroads</div><div align="center">underground...</div><div align="center">Oregon St.</div><div align="center">And the construction grows</div><div align="center">Alarum - orange</div><div align="center">extends</div><div align="center">And the nation comprehends</div><div align="center">detouring</div><div align="center">around and about</div><div align="center">Montana...</div><div align="center">Rio Grande...</div><div align="center">Luna Grande...</div><div align="center">shines upon us</div><div align="center">shines upon</div><div align="center">the naked desert</div><div align="center">Earth...</div><div align="center">where the alkies hang out...</div><div align="center">pass by</div><div align="center">slip 'em a nickel</div><div align="center">or not at all</div><div align="center">'cause they see you everyday</div><div align="center">in your everyway</div><div align="center">Yeah...</div><div align="center">dressed in your brown skin</div><div align="center">Earth skin...</div><div align="center">bare feet</div><div align="center">inside zapatos</div><div align="center">still feel...</div><div align="center">Her rugged</div><div align="center">unlevelled</div><div align="center">soil</div><div align="center">walk down and up</div><div align="center">the rugged path</div><div align="center">when everyone sleeps...</div><div align="center">and travel to another</div><div align="center">world.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">C. N. via KLR</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2485777809568249777?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-24393210692145520982010-07-01T14:22:00.000-07:002010-07-01T14:28:41.634-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Dedico este poema a mi primo Jaime DL (que en paz descanses),<br />y nuestra familia sobreviviente.</span></em> </span><br /><p align="center">La neta del planeta<br />Esque yo no soy profeta<br />Pero como profeta<br />Les quisiera decir<br />Que por favor<br />Me hagan reir<br />Anden, todos a sonreir<br />Que la luz<br />Nos haga a cada uno<br />Lucir<br />Profundamente<br />Y hasta afuera<br />Como un juego<br />De sube y baja<br />Que nunca baja<br />Y que no se nos bajen<br />Los animos<br />Y las ganas<br />De sentir,<br />Vivir,<br />Alabar,<br />Añorar,<br />Gozar,<br />Y amar…<br />O Por Dios<br />Dejame amar!<br />Con mis compadres y comadres<br />En un juego de<br />Por arriba.<br />Por abajo,<br />Por un lado,<br />Por el otro,<br />Y para donde vamos?<br />Por cual rumbo damos?<br />Pos' para viejos que zumbamos<br />Porque adelante le seguimos<br />Como Dorotea y sus amigos<br /><em>Follow the yellow brick road,</em><br />Y siguen el <em>yellow brick road</em>,<br />Siguen y siguen,<br />Siguen y siguen,<br />Siguen por ese rumbo<br />Al destino<br />Del infinito…<br />Se atraviesa<br />Un juego<br />De <em>hop scotch</em><br />Tira tu piedrita<br />Y dale…<br />Dos y dos son cuatro,<br />Cuatro y dos son seis<br />Seis y dos son ocho<br />Y ocho diez-y-seis<br />Es mas,<br />Agregale diez-y-seis<br />Y tienes mi exacta edad<br />Para decir la verdad<br />Y la verdad es la neta<br />Que en este planeta<br />Y como dije<br />Desde un principio<br />No nos vamos<br />A joder<br />Ni chingar<br />Ni fregar<br />El alma<br />Porque<br />La venganza<br />No es buena<br />Solo envenena<br />Al igual que el odio<br />Una mente en vejez<br />Llena de tristez’<br />Por abusos,<br />Vicios<br />Y tontes<br />Al pinche demonio<br />Y deja todo eso atras<br />Pasa…<br />La vida pasa<br />Vivela en paz<br />En harmonia<br />Con todo ajeno<br />Con tranquilidad<br />Hermandad<br />En este planeta<br />Esa’s la neta<br />Y como profeta<br />Puesto que<br />No lo soy,<br />He dicho ya! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2439321069214552098?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-37043418784315382572010-06-24T10:04:00.000-07:002010-06-24T10:50:40.447-07:00Feeling smitten<br />emotes for a broken heart<br />to pump a little faster<br />and feel tickled<br />Karma starts giggling<br />sending cute little notes<br />to the one<br />who made you feel that way...<br /><br />But Johnny is mistaken...<br />Karma's not so easily distracted<br /><br />Her heart is strong<br /><br />Johnny assumed<br />she'd be vulnerable<br /><br />So Karma's gotta return<br />these Rose-colored glasses...<br /><br />It's not personal...<br />but they have annoyed her.<br />Rose-colored glasses...<br />Heh!<br /><br />She don't want <br />a wouldbe boyfriend<br />or woudlbe girlfriend<br />She wants a partner<br /><br />She don't want to talk<br />about future plans<br />She wants to discuss<br />current situations<br />they need to be handled<br /><br />She don't just want<br />lunch and a movie<br />She wants, with Baron<br />to serve a cause<br />And share the wealth<br />with fellow homosapiens<br /><br />Karma enjoyed<br />Johnny's light caresses<br />but not much more is felt<br />that way<br />She prefers a firm gesture<br />a mutual embrace<br /><br />She don't want to hear<br />that Johnny don't sing after all...<br />that after all those talks<br />he never wrote anything<br />from the heart<br /><br />She'd rather co-write<br />and harmonize<br />with Baron...<br />to their rhythms and beats<br />they can reach out to others<br />with their souls<br /><br />She don't want<br />30-min-reports<br />of Johnny's insignificant happenings<br /><br />It makes her sick<br /><br />Johnny eats out all the time.<br /><br />Baron appreciates a home cooked meal.<br /><br />Karma's happy to know...<br />For when she pays a visit<br />she doesn't arrive empty-handed<br /><br />She don't want to hear Johnny<br />at midnight<br />jerkin' off<br />to the beat of his hands<br /><br />She'd prefer to be with Baron<br />merging<br />to the beat of their hearts<br /><br />Yes, they beat in unison<br />Yes, they roll together<br /><br />And why?<br />Cause she prefers to visit the Rose Garden<br /><br />Versus hearing - <br />the empty promise of getting one<br /><br />Karma don't want a fake romance.<br /><br />She desires true love.<br /><br />and she sings to Baron...<br /><br />"We sound good together<br />baby<br />And I knew it<br />from the start<br /><br />We can groove together<br />darlin'<br />the love grows<br />straight from our hearts<br /><br />I don't want<br />no fake emotions<br /><br />I don't care for canned pumpkin pie<br /><br />I want us to fly free<br />together<br /><br />and never say goodbye."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-3704341878431538257?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-29151433464140572662010-06-19T10:01:00.000-07:002010-06-19T10:21:20.362-07:00<em>Dedicated to my friend Rachel - Whom I'd met in 1989<br />And yes Rachel - I too always remember when we were little girls in 5th grade.</em><br /><br />"Picnic Anecdote"<br />Chevalterre Nabil - 19 June 2010<br /><br />Life...<br /><br />being such a picnic<br /><br />All these ants<br />of different kinds:<br />green<br />red<br />blue<br />white!<br />even Brown...<br /><br />they line up<br />trailing<br /><br />encircling<br />the food<br /><br />to take it.<br /><br />I lean in to talk to them<br />'Friends,<br />That is my food<br />I need it'<br /><br />Some will unite and take chunks out<br />with all their force<br />and run away<br /><br />Some hide pinches<br />and sneak off<br />without making a sound<br /><br />the others move on<br />to the next cloth<br />in the park<br /><br />I can be brighter<br />and snatch my sandwich away<br />and then<br />I don't miss out...<br /><br />on the flavors<br />textures on my taste buds<br />swallowing richness<br />and feeling nourished.<br /><br />Otherwise<br />settling for junk food<br />makes me run over to the roach coach<br /><br />then I have lost much more<br />and gained little.<br /><br />and those sort of efforts<br />and lack of effort<br />do lead to:<br />weakness<br />illness<br /><br />In realizing this:<br />My body begins to change<br />morphing...<br /><br />to one of an ant<br />I am the queen ant<br /><br />I rise<br />and reach out to my troops<br />get it together<br /><br />I lead well<br />as we work as a team<br /><br />We get just the needed food<br /><br />avoiding surplus supplies<br />prevents potential poisoning<br /><br />With enough supplies<br />and proper care<br />we grow stronger.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2915143346414057266?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-58483936710360778402010-06-12T16:29:00.000-07:002010-06-12T16:43:19.822-07:00Beginning experiment at Tumblewords Project.<br />there may be video integrated to each of these.<br /><br />test run just the written versions for now...<br /><br />1. We - excited to reunite, embraced<br /> but you yanked at my hair so hard!<br /> As I cried - you were coldly indifferent.<br /> C. N. - 12 June 2010<br />(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.)<br /><br />2. The phone rings, rings, and rings<br /> while you suffer through your attack<br /> I'm left to talk into your machine.<br /> C. N. - 12 June 2010<br />(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.)<br /><br />3. I wanted to climb the tree<br /> As I slipped and scraped my arms<br /> you stepped back and let me fall.<br /> C. N. - 12 June 2010<br />(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.)<br /><br />4. You delayed our travels<br /> told me to wait for you<br /> and left me behind.<br /> C. N. - 12 June 2010<br />(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.)<br /><br />5. You stole a phone<br /> rejoicing in<br /> collecting money to return it.<br /> C. N. - 12 June 2010<br />(a clue: he's a sociopath)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-5848393671036077840?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-17328892039335628042010-06-04T10:53:00.000-07:002010-06-04T10:58:51.774-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Research to back up:<br />"I Had a Bad Romance and Ate it Too"<br />and<br />"Saving Grace of Protest"<br /><br />I do dedicate this to Raquel T. Lynn.<br />She's suffered the torment of a sociopath<br />and still does, as they have a child together.<br /><br />Know the signs of the disorder known as:<br />Antisocial Personality Disorder<br /><br />and keep yourself and others Safe.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/janTViXo4rY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/janTViXo4rY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-1732889203933562804?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-44966808777162377552010-05-31T18:07:00.000-07:002010-05-31T18:22:37.176-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">by Chevalterre Nabil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">written in 30 minutes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Labor Day 2010</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">==========</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Say it loud</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Sait it proud</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Say it clear</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and stay near</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">As you express</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and protest</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">the truth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">must be confessed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">there's much love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">to be professed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Silence isn't gold</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">All the words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">which within you hold</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Begin to rot</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and form to mold</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">For when you're a coward</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">not at all witty</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">nor bold</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Your internal mulch</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">beginning to seep</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and protrude</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">makes you explode!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Those rancid holes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">you tend to</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and harness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">You cannot</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">push me into it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">As my friends' love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">sets me free</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Their words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">of kindness and concern</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">protest your wicked enchantment</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">with glee</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Oh, my beloveds!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">for thee</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I reach!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">And say</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Thank you!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">for the shield</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">formed by</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">your protesting words</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">And when</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I remembered myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and my yearning</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">for happiness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and freedom</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">which the hating witch</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">allowed me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">so seldom...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I embraced the shield</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and it broke me free...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">The witche's enchantment</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">was one of loathing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and disgust.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I'd felt compassion</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">for him</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">... we each thought</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">rescuing each other</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">was a must</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">But with time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">He did drain me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">So blind I became</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I could not seek</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">to pull myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">out of the emotional dungeon</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and he'd maintained</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">me there</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">naked and bare</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Lustful his glare</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">He'd provided</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">so long as I begged</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I'd yearned for</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">warm touches</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">not cold, boring</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">tongue lashings</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">in the bed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Then he'd let me wander</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">dazed... astray</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I'd asked...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Why can I not find</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">my way?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Oh, come and see me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">for one day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">And he said...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">No.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">That it was</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">not in his plans...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and clearly</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">not in his heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">I reached for my shield</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and pushed us apart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Now I am back</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">healthy, serene.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">and again, my friend,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">Thanks for saying</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;">just what you mean.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-4496680877716237755?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-59427032854547491982010-05-28T17:39:00.000-07:002010-05-31T18:01:19.650-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">by Chevalterre Nabil,</span></div><div align="center">28 May 2010</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">From the beginning<br />you doubted 'us',</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">As I convinced myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">that you were the one.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You've been writing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">your lines</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">more cleverly</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">than mine.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I admire that...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">of course,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">that's fine.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">But no longer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">can I give you:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- my good vibes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- my body</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- my heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- nor my soul...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You bragged</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">that you don't pray</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">and that's a shame</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Because you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">have taken advantage</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">of my prayers and meditations</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You've led me on</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">texting,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"lick, lick, lick"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Yet you pay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">for my ticket</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">to go see you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"prick, prick, prick"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Unfulfilled</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">you've left me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">with agreed freedom</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">to play</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And when I ask you to share</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">tales of a probable mistress</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Outloud you deny:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- and your bed's vibe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- your toys</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- your eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- your internet user history</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- the myspace comments left over</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- the sticky cam-corder</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- the way you ignore me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- forgetting to read my e-mails</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- you don't mention me to your son</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- or your mom, whom I miss.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Your lack of courtesies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And while I got turned on</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You started snoring...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You grinned</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">as I claimed neglect..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And as you prepare for leave,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">you won't bother to see me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">in my home town...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"not for one day"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">(My friends warned</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">in concern.)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">It never entered your mind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Your ex,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">the mother of your child...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">like her --</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I'll never be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">horrifically submissive</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And be abused by your</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">lack of compassion...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I'd asked</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">how you felt about</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">some situations</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You gave your quickie -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">vague, ambiguous answers:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"Sure.. okay...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I want you as a partner,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">but don't know what kind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">... and IF you're comfortable,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">it's fine by me."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And no matter what...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">with or without me,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You're MAD,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">PISSED,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">and TORKED</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">All over little shit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And - no wonder...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">your co-workers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">disrespect you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">No wonder I too</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">have fallen out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">of liking you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I am</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">no page</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">in your chapter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Cause</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I want </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">and demand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">some dick</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">and pussy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">either or</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">with boobies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">all over my face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">And mylover's face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">between my...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Ha-ha-ha!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">You sexted</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">"lick, lick, lick"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">and you thought</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">it was cute.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">- losing your poetic license</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">So what...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I had asked</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">for a bad romance</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">and it's true</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I got it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">from you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Abuse and neglect</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">are for no one</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">... neither me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">nor you.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-5942703285454749198?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-17978684398166094462010-05-25T11:50:00.000-07:002010-06-25T11:51:18.370-07:00<embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=10304454&amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com"></embed> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 426px"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=ph&amp;id=10304454&amp;map=1" target="_blank"><img border="0" 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Issues</span></strong> - slam version</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">by Chevalterre Nabil via K. L. R. abstracts</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">completed May 18, 2010</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">tunes borrowed, not including lyrics:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">"Siempre en mi Mente" by Juan Gabriel</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">and "Streets Have no Name" by U2</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">in Spanglish</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">---------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{sung JG style}<br /></span>You are always on my mind</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Don't you know that you</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">are one of a kind</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Where would I be today</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">had i not stepped forward onto</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">onto that bridge that leads to <span style="color:#00cccc;">Cd.</span> Juarez</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Que voy hacer? No se</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">No quiero pensar en nada, nada</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">los reportajes de</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">miles de muertes y muertos</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">y trato de no escuchar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;">{end song}</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">The <span style="color:#00cccc;">garita</span> gates are higher</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">no more street vendors</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">a platoon secures </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">la frontera</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">no more pedestrians</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">nadie juega en el</span> park</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">quiet traffic</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">... to quiet</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">No more street </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">payasos</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">A truck filled with helmetted-armored </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">policias</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">patrols the mall</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Careful with your U. S. </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">billetes</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">saca pesos</span> from the </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">auto-cajero</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">empty halls</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">nadie</span> walks alone</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">pero si tu quieres</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">grab your shades</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">and running shoes</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Desayuno at Dega'</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">'huevos fronterizos'</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">a new dish I ordered</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">in </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">revueltos a la mexicana,</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">con tocino, champiñones, y refritos</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I wait for my </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">platillo</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">al pan tostado</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I spread </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">jalea</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">deliciosa</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">not so fake</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">like the U. S. kind</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">decious, I said...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">con</span> my </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">cafe</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Silverware comes after</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Glasses of </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">plastico</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">...como no?</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">No vaya ser que un loco agarre y!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Pasan dos</span> security guards?</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">No. Son policias.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Mr. Barraza comes</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">and shares his story,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">"... </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">en el Chobis</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">no one eats comfortably.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Not with </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">la poli</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">y federales</span> right next to you."</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">... <span style="color:#00cccc;">Saluda Carlos</span>,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">an engineer,</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">y con una sonrisa pregunta:</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">"Que hacen en la ciudad mas peligrosa del mundo?"</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">He still smiles...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Though his son was killed</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">transporting merchandise</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">estilo fayuca</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nothing illegal...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">decent work unappreciated.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Well, the engineer still has his daughter.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Walking down</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">avenida Lopez-Mateos</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Red, Green, and Blue barriers</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">from the avenue,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">into each residential street.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Pero en fin.</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Al llegar,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I ring the doorbell.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Irma, la dentista,</span> opens</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">looking cautiously from side to side</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">removing the pad lock...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Post no business hours</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">or get charged a quota</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Make appointments</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">only by phone.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Juarez air don't smell so bad.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">For the moment.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Residential blocks</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">no longer so ornate</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">or lively...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Filled with graffiti</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Contstruction workers</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">actually wearing</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">reflective vests!</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Wait.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">... What?</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">This can't be the old neighborhood.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">The corner <span style="color:#00cccc;">cantina cerrada</span>.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">The corner arcade <span style="color:#00cccc;">cerrado</span>.</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">El abarrotes "Los Gavilanes"</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">now sells used appliances on the sidewalk.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Visiting Mama Nena</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">she plays her old </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">consola</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Toda su casa arreglada</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">warm and loving.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I take <span style="color:#00cccc;">multitudes de</span> photos.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Hard to smile</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">on...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Details of golden,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">brassy memoreis</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">que quedan...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;">{sung U2 style}</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">... one of </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">mis vidas</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">left behind.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I wanna tear down the walls</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">that hold us inside...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">... I wanna pluck out</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">the </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">sicarious en Juarez</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">because the streets still have names.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">A-ja</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Oh, yes. The streets still have names...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">The traffic <span style="color:#00cccc;">de autos</span> moves forward</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">y porque no</span> the rest of us?</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;">{song ends}</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Finally,</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">over the other half of </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">el puente</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">LIBRE!</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">the vendors are seen...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">y me compro un</span> rosary...</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">con San Judas Tadeo</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">yellow and green</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">he wears.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Le rezo</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">que se termine</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">el terror de los coyotes</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">y los mendigos secarios.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-3127750632589209216?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-55441296671187879572010-03-15T18:13:00.000-07:002010-03-15T18:15:05.826-07:00<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><u><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hey!! Thanks for reading, Leave me comments ^_^<br /></span></em></u><br /><span style="color:#99cc00;">“An El Pasoan Irish Tune” </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">13 March 2010 (TWP) </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Chevalterre Nabil </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Via KLRabstracts </p><br /></span></span><p></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#99cc00;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartika; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;" ></span></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">If I wrote my own Irish tune, </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">I’d pick up my violin… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">And let my fingers </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Frolick and dance </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">While my opposite arm </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Summons sounds </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">By caressing </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">The instruments’ strings </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Via my bow </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">And the bow’s horse hair </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Rides along the chords of </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">G— D— A— then— E </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">With ease </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">In a punk rock sort of way… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">And the notes would fly </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Like little fae </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">In a violetic soothing wind </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">I’d bring friends </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">To trail with me </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">With their instruments </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Dancing feet </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">And American-Irish beats. </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">We’d all stop and chill </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">At the plaza… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">In the middle of the night… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">We’d summon our alligator friends to life… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Playing with the fountain water </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Maybe on skateboards </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">And pixies emerging from the trees and park benches </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Quite urban the fae ones are </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Silver robotic B-boys and B-girls </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">And the brown, wooden ones </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Wakin’ up the town </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">To rejoice… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#99cc00;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Yes, if I wrote my own Irish tune… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">That is how it would be </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Living peacefully, </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">In harmony </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">On this side of the Rainbow bridge </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Making our golden music </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Kartikafont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#99cc00;">Dancing to our golden beats and sounds.</span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;" ><br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: auto; mso-break-type: section-break" clear="all"></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-size:undefined;" ></span> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">“Lucky Un-Strike” </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">13 March 2010 (TWP) </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Chevalterre Nabil </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 16ptfont-size:undefined;color:#ffffff;" >Via KLRabstracts</span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;" ><br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: auto; mso-break-type: section-break" clear="all"></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family:'Franklin Gothic Medium';font-size:18;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Downtown, <place><city>El Paso</city>, <state>TX</state></place></span> </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">2 to 3 a.m. </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">As I turned the corner </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">And walked halfway westward </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">On the block… </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">The car with the right of way </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Stopped in time </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">As the other car </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Turned right in front of it – </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Missing it by near inches. </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Their light was Green… </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Angry Red was the first driver – </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">I could feel the vibe </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Manifesting the red light </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">To stop and catch the violator </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">And this prevented me from dialing 9-1-1! </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">I knew they’d be fine… </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">And waited for my turns to cross… </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">And there it was </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">This little </span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:'Franklin Gothic Medium';">duende</span> </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></em></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;color:#ffffff;" >Blending with</span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;font-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">the El Paso Times vending box… </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Smiling right at me! </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Oh yes, </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">And then I knew for certain </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">The little ones </span></p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Franklin Gothic Medium'; FONT-SIZE: 18ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ffffff;">Were watching over us.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Rockwell;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">“In a Maze of Knots” </p><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family:Rockwell;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">13 March 2010 (TWP) </p><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family:Rockwell;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Chevalterre Nabil </p><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family:Rockwell;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Via KLRabstracts </p><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-family:Rockwell;"></p><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;" ></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I do not know how to draw Celtic knots </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Good Lord, I’ve tried! </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Those mystically, visual interweavings </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I just cannot… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">For, if I try </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I begin to follow </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">From what seems to be </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">The beginning of the path… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Then suddenly an animal… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">And adorning dog </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Raising its paw… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I shake it </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">We bow, courteously </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">But I’m not so blind </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Nor is it trained to guide me </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">We had walked together </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">For some time </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Now I’m at the opposite end </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Where there’s a different dog </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Laughing at me </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ha! I know… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I’m on the mirrored side </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I’ll find my way… </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ></p><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">Eck! </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I’ve lost my sense of direction </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">I’m at the heart of a cross<br />Where blossoms grow,<br />And my path<br />I still do not know...<br />Maybe, had I<br />Counted my steps<br />In multiples of seven...<br /><br />Err... in Japanese?<br />ichi, ni, and san through nana...<br /><br />But by then<br />In this topsy-turvy maze<br />I guess...<br />I made it back<br />To the end...<br /><br />But in stepping back<br />Looking at the paper<br />I've made a big Green mess<br />of meltic knots...<br /><br />Heck, I'm not Irish<br />I'm Mexican-American<br />dance the can-can </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell; FONT-SIZE: 13ptfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff6600;">So folksy I am<br />So instead I crochet.<br />Oh, my crafty hands...<br /><br />I crochet in deep, lush green<br />The way my mom did for me<br />When I was seven...<br /><br />Interweaving the yarn<br />Of 1— 2— 3— 4<br />Leaves and a stem.<br /><br />Ha!<br />Try following that trail,<br />you Celtic knot! </p><br /></span></span><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-5544129667118787957?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-18221385883384192092010-03-09T14:20:00.001-08:002010-03-09T14:20:40.409-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>"Colored Stupid"<br /></strong><em>or (Horse of a Stupid Color"<br />12 Feb '10<br />by Chevalterre Nabil, via KLRabstracts</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>They think I'm colored stupid<br />They think I am insane<br />I've been cropped up and robbed<br />quite lengthy will grow my mane!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>They think she's colored stupid<br />They think she's gone insane<br />She's been cut off from life<br />So long shall grow her mane...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Destitute -- defeated<br />despite my wallet all been bleeded</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Vagina all been heal-ed<br />despite the violators leav-ed</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>She is alive<br />But she feels so dead (2x)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>They think she's colored stupid<br />They think she's gone insane<br />She's been cut off from life<br />So long shall grow her mane...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Pathological liars<br />they talk-talk-talk so much<br />Oh, won't they just shut up?!<br />The bunch of... (3x)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Bad business deals<br />Oh, are they for reals?<br />with extreme libidos<br />schmucks stuck in speedos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Buddy Holly glasses<br />and money up their asses<br />with one too many credit cards<br />they think their lives are hard<br />All full of bullshit drama<br />cryin' to their mama</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Pathological liars<br />they talk-talk-talk so much<br />Oh, won't they just shut up?!<br />The bunch of... (3x)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>They think she's colored stupid<br />They think she's gone insane<br />She's been cut off from life<br />So long shall grow her mane...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Her skin gettin' darker<br />no she don't look the same<br />She'd kept her hair much shorter<br />from having felt so lame...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>They think she's colored stupid<br />They think she's gone insane<br />She's been cut off from life<br />So long shall grow her mane...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>Idiots complaining<br />'cause she's just so conceited<br />After all...<br />She gave them each a lot<br />though it isn't much she's got</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>And who gives a fuck<br />if she's got an attitude...<br />'cause...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>They think she's colored stupid<br />They think she's gone insane<br />She's been cut off from life<br />So long shall grow her mane.<br /><br />- ^_^ new poem/song lyrics<br /><br /></strong></span></div><blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><div style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="color:#808000;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:+0;color:#0000ff;">Karma Llegua Renee</span></em><span style="color:#ff00ff;"> </span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#808000;"><strong>^{<span style="color:#ff00ff;">artist</span><br />}<em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;">Chevalterre Nabil</span></em><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff00ff;">^poet</span></strong></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/klrabstracts"><em><span style="color:#808000;"><strong><img id="fullSizedImage" alt="KLRabstractsLOGO2006.jpg MY LOGO picture by KLRabstracts" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLRabstractsLOGO2006.jpg?t=1205094079" /></strong></span></em></a><em><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/KLRabstracts"><u><strong><span style="color:#339966;">www.myspace.com/KLRabstracts</span></strong></u></a></em></span></span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-1822138588338419209?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-21627119664306964442010-02-03T14:34:00.000-08:002010-02-03T14:35:18.267-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><em>"Barbecued Poetry Book"<br />- Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts<br />26-27 Jan 2010<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fire%20book" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><em><img alt="Book on fire Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i978.photobucket.com/albums/ae263/peace0fmindd/Book_by_blindmanphoto.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><em>Artists and writers<br />in the Military<br />there are...<br />rare and few<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Some paint<br />miniature models...<br />for their D&amp;D games<br />some win contests<br />to paint murals<br />- winning the<br />command's coffee mugs<br />What a Rip Off!<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Well,<br />it beats painting<br />green primer and haze grey<br />All the Live Long Day!<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">'Cause<br />if ya keep on<br />paintin' that deck<br />with such overly-efficient control<br />Ya get called "Picasso"<br />And that's an insult...<br />He'd never<br />drive a 50-pound grinder<br />as good as<br />the girls from Deck<br />nor would he have<br />stayed one second<br />down in the ship's<br />engine room<br />because his dainty little hands<br />would have melted right off...<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yeah...<br />he'd-a' made a dainty lil' Sailor<br />with his stripey lil' shirts...<br />like the idiot IT's that tossed around<br />LeVar's poetry-art book...<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yeah...<br />there they we were<br />all partyin' off duty<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Artists and writers<br />in the Military<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">We...<br />are so rare<br />and so few...<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">while my<br />geometrically abstract designs<br />evolved with Japanese milky ink<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">this mutha fucka of an OS<br />- third class<br />who's usually down below<br />warning the quarter masters<br />and us deck personnel<br />of oncoming sea traffic<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">- He'd just take a pencil<br />without study<br />nor school<br />and make me Crave<br />for his rendition of Fiona Apple<br />and other lovely women<br />sketched...<br />etched...<br />into pages<br />integrated<br />with his intimate poetry<br />of or about<br />the Earth and elements<br />including Love...<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Artists and writers<br />in the Military<br />are so rare and few<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">that book's a hot potato<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Military<br />artists and writers<br />so rare -- few<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">He's going around<br />looking for his book<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Military writers<br />rare and few<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Oh! His Regret...<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">BOOM<br /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">POW</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Sizzle -sssss...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The book landed on the grill.</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">And those Idiot -<br />bored to the bone -<br />drunk off their asses -<br />IT men</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">In hysterics<br />over the barbecued poetry book...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><strong><em><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">That's why<br />artists and writers<br />in the Military<br />are so rare and few.</span></em></strong></span></div><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" sizset="84" sizcache="725"><div dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align="center" sizset="84" sizcache="725"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Karma Llegua Renee</em> </span></strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">^{artist<br />}<em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Chevalterre Nabil</span></em><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">^poet</span></span></strong></span></span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2162711966430696444?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-53360456581659435212010-02-03T14:17:00.000-08:002010-02-03T14:18:27.867-08:00<div class="Section1" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff9900;">"Prayer to Gayatri" (Mother of Devotion)<br />Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts - Nov - Dec '09</span><br /></span></div><div class="Section1" align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/gayatri%20devi" target="_blank"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 625px" height="692" alt="Gayatri Devi Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f157/karlajkitty/GayatriDevi.jpg" width="490" border="0" /></span></a></div><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;color:#ff9900;" ><div align="center"><br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: auto; mso-break-type: section-break" clear="all"></div></span><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Gayatri Devi<br />Oh - Gayatri!<br /><br />You're quite saavy,<br />personifying Brahman.<br /><br />Yes, Gayatri Devi<br /><br />Paving the path of knowledge<br />does Gayatri Devi<br /><br />throughout a navy/corn blue sky<br />you are the twilight devine<br /><br />Some may heavily envy<br />you, Gayatri Devi<br /><br />For you are ageless...<br />immortal!<br /><br />Across the waves and mist<br />I hear you speak<br />Oh mother<br />teaching the Vedic - life knowledge</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Oh, mother - Gayatri Devi<br />In meditation,<br />bowing down...</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"></span></span><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">I inhale<br />carrying in<br />spiritual knowledge</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">I exhale<br />jettison<br />the raving ignorance</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />I inhale<br />cradling<br />deeper concentration</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">I exhale<br />flushing out<br />exhausting distractions</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />I inhale<br />embracing<br />peace of mind</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">I exhale<br />released<br />becoming worry free</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />I have developed<br />with devotion</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />such an ability</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />to please all<br />with emotion</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />and all of the gods<br />with devotion</span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Cambria','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />Namas-te<br />Mother Gayatri Devi</span></span></span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; 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FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>"Prayer to Lord <em>Yama</em>"<br />Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts - Nov - Dec '09</strong></span><br /></span></div><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><div class="Section1" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div></span><div class="Section1" align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lord%20yama" target="_blank"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><img alt="yama Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii87/eekeze/ILikeRandomness/450px-Yama_the_Lord_of_Death.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a></div><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;color:#ff0000;" ><div align="center"><strong><br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: auto; mso-break-type: section-break" clear="all"></strong></div></span><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Greetings and Salutations to you<br />Yes, you! Oh, <em>Yama</em>!<br /></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />For in the form of time<br />it is that you punish.</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /><em><span style="color:#33cccc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Español)- </span><strong>en una rama, tu</strong></span></em><strong> <em>Yama</em><br /><em><span style="color:#33cccc;">tachas los muertos.-</span></em></strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />For you are the lord of death,<br /><em>Yama</em>.</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />I salute you, god of the law,<br />so righteous in action</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />You may have taken Osama...<br />Should you?<br />but not yet take Obama...<br />Oh, <em>Yama</em></strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I greet you both<br /><em><span style="color:#33cccc;">- Si, tu - y enseguida<br />la obscura dama --<br />la muerte –</span></em> </strong></span></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></span><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>- Namas-te!-</em></strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br /><em><span style="color:#33cccc;">- Que tia la muerte<br />Y tio tan rico<br />es el dios</span></em> <em>Yama</em>! -</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />- <em>Namas-te!</em> -</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />I am blessed<br />for you've been steadfast<br />in the face of judgement</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />When I did not need to be sedated and violated</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />When I did not need to be abused and stalked</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />When I did not need to be twice drugged and robbed</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />When I needed to accept you...</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /><strong>to die alone and be <em><span style="color:#33cccc;">Renacida</span></em> -</strong> <em><span style="color:#808000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Francaise)</span><strong> </strong></span><strong><span style="color:#808000;">R</span><span style="color:#808000;">enee</span></strong></em><strong> - Reborn!</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />Yes, you blessed me<br />I overcame the fear<br />of your reign -<br />Death!</strong></span></span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calisto MT','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />- <span style="color:#808000;"><em>est pour toi</em></span> -- <em><span style="color:#33cccc;">es por ti</span></em> -<br />- <span style="color:#808000;"><em>que je vivre</em></span> -- <em><span style="color:#33cccc;">que vivire</span></em> -<br />- <span style="color:#808000;"><em>Vive la vie!</em></span> -- <em><span style="color:#33cccc;">Viva la vida</span></em> -<br />- <span style="color:#808000;"><em>et vive la morte! </em></span>-- and Long live death -<br />- <span style="color:#808000;"><em>Je suis Renee</em></span> -- I am Reborn.</strong></span></span></span><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif';font-family:Arial;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><div class="Section1" align="center"><span style="color:#808000;">"Gorilla With an Alcohol Problem"</span></div><div class="Section1" align="center"><span style="color:#808000;">Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts 23 Oct 09</span></div><div class="Section1" align="center"><span style="color:#808000;"></span></div></span></span><div class="Section1" align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/drinking%20gorilla" target="_blank"><span style="color:#808000;"><img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="891" alt="Gorilla drinking Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s49/evereen06/gorilladrinking.jpg" width="951" border="0" /></span></a></div><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;color:#808000;" ><div align="center"><br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: auto; mso-break-type: section-break" clear="all"></div></span><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;">Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />I do not know what he's been drinkin'</span> <div></div></span></div><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />Plays a guitar and he's singin'</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />He takes me cruisin' to eat some burgers</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />Don't need no soda, he loves something else</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />He's so groovy and so swell</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />X xx Xx XXxXX (2X)</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />He pulls a big one out right in front of me</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />Oh-ho-ho No, It's not what you're thinkin'</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />He pours his golden juice in a cup &lt;cochinos!&gt;</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />A double-X lager, that's what it is</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />XX - shame, shame, sh-sh-sh-shame<br />shame, shame, oh what a shame</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />Now you know what he's been drinkin'</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />I don't mind, it's just for recreation</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />Where are you going?<br />- It seems to me he's got a fetish<br />- He wants to be tied up and tied down<br />- If he'd invite me, well I'd be down</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />X xx Xx XXxXX</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />He takes me to his secret hideaway</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />I discipline and push him around</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br />shame, shame, sh-sh-sh-shame<br />He loves to feel so shameful and lame<br /><br />XX<br /><br /></span></span><div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;">Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br />I won't abuse you<br />- to hurt one another just ain't right<br />- I love a man who's super sweet<br />- He'll hold me tight all of the night<br /><br />XX - shame, shame - oh what a shame</span></span> <div class="Section2" align="center"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Constantia','serif'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arialfont-size:undefined;" ><span style="color:#808000;"><br /><span style="color:#339966;"><em>(Español) Este gorila es un alcolico<br />le doy con mil naranjas<br />que sienta Ay! todos mis colicos</em></span><br /><br />XX<br /><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br /><br />XX<br /><br /><span style="color:#339966;"><em>(Nihongo) baka mitai!<br />gorira dake nanoni</em></span><br /><br />XX<br /><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem<br /><br />XX<br /><br />lookin' out for the one-dollar specials<br /><br />Gorrilla with an alcohol problem!</span></span><em><b><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SAfont-size:undefined;color:#808000;" > <div align="center"><br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: auto; mso-break-type: section-break" clear="all"></div></span></b></em><em><b><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blackfont-size:undefined;" ><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#808000;"></span></div></span></b></em><div align="center"><span style="color:#808000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em><b><span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: blackfont-size:undefined;color:#ffffff;" >Karma Llegua 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alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-74204065404969639132009-11-02T11:41:00.000-08:002009-11-02T11:42:31.209-08:00<span style="color:#ccccff;">Here it goes}<br /><br /><strong>10th</strong> -"1,000 Points of Light" @ Bombadiers<br />Persian Themed, to help Laila get signatures to get her dad back from Iran<br />** Henna - one new design, Body Painting, Sept 2008 masks sold, Wrote/self-published/read New Poem<br /><br /><strong>11th</strong> - The 1st "Night Owl's Market" @ Lips<br />Brett, Karime, Ray, Ben participating with host, Karla<br />movie shown} The Craft<br />art sold} caricatures and prints, plus some fun psychidelic shoulder painting<br /><br />(at some point, went and checked out Kaletia Roberts' new exhibit at the Downtown - El Paso Museum of Art)<br /><br /><strong>16th</strong> - "Purgatory" coordinated by DJ's Jakob Valentine and Stilletto @ Lips<br />** Caricatures sold, new ones kept in folio.<br /><br /><strong>17th</strong> - "Skull &amp; Bones" coordinated and hosted by Eddie Marquez, creator of Dead Boy comic book character<br />** Henna - one new design, Face Painting - Bloody Skulls and Candy Skulls, Caricatures, vendor trading<br /><br /><strong>18th</strong> - Fundraising for Spirit of Children at Spirit of Halloween Store, with Sharon on East Side<br />** Spiders, Bats, Witches, Vampire girls, Skeletons<br /><br /><strong>22nd</strong> - "Art Attack" coordinated by Galleria 300<br />* media interviews - Channels 7 with Selina Avila and 26 (Despierta El Paso)<br />- caricatures drawn at event<br />- One caricature STOLEN (someone really liked it!)<br /><br /><strong>23rd</strong> - woke up at 9 a.m. and co-wrote song "Gorilla with an Alcohol Problem" with Chevalterre Nabil<br /><br /><strong>24th</strong> - Special festivities at SGI Buddhist Center in Sunset Heights<br />* Vast field of young upcoming artists, UTEP students' live painting<br />*Fire dancing, and musical performances<br />Meditation and Feast provided by the center<br />** Face painting} Rainbows, Faeries, and Dragons for all ages; some of Sept '08 masks sold<br /><br />Concurrent} <strong>Tuesday Night Open Mics @ Lips Lounge</strong><br />time being set to 8:30/9 p.m. to start<br />Awesome Hip Hop, Rap, and Folk artists shown up. occasionally integrated with karaoke.<br />No artist named, show up to see who performs ;)<br /><br />no program - **4 masks (Sept 08 and Aug 09) sold towards the end of the month<br />Clientele were excited to wear them coordinating with their attire at their Halloween parties.<br /><br />30th - Pre-Halloween "Freedom" Open Mic , I was the guest host @ Public Grounds Coffee House<br />wonderful performances - belly dancing &amp; poetry, gave birth to the new song "Gorilla with an Alcohol Problem" and had previously read selections from my new "Essence of Love" Chap book (print on demand/hand-bound &amp; crafted) - will not reveal other performers... as amazing as they were, you had to be there!<br />* New caricatures done.<br />**(after hours) at O. P. - ghoulish face painting, and glowing tribal for party-goers<br /><br /><strong>31st</strong> - "Bordello of Blood" @ Lips, hosted by the venue, M. C.'ed by DJ's Jakob Valentine &amp; Joystyk<br />Integrated performances by HOT fire dancers, haunted house &amp; the Corsette Kittens<br />** Face Painting} the Beach ;), my own costume} Thai Demon Mask with Horns<br />some more sexy caricatures<br /><br />... And of course, I have to thank all the good connections ^_^<br /><br />Though I am sad to have missed a friend's b-day... and missing two (Nov. 1 &amp; 2 poetry readings at Percolator Cafe) :( - if you're able to I recommend you contact Miguel Juarez or Bobbie<br /><br />All in All -<br />The whole month was amazing, got to run into so many good friends.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ccccff;"><strong>Peace and Harmony to all.<br />- K. L. R.<br /></strong><br /><strong>P. S. I'd like to know how your Halloween went ^_^</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-7420406540496963913?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-45518553827484748482009-10-26T11:40:00.000-07:002009-10-26T11:41:22.422-07:00<a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=FlyerOpenMicatLipscopy.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 667px" height="708" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/FlyerOpenMicatLipscopy.jpg" width="464" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=Open_Mic_Oct_30_flyer_copy.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Open_Mic_Oct_30_flyer_copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Performers are also welcome to contact <a href="mailto:kool_artist@juno.com">kool_artist@juno.com</a><br />to be featured in the Night Owl's Market. ^_-<br /><br /><a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/?action=view&amp;current=FlyerArtistMarketatLipscopy.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 603px" height="671" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/FlyerArtistMarketatLipscopy.jpg" width="466" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-4551855382748474848?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-61690196248609391352009-09-28T20:06:00.001-07:002009-09-28T20:06:52.447-07:00So you understand the blend here. A local friend and artist is organizing a movement via art, and I wrote the poem after remembering sporadic events and such. Hopefully I'll read it at the event, after many of my colleagues (powerful writers) will perform - I'll have my body art stand.<br/><br/><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmxvZ3MubXlzcGFjZS5jb20vTW9kdWxlcy9Db21tb24vUGFnZXMv"><img width="325" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/7/l_f6ea3075fcd247659833813edf758a66.jpg"/></a><br/><br/><span>__________________________</span>..<span class="word_break"></span>________________________<br/><br/><font color="#808000"><strong>“Sacrifice for Your Faith” (A blend of thoughts &amp; memoirs)<br/>Chevalterre Nabil 28 Sept, 09<br/><br/><br/>Shorten your life<br/>like a suicide bomber?<br/>No.<br/>And you don’t have to resist.<br/>You have a life to live.<br/><br/>Shorten your hair<br/>If you’re female or male,<br/>they can take your State ID<br/>for the one they’re saving<br/>across the border.<br/>But they will not take your dignity.<br/>Cut your hair to look atypical.<br/><br/>Shorten your melanin.<br/>They assume to know you<br/>by your stamped face.<br/>The darkness can lessen<br/>with a cosmetic cream.<br/>But not your eyes nor your nose.<br/>But the sun’s loving rays always,<br/>always reblossom your beauty.<br/><br/>Shorten your roots.<br/>They think they’ve tracked you<br/>as someone else.<br/>Transplant them in Japan, Peru, Spain, U. S.<br/>Change the wardrobe,<br/>but do not become acculturated.<br/>You’ll blend in just fine.<br/><br/>Shorten your tongue<br/>Learning English/Spanish<br/>– meant for business<br/>and sometimes, for self-defense.<br/>Speech lessons help.<br/>Don’t worry about the accent.<br/><br/>Shorten your legs,<br/>or hunt for a new set<br/>if you stay. <br/>They’ve got<br/>rohypnol to slow you down<br/>bombs at each stone and hedge.<br/>Hatchets for your arms.<br/><br/>Shorten your name.<br/>They check your Green I.D.<br/>It has your rank, pay grade,<br/>social security number.<br/>Hajimosaraab …<br/>Hajimo…<br/>Haji..<br/>Ha – Halt!<br/><br/>And what saved you,<br/>your wife, and children<br/>was to dial that encoded command number…<br/>that week after 9 – 11…<br/>and there was Captain Ziemba’s crew<br/>over the land line.<br/>“Yes, he is a United States Sailor,<br/>He belongs to us!”<br/><br/>Let us be aware<br/>when we have the opportunity<br/>to do that again,<br/>for another human being.<br/><br/><br/><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmxvZ3MubXlzcGFjZS5jb20vTW9kdWxlcy9Db21tb24vUGFnZXMv"><img width="325" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/62/l_c879b0868f9346ac85fd29043195d5e9.jpg"/></a> <br/><br/><br/></strong></font><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6169019624860939135?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-77632931739039085202009-03-02T16:31:00.001-08:002009-03-02T16:31:38.592-08:00<P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" color=#ffffff>(Hindi translations would be most appreciated)<BR></FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cccccc" color=#336666>Left Hand Mantra<BR>Nandi - Carrier of Shiva</FONT><BR><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2ltYWdlcy9uYW5kaQ==" target=_blank><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cccccc" color=#336666><IMG style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 193px" height=240 alt="Nandi Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x189/atm1986/Nandi.png" width=173 border=0></FONT></A><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cccccc" color=#336666>"ghantalankrta-kanthaya nilakanthasya vahine namas te dharma-rupaya kutashaya kakudmine"</FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cccccc" color=#336666>Meditation: I offer salutations to the humped white bull, Nandi, whose neck is decorated with bells. He is the carrier of the blue-throated Shiva, the embodiment of dharma, as unshakable as the Himalayas.</FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cccccc" color=#336666>Blessings:<BR>1. Grace of Shiva and Parvati<BR>2. Ability to carry out one's duty.<BR>3. Ability for ever-increasing service.<BR>4. Knowledge and understanding of one's duty.<BR></FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc66" color=#000099>Right Hand Mantra<BR>Subhadra - Bestower of Devotion</FONT><BR><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2ltYWdlcy9zdWJoYWRyYQ==" target=_blank><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc66" color=#000099><IMG alt="subhadra Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e135/zitlala/the_trinity_of_balarama_subhadra_an.jpg" border=0></FONT></A><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc66" color=#000099> </FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc66" color=#000099>"jaya devi bhakti-datri prasida paramesbari jaya subhadre tvam sarvesam bhadra-darini"</FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc66" color=#000099>Meditation: "Glories to you, Subhadra, the bestower of bhakti! Be kind to me, O ruler of the universe! Please bestow auspiciousness on us all!" - Skanda Purana</FONT><BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffcc66" color=#000099>Blessings:<BR>1. Removal of illusion.<BR>2. Worldly power and grace.<BR>3. Blessings of devotion to ______ (Krishna)<BR></FONT><BR><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2ltYWdlcy9jb2ZmZWU=" target=_blank><IMG alt="coffee Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i397.photobucket.com/albums/pp55/katinae/Coffee.jpg" border=0></A> <BR><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>Collaborative Recipe/Poem<BR>"Cookie Soup"</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>by Chevalterre Nabil<BR>avec Deejay Mindpool}</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>Best to serve coffee of your<BR>favored flavour<BR>into a soup-sized mug.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>Crumble three delightfully<BR>crunchy cookies</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>let them be cookies of any kind, too!</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>This is best enjoyed with a close friend,<BR>a game,<BR>and colorful toy spoons.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>For ages 12 - 120!</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc66><STRONG>You think it's funny?<BR>Cute??<BR>Come over and visit...<BR>I'll be serving Cookie Soup!</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff66" color=#009900>(original is meant for coffee, for lilluns younger 'an 12, milk is recommended...<BR>refreshing cold soy or rice milk (horchata too) is recommended for those lactose intolerant) ^_@</FONT></P><br /><P><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29tL2ltYWdlcy9jb29raWVz" target=_blank><IMG style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 189px" height=386 alt="Assorted Cookies Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i619.photobucket.com/albums/tt273/frostygirl58/cookies_sm.jpg" width=469 border=0></A></P><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-7763293173903908520?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-62025205239483250032009-02-27T16:06:00.001-08:002009-02-27T16:06:40.059-08:00<a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20crafts/?action=view&current=craft_show.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLR%20crafts/craft_show.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6202520523948325003?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-88966530241933830502009-02-09T14:16:00.001-08:002009-02-09T14:16:59.226-08:00<P><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" color=#ffcc33>Notes from the Yellow Composition Book: </FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66>Tumblewords Project - Saturday, 7 February, 2009 </FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66>Presenter: <U>Nancy Green </U></FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66>"African Voices" </FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66><U>'Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach." - Phyllis Wheatley </U></FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66><U>About Nancy:</U> - Mexican woman of African descent -- Originally from Juarez and El Paso, later from Massecheusetts. </FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66><U>About Phyllis Wheatley</U>: - born in Gambia. At age 7 became a slave. She's the first African writer. Purchased by the Boston Tea family... they taught her to read and write. </FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66>** Later, during the workshop, Nancy shares about <U>Langston Hughes</U>: - His father moved to Mexico city... He wrote "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" </FONT></EM></P><br /><P><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ffcc66>She even mentions <U>Ahmed Sekou Toure</U> (Guinea, 1922-1984) </FONT></EM></P><br /><P><STRONG>From this, two poems have been written:</STRONG></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300"><FONT color=#ccffff><STRONG><U>"Morenitos Are the Brothers"</U> - prose, short story. - (1999 - 2001&nbsp;Memoir)</STRONG> <BR>My brothers, they were <BR>all from the Deck department <BR>of the United States Navy ship. </FONT></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>With a couple of sisters too. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>We became quite a diverse family <BR>in the last two years of the last millenium. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>In all shades of skin color, <BR>we matched in uniform. <BR>Working under one Nation. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>At least three languages we shared. <BR>And translated for one another. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>Different forms of racism <BR>we experienced in Polynesian islands. <BR>They, the darker ones laughed <BR>because I worried. <BR>- Antonio Cummings explained: <BR>"WE have to deal with it. It's okay." <BR>-- On occasion Sean Skeritt repeated: <BR>"Worry about yourself, shipmate." <BR>- Our youngest friend, would distract <BR>each one of us... <BR>making us laugh, to have a good time. <BR>He, Stephen Wright... <BR>who stepped in, one September morning <BR>As we departed a Korean port <BR>lost his legs and fingers. <BR>But our other hero, Mr. Johnson <BR>- the officer in freckles <BR>and bright red hair "pelirojo", <BR>lost a leg too <BR>trying to help Stephen. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>Our spontaniety died, but not our love. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>We connect, and talk through <BR>Yahoo, Myspace, Facebook... <BR>searching for one and then the next. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>Still searching for Wright or Johnson... </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300" color=#ccffff>The darker ones, as I called - referring to <BR>half the department, were not called <BR>anything other than "el morenito" and <BR>their family name. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff><STRONG><U>" Two Little Girls on the Schoolbus." (A 1985 memoir) </U></STRONG><BR>Little girl, <BR>why do you sit alone? <BR>In the back of the bus <BR>with your ashy legs <BR>blocking others from sitting. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>I want to sit next to you <BR>and be your friend. <BR>But your vibeis unfriendly. <BR>Why should I bother? </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>One day our bus is packed <BR>and your seat is the only one <BR>with space for me. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>I ask you to move your feet <BR>I don't want to push you. <BR>But mostly I don't want <BR>the dirt from your shoes <BR>on my "pompis". </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>Coarse is your hair, but I like it <BR>because we both wear braids. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>You sit there, <BR>with your cheek almost stuck to the window. <BR>And I secretly wonder about <BR>the scent from your skin. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>We could be friends or something. <BR>But whatever your problem is, I don't know. <BR>Cannot understand. </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>I tire from it... <BR>bringing myself to honesty <BR>telling you, <BR>"I don't like you." </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>Your reply, <BR>"I don't like you either." </FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff6600" color=#ffffff>I felt content... <BR>because you finally spoke to me. </FONT></P><br /><P>-------------------------</P><br /><P>Some things that came up in conversation:</P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#33ccff><STRONG>"Sacred Snacks" (thank you Donna Snyder and Gene Keller for the jokes) </STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#33ccff><STRONG>The sacred confections <BR>of Latin-America </STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#33ccff><STRONG>one made with cacao <BR>the other with corn </STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#33ccff><STRONG>they are: <BR>Cho-co-lah-teh <BR>and <BR>tostadas. </STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#33ccff><STRONG>And wouldn't ya know? </STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#33ccff><STRONG>Doritos <BR>have chocolate as an ingredient!</STRONG> </FONT></P><br /><P>------------------------------------</P><br /><P><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Thanks Cheval for helping me express this story and thought - it came up while meeting another musician last night at the World Music Tea DANCE PARTY - put together by the DJ HYPOCRITE ORCHESTRA - It was quite magical...</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc33>As I prance <BR>on by... <BR>I come to ask you: <BR>"By any chance, <BR>do you dance?" </FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc33>... He then looked me <BR>straight in the eye, <BR>and answered: <BR>"Yes!" </FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #006600" color=#ffcc33><STRONG>So I thank you (Ryan) for the dance.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P><STRONG><FONT color=#006600>-----&gt; See you guys at Tuesday's rehearsal!</FONT></STRONG></P><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-8896653024193383050?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-61424980605569849042008-11-05T20:30:00.000-08:002008-11-05T20:31:19.579-08:00<p align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Art by</em></strong></span> <a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9S0xSYWJzdHJhY3RzTE9HTzIwMDYuanBn" target="_blank"><img alt="MY LOGO" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/KLRabstractsLOGO2006.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><em>Poem written at Tumblewords Project, the Saturday afternoon writing workshop,<br />on October 25, 2008<br />by Chevalterre Nabil</em></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333;color:#ffffff;" >"The Dragon's Eyes"</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1EcmFnb25zRXllLXBvZW1fS0xSTm92MjAwOC5qcGc=" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 404px" height="532" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/DragonsEye-poem_KLRNov2008.jpg" width="639" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p align="center"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;color:#993399;" ><strong>A million colored petals<br />surrounding black, venemous pollen</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">They are a yellow,<br />entangling grey,<br />with green and blue frosting.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">All inside the white spherish orb -<br />restrained within the socket<br />and crimson vessels.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Protected by freckled eyelids<br />and long, black curls.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1EcmFnb25zRXllLXBvZW01X0tMUk5vdjIwMDguanBn" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 438px" height="580" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/DragonsEye-poem5_KLRNov2008.jpg" width="708" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">The dragon, in disguise...<br />cruisin' the floor<br />with his promiscuous ways - </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">The hips sway,<br />side to side.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Abs curling<br />in and out.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1EcmFnb25zRXllLXBvZW00X0tMUk5vdjIwMDguanBn" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="563" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/DragonsEye-poem4_KLRNov2008.jpg" width="692" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Tight torso<br />inside black spandax - </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Under the denim pair,<br />it matters not.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1EcmFnb25zRXllLXBvZW0zX0tMUk5vdjIwMDguanBn" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="605" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/DragonsEye-poem3_KLRNov2008.jpg" width="742" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">His suitors encircle,<br />more than entertained!</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">They're pretending to be with him<br />in a safer, more secluded place.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">I've been watching him.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1EcmFnb25zRXllLXBvZW0yX0tMUk5vdjIwMDguanBn" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="583" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/DragonsEye-poem2_KLRNov2008.jpg" width="734" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">To him,<br />my existance matters no more</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">than the blink</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">of his <em>eyes</em>.</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-6142498060556984904?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-20883039576813247202008-11-04T23:37:00.001-08:002008-11-04T23:37:41.891-08:00<p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;color:#ffffff;" >"Dying to Feel Better"<br />-- C. N. Nov. 1, 2008</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #330099;color:#ccccff;" >God! I wanna die.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #990000;color:#ffcc99;" >Cut off my nose, despite my face<br />And stuff carnations<br />to not smell the garbage burning.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #6600cc;color:#ffccff;" >My eyes popped out,<br />replaced by Amethysts<br />They make me more observant, beyong the periferal.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333;color:#99ff99;" >The noodle in my skull, keeps growing vines<br />with morning glories, miguelitos, and grapes.<br />People like to pick at my brain.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #330000;color:#ccccff;" >Implant two more pairs of arms<br />so I can finish all I need to do<br />without calling for help.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;color:#ff0000;" >Amputate my feet<br />as to make them stop aching.<br />I'll keep them safe in a sandbox.<br />Letting droplets of sea tickle my toes.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cc66cc;color:#ccffff;" >Send me to heaven<br />with a good pair of Eagle wings.<br />They'll alleviate the muscle spasms.<br />And I'll fly to Europe.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #993300;color:#ffff99;" >Finally, make me skinny...<br />I'm not fat nor ugly, liking how I look.<br />But I feel pretty heavy.</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000;color:#ffffff;" >Being alive is killing me<br />How soon will I die again?</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333;color:#ff6666;" >I have to schedule a party with some friends.<br />They're tired and stressed.<br />With their heads chopped off, they'll gripe less.<br />Pull out our lungs, we'll smoke forever.<br />While you're at it, slash our guts out.<br />We'll feast and drink to our ends' desires!</span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1DYWxhdmVyYTIwMDgtS0xSY29weS5qcGc=" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/Calavera2008-KLRcopy.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2088303957681324720?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-13615510807865934552008-09-24T19:01:00.001-07:002008-09-24T19:01:39.534-07:00<P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#6600cc><STRONG>New Art:</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#6600cc><STRONG>Photos of my wall falling apart, distorted and tweaked via Photobucket.com</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New" color=#6600cc></FONT></STRONG>&nbsp;</P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New" color=#993300 size=7>Rusty Walls</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9Nzg2NDAwMjkuanBn" target=_blank><IMG alt="Rusty Walls" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/78640029.jpg" border=0></A></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900><U>POEM: Dear A.G. Les<BR>by Chevalterre Nabil, 20 Sept. 08</U></FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Why does the lesbian have such hate?</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Why does the lesbian have to judge?</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Generalizing towards a bisexual woman.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Her statement burning my ears,<BR>"All of YOU ruin it for US!"</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>After&nbsp;I accepted her caresses...<BR>After she bought&nbsp;me a drink...</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>And she almost gave her my number.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>She'd even asked why I thought she was cute.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Instead of allowing me to tell her<BR>about her smile,<BR>her stride,<BR>her eyes,<BR>and dark skin...</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Instead she pierces<BR>like the bullet from the sniper's gun.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>The A.G. in the emerald green shirt.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>She played me like a man.<BR>Like a dude with a bulge on his crotch.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>-----</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>I cannot mate with her.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Perhaps someday a kinder Les,<BR>not so A. G.<BR>will come around<BR>and be sincere?</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Dear A. G.,<BR>Don't promise me<BR>warmth<BR>or...<BR>compassion<BR>and least -- <BR>your money<BR>matching your attire.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Don't presume<BR>spiritual connection.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Don't ask if I'm okay.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Don't pretend to be a man.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>You're a woman.<BR>&nbsp;And so am I.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>So next time,<BR>just stop.<BR>And listen<BR>to a woman's heart.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=#009900>Your aunt<BR>may tell you that someday.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#000000 size=7><STRONG>Illness</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9Nzg2NDAwMjcuanBn" target=_blank><IMG alt=Illness src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/78640027.jpg" border=0></A></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG><U>"(Dear A. G. Les) Reprise"<BR>by Chevalterre Nabil, 20 Sept. 2008</U></STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Bi-curious<BR>delirious</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>air-headed imagination wondering<BR>without experience.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Be decided<BR>and be Real.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Bisexuals<BR>and lesbians</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>leave them alone.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>You have your husband,<BR>you have your man.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Go to the swingers' club,<BR>but leave us alone.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Polygamy<BR>is your lifestyle.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Monogamy<BR>is mine.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Educate yourself<BR>and you'll be fine.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>I'm not curious,<BR>I'm not green.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>I know what I want.<BR>I know what I mean.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>I saw the girls huddled<BR>in the corner of the bar:</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Crying she was...<BR>gentle butch,<BR>with spiky hair.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>A straight, married girl<BR>lead her on,<BR>toyed with her heart.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>But the girls said,<BR>"She's not gay,<BR>she's confused!"</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>I agree,<BR>her intentions are fake.<BR>Friend,<BR>don't feel abused.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>I know what you think.<BR>I know what you feel.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Vulnerable,<BR>emotional.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Not easy,<BR>with which to deal.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>I hope when you meet<BR>another bisexual</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>that she's like me...</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Monogomous and clean.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Then the relationship<BR>to develop</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>Will be real</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT color=#996633><STRONG>and serene.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#ff0000 size=7><STRONG>I don't care.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9Nzg2NDAwMjYuanBn" target=_blank><IMG alt="I don't care." src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/78640026.jpg" border=0></A>&nbsp;</P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#663300 size=7><STRONG>Nancy Friend</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9Nzg2NDAwMjUuanBn" target=_blank><IMG alt="Nancy Friend" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/78640025.jpg" border=0></A></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cc9933 size=7><STRONG>Poor Twisted Child</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9Nzg2NDAwMjQuanBn" target=_blank><IMG alt="Poor Twisted Child" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/78640024.jpg" border=0></A></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cccccc size=5><U><STRONG>&nbsp; POEM: "Love Sick" by Chevalterre&nbsp;Nabil, 24 Sept, 07&nbsp; </STRONG></U></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cccccc size=5>&nbsp; Dark and dreary&nbsp; <BR>&nbsp; are your kisses&nbsp; </FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cccccc size=5>&nbsp; Moon beams enter&nbsp; <BR>&nbsp; and the mist is...&nbsp; </FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cccccc size=5>&nbsp; Floating in the air&nbsp; <BR>&nbsp; while you caress my hair.&nbsp; </FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cccccc size=5>&nbsp; Lover,&nbsp; <BR>&nbsp; I must leave you&nbsp; </FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cccccc size=5>&nbsp; Addicting it is&nbsp; <BR>&nbsp; to feel you.&nbsp; </FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3366ff" face="Courier New" color=#cccccc><EM>&nbsp;(dedicated to Jon P.) </EM></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccffff" face="Courier New, Courier, mono" color=#cc33cc size=7><STRONG>Amarrada</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvP2FjdGlvbj12aWV3JmN1cnJlbnQ9Nzg2NDAwMjMuanBn" target=_blank><IMG alt=Amarrada src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/78640023.jpg" border=0></A></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><EM><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333" color=#ff0000>&nbsp;I hope you've enjoyed today's Blog. <BR>&nbsp;Please leave your comment. </FONT></EM></STRONG></P><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-1361551080786593455?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-20646296705887703012008-08-26T12:43:00.000-07:002008-08-26T12:46:05.801-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;">Recuerdo a mi perrito maltes<br /><br />"copete", "copete"<br />te metiste en el soquete<br />llegaste a mi casa<br />con agua llene tu taza<br />con baño y espuma<br />al salir la luna<br />cortando tu pelusa<br />parecias medusa<br />te pintaba verde y azul<br />contento estabas tu<br />"where were you?"<br />aullabas cuando regresaba<br />corrias ladrando<br />con tu osito verde jugando<br />dormias en mi cama<br />y la llenabas de lana<br />tu sacabas a mi papa a caminar<br />pero yo te paseaba a rodear<br />papitas comias<br />de McDonald's, y sonreias<br />te pusiste malito<br />senti haber cometido un delito<br />cinco años en la casa<br />parecias de pelusa y masa<br />mi angel del cielo<br />te enterraron en el suelo<br />mi perrito cariñoso<br />siempre veo tu foto...<br />sonriendo con tu oso.<br /><br />Chevalterre Nabil<br />23 agosto 08<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;">Un trio de perros<br /><br />"pow-pow" y "aza"<br />acostaditos bajo el kiosko<br />Y no les hables...<br />que se alborotan!<br />Uno chilla,<br />otro mea<br />uno huye<br />el otro te escucha<br />uno destroza<br />el otro se rinde<br />uno morenito<br />el otro blanquito<br />los dos hermanos<br />gemelos opuestos<br />complices peludos<br />juguetones y peleoneros<br />... pero luego<br />pobrecito "penny"<br />grandote y bonito<br />dulce y gentil<br />solito en el rincon?<br />nepas!<br />hablale y veras<br />que se cree chiquito tambien<br />brincando... revolcandose<br />mientras los dos chiquillos<br />se trepan sobre el grandote<br />consintiendose de tus cariños.<br /><br />Chevalterre Nabil<br />23 agosto 08<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;">About "ducky"<br /><br />There we were, under the scorching Arizona sun. My dad and I, hand in hand. I was four, maybe five. My brothers beside us. Dad pointed and asked us to pick. The first one I saw of a litter of five. Focused I was on nothing else around. That little German Shepard, like me: dark and brown. There are pictures of me and my buddy. I named him "ducky". I don't know why, but we were a match. Growing -- slender and long. Nine years we had him in the family, until parvo hit. But I won't dare get into that... don't dare taint his memory. Ducky!<br /><br />Chevalterre Nabil<br />23 Aug. 08<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;">"duque II"<br /><br />There he was, an adorable creature. Light colored German Shepard. It's one of the family's favored breeds. In my teens I was, on weekends crossing the border. As I've mentioned before, this I did for a living. To do hotel and motel laundry in my grandparents' backyard "lavanderia" with our family friend, Miguel.<br />In the morning, I cleaned the house. I especially enjoyed the cheap, little dog statues integrated with the immediate family portraits. All of grandma's dogs were family too. She loved naming them "duque" or "duquina", as to call them duke or dutchess. Though dutchess is "duquesa". Anywho, "duque" the second, or was he the third, would accompany me...<br />After I'd cleaned, we'd have a long lunch break. I'd practice my recorder just to play something. The organ was broken, and I'd started a trend of leaving the violin at home. And as I was playing in the middle bedroom, Grandma calls me over to the kitchen. I heard the dog making a strange noise. He wasn't in pain. No. He was accompanying me. A fun little show.<br />While Grandpa and Miguel delivered Saturday's laundry and brought in Sunday's before I'd go in to wash: The "'duque' and Karla show" would go on for our one-lady audience. Me on my recorder, and the dog on vocals.<br /><br />Chevalterre Nabil<br />23 Aug. 08 </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-2064629670588770301?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-40579091745863999622008-07-31T11:08:00.000-07:002008-07-31T11:11:05.284-07:00<p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">on 28 June '08, writer/poet Chuck Taylor presented at Tumblewords Project, writing workshop. His theme was based on the heart chakra.</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">-----</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">"</span><span style="color:#009900;">Breathing Crystalized</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">"</span></strong></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> - Chevalterre Nabil</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Why is it so hard to breathe?<br />Why do I feel this pain?<br />It is only in my mind<br />a feeling not quite sane.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">You see how well I am<br />I sound and look well<br />But deep down inside<br />my crystal green heart did swell.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I carry a bag<br />with things I like<br />sometimes I forget<br />the cigarettes and match to stike.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">When and why I smoke<br />I do not know.<br />But it is like an incense<br />letting the bad out-flow.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sometimes I don't need<br />the actual substance<br />but I imagine it<br />and air comes in great abundance.<br /><br />art animation: <strong>Emerald Heart</strong> (this is the crystal green heart mentioned in the poem.)</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc0LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvaTI3OC9LTFJhYnN0cmFjdHMvVHVtYmxld29yZHMlMjBza2V0Y2hlcy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1FbWVyYWxkSGVhcnRhbmltYXRlZC1LTFIuZ2lm" target="_blank"><span style="color:#006600;"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/KLRabstracts/Tumblewords%20sketches/EmeraldHeartanimated-KLR.gif" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">-----</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Untiltled:</strong> - Chevalterre Nabil</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">I lean on h<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>s chest<br />he embraces me<br />warm and soft he feels<br />All is calm<br />all is serene</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Suddenly, this annoying ticking<br />makes my neck st<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>ff<br />and back ache.<br /><br />tick-tick-t<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>ck-tick<br />Is that your watch?<br />He doesn't answer...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">I freak out<br />and yell,<br />"What's go<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>ng on?!"</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">He plays with my mind<br />and plays w<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>th my heart</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">the robot under his skin<br />As I see the war scars<br />like a z<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>pper<br />used to close up the suit</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">tick-ticK-t<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>CK-tICK-TICK</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">I leave him...<br />he tr<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>ed to have unprotected sex.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Well, at least my Heart goes,<br />"Lub-Dub"...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">I don't date mach<span style="color:#33ff33;">i</span>nes!</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">-----</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Later, during the Tumblewords presentation, Chuck asked us to remember or create some catch-phrases... this is what I came up with:</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">1. At least my heart doesn't tick. - CN<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;">2. Your heart's a ticking time bomb. - CN<br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">3. If you do not empathize, you have no heart. - CN</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">4. The heart of an amphibean has drowned the heart of a mammal. - CN</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3026397050462135924-4057909174586399962?l=klrabstracts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chevalterre Nabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472072633001438466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3026397050462135924.post-604037705665145952008-07-01T17:59:00.000-07:002008-07-01T18:01:23.346-07:00<P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=3333ff><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffcccc"><U>Do stop the red radio at the top of this page first...</U></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT color=3333ff><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffcccc"><U>Three new poems, and my favorite classic song encorporated to accompany as you read. (in my three favorite versions of "Rose Garden"</U></FONT></FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG></STRONG></FONT></P><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAw-YYKkqWE&hl=en"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /><br /> <param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAw-YYKkqWE&hl=en" /><br /></object><br /><P></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG><U>First Port Visit, July 1998</U></STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>Pulling into port.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>Melendez (the other Carla) calls 'em "russianos".<BR>She's from L.A.<BR>She's excited to see Russians</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>1st day, port visit.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG></STRONG></FONT><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>Brody was lucky<BR>During the locally famous baritone's concert<BR>she was kissed by another singer<BR>Unluckily, later she was bit by a gypsy's monkey at the plaza.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>Had dinner with the Lesbian-Gay bunch<BR>paid six dollars for clean bottled water</STRONG></FONT><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG><BR>while I intervene in with the violin accompanied on piano.<BR>And our waitress is off making out with the other waitress<BR>we can hear their moans and giggles.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>I watch the Chicano boys become more drunk than the Russkies</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>And pretty boy Mendivil<BR>took me to his dry-stock shack<BR>to show off his tongue piercing.<BR>I walked off to go to sleep.<BR>Some girl saw us stepping out,<BR>the stupidest rumor that broke him up<BR>with the worst gossip...<BR>two years later.<BR>Never date the gossip from New Mexico!</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099>N. E. w-a-y-s...</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>2nd day, port visit</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>Wore my best black Indian dress<BR>at a picnic COMREL (community relations) event<BR>mingle with my friends<BR>I was at my smallest, size 12<BR>and bust almost bursting out of the dress.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>3rd day<BR>Last day of port visit...</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>4th of July, 1998 in Vladivastok<BR>Sunset's 10 at night<BR>mile-long walk on the beach...<BR>south end's cold<BR>he snuck some fresh apples...<BR>from the galley<BR>north end's hot</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>buy a quick coke and burger with cucumbers and carrots as fix-ins<BR>chill and watch the "babushka" sun-bathers in their 50's with their grandkids<BR>check out all the hot boys<BR>take pictures with them in trios.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>your shipmate and you dressed in whites<BR>trying to keep away from the 12-year old gypsy girl</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>be watchful of your uniform items<BR>they'll be traded in for zippos<BR>learn some lingo<BR>"yaponski konfiete"<BR>That's Japanese candy<BR>to drive the middle-finger-flipping kids away<BR>Yell at them "niet!"<BR>but it only brings more of them.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>Hideout and at the pizzeria<BR>there is no pizza, nor is the toilet clean<BR>drink some vodka<BR>as the last of the RM's and new IT's arm restle</STRONG></FONT><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG><BR>later the lying Vlad sitting by the boom box<BR>we listen to Julio Iglesias' "Nostalgie"<BR>a local favorite<BR>he lies about his travels to China...<BR>why would he lie?<BR>after all, it's just across the bay.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>tag-along later with your shipmate, Becker<BR>while he looks for his love, Olga<BR>As the sun goes down<BR>we have an hour left of Liberty<BR>he finds her<BR>they makeout at the beach parking lot<BR>and I make small talk with some boys<BR>as we all watch the "fiereverke"<BR>and the fireworks spark between Olga and Becker<BR>and the town-drunk, (he's been drinking since 5 a.m.)<BR>attacks us<BR>I got spit in my eye...<BR>while one of the boys<BR>insults Mexico for being known for it's drugs<BR>and he still insults the U.S.<BR>it's a fair opinion.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>After all, he's happy unhappy to be Russian.<BR>Our ship's command has invaded for a few days.<BR>And the town of Vladivastok<BR>has turned on its power<BR>and "fiereverke"<BR>just for us.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: cccccc" color=000099><STRONG>The U.S. Navy.</STRONG></FONT></P><br /><P align=center><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzkmuwJa2kI&hl=en"><br /> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /><br /> <param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HzkmuwJa2kI&hl=en" /><br /></object></P><br /><P align=center><U><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>American Stereotype</FONT></STRONG></U></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I'm sitting patiently</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>in my Pacific-Asian influenced outfit</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>carrying a woven tote.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I forgot to put on my eye makeup</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>and I'm waiting for the next song</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>It's karaoke night</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>and I want to sing</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>a little blue grass</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>and later some punk rock</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>but before I get called</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>the cutest guy comes up and asks</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>"Eres Mexicana? yo soy Mexiquense!"</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I answer, "No, yo soy de aqui."</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>He pushes the compliment that I look SO Mexican.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I humbly thank him and blush a little.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I like my features.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>Then he asks...</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>"Eres CATOLICA?"</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>"te ves muy bonita"</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I think... "what's this fool talking about?"</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I ask in reply,</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>"QUE?! Ya no te entiendo."</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>And I cross my arms, trying to look past him.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>Then with his smile still attached to his cheeks,</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>he explains, he's Mexican and Catholic.</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STRONG><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: ffffcc" color=993300>I ease up, kiss him gently on the lips</FONT></STRONG></P><br /><P align=center><STR