- Word Art
- symbology -
- Ohm
- Yin-Yang
- Infinity
- Peace
- Love
- Harmony
- Top List:
- COMPASSION
- compasion
- LOVE
- amor
- HAPPINESS
- felicidad
- AMBITION
- ambicion
- FREEDOM
- libertad
- Bottom List
- Earth
- la TIERRA
- Wind
- el VIENTO
- Fire
- el FUEGO
- Water
- el AGUA
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R.
O.
T.
F.
L.
M.
A.
O.
Its definition is to
'Roll on the floor,
and laugh my ass off!'
Most folks usually
express in writing or text:
'LMBO'
- laugh my butt off...
(afraid of the word 'ass')
I laugh more boisterously
and even harder
Much more freely...
for --
No Sociopath,
Energy Vampire,
or any other trumpy Nazi
- control freak -
can ever out-shine
our Natural,
Organic
#1 Star
El Sol...
baja la mano, tontito.
hazte a un lado...
move aside.
__________
ROTFLMAO
all night long.
So I can get ready
each morning for work,
and arrive to
the bus stop,
and salute the sun
for a dose of ten minutes.
___________
At the end of the day
I ROTFLMAO...
at times literally
privately
no one
knows just how
happy and carefree
I really am.
___________
Feel the sun's rays
within you,
and somewhere,
sometime in your life:
ROTFLYAO
all you want!
Prompt for writing this at Tumblewords 9JAN2016
with McKinley Cougar of Jupiter's Junkies & Strategic Investments
"Escape with Writing"
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Warm soup
from my kitchen
carried onto
small spoon
within your strong hands
they carry with care
nutrients
seasoned with hints of
romance
kindness
love
... white light shining
up above
highlighting your sweet lips
lips about taste
such a soup
lucky?
no.
Blessed they are...
cared for and loved...
each morsel consumed
is as delicious
as a caring kiss
sweet and sensible
never cruel
nor apprehensible
no...
warm, hot soup
then passing
caressing each taste bud
falling and caressing
your core...
that core which beats
it beats...
for my soul...
and mine for yours.
-- Chevalterre Nabil, 20 Sept 2015
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Como trucha
esta Mujer
Karlita la Norteña
a la lucha
... a chaleco
... chingarrrrr....
toda mujer
por todo el mundo
es sagrada
... sicarios mas nacos
que se jodan entre si
y dejen al los demas en
paz.
no pas!
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steak seasoned
well done fajitas with fresh onions
small bits of muenster with a slight melt
topped with:
cherry tomatoes
baby spinach
sunflower sprouts
a hint of love...
a.k.a. chile powder from a sweetheart
... 'never overdo the sour cream',
it is said in Hispanic and Latino households...
everything
each day
is more
, more
, and more scarce
by the hour
minute
and second!
...
No one is perfect
toe-may-toe
toh-mah-toh
puh-tay-toe
pah-tah-toh
.. don't call anything off
if you didn't dot an 'i',
didn't cross a 't'
the latest generations
won't ever have to stress over that
when they wave their hands over screens
to find
cures for cancers
ways to save the planets
and teach the right battles
to obtain world peace...
...
money never really existed...
we push to obtain digital credits
to keep roofs over our heads...
let's build some more communes.
...
the corn taco shells holding my food
were given to me by a roommate as I moved into the house
zucchini and sprouts were a surprise
someone else's surplus
no one wanted to see any of it
go to waste.
organic baby spinach came with a 50-cent discount
no one wants to carry heavy coins
sour cream is a dollar less in a tube
hangin' on to old plastic buckets means
you may be hoarding too many
chile powder was quickly exchanged
for the bracelet I gave
to the person I love...
The bracelet says H-U-G-S.
Hugs are always free at the Hippy Shack
They're always free if you run into me...
Still much cheese left,
as my lover and I had made lasagna with it
the other day.
cherry tomatoes,
in three large cups
and so many beautiful
and deliciously growing onions
and buds
they had filled my bags
at the last, of the last
food distributions
we're still looking for
a non-profit sponsor...
we,
the people of the community
wait three entire hours
sometimes at the very least
to fill up
our fridges and cupboards
of someone else's surplus...
no one wants to throw it away...
but...
however...
and shamefully...
someone wanted to throw away
a half-pound steak
restaurant left overs
... I don't buy beef,
for I am fed up
with having known for decades
that not all cattle are treated well...
cut into it and read the muscles' nerves...
still,
I asked for the box.
It was placed in my hands.
And even though four full tacos
filled with all kinds of food
that others didn't want to see go to waste,
have become both lunch and supper.
Today, I just couldn't
make it to the farm gig.
My co-worker's truck broke down.
so we lose a three-hour wage for the week.
but we gain much by communicating solutions
as to how we can save ourselves
and not go to waste.
-----
- Chevalterre Nabil Sept 2015
-
........... You are welcome to continue by viewing this video:
Wisdom...
Posted by Gumbi Ortiz on Saturday, September 12, 2015
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I am sorry.
I cannot be There,
where You'd like me to...
the way I used to be.
---
It's a painful process....
when you think of me,
I think of you
---
When you yearn to feel me near,
the pain shared -
I endure.
---
the form to cure:
to write and call...
Call or write.
I am always here.
-----
-- 13Jun2015, C.N.
Posted by Chevalterre Nabil at 12:20 PM 0 comments
She felt the noose around her neck
wanting to tighten
She felt that noose around her neck
trying to tighten
She'd reach for it
when it wasn't there
She'd assimilate tightening it
and nothing hurt
But why did that noose insist?
Why did it persist?
In choking her so....
so... she sews
threading through needles
to mend and sew...
So!
She mends and sews...
threading little needles
she mends and sews!
Mending, colors blending
the mind no longer bending
threads manipulated
folded and bending
through the eye of Silver...
Mending, colors bending
the mind tried and bending
hindering Knot
knots
kinks
and ties
in the Mind!
Thoughts had twisted
morbid feelings misting...
No, no, no, no more!
Why Not?
SHE FOUGHT!
sew, so
she threaded and mended....
so so
the colors healing
and harmonized....
noose around neck
was sent to heck...
dissintigrating to dust
feeling no morbid lust...
dissintigrating to dust
desert sand between her toes...
-----
- Chevalterre Nabil
13 JUNE 2015
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(for Mr. de Anda, from Ms. Nabil)
The gentle giant steps aboard the bus
sitting a seat away from the lady weaving freehand
he checks her out and smiles gallantly...
No, he does not check out her cleavage.
No, he does not check out her hips.
He doesn't even check for makeup or jewelry.
She's a lady.
She's not flaunted anything...
until she notice what he is checking out...
She then keeps busting her moves:
digits dancing
digits dressed and draped
in burgundy and aqua tones...
embroidery floss in varied lengths
twisted, kinked, and knotted...
manipulated to her liking...
by the meatiness and bellies of each of her fingers.
the gentle giant asks what she does with her creations.
she describes it in brief
She delights his eyes, with treasures finished in her bag...
in black, red, gold, and green...
he nearly lusts, and holds himself back.
He's not going to shop on the bus.
He warmly opens up to tell her of his crafty traits
airbrushing on leather and suede...
will he get the job at Lucchese?
She recommends Rocketbuster, too!
Silent pause...
She looks up and introduces herself
they shake hand...
their conversation continued and flowed
in one and two languages
switched and combined
consistently flowing
each, never doubting
never hesitating...
Silent pause...
they each wonder:
'How do I get to see her again?'
'I wonder if he'd like to continue this conversation.
but it doesn't have to be..."
Before she continues,
he asks how he can get a hold of her.
She offers her information
with her pseudonym...
He writes his full name...
Being new to town and no means of communication yet...
gentle
sweet
handsome
tall man
from Brownsville...
She,
some long gone forgotten creative of El Chuco...
commuting from the Crossroads
to the Sun City...
nearly always working.
She's glad she didn't get a ride
and walked to catch the bus to work.
Or she'd never have met this kind creative soul.
Time is all there is now...
to tell another day of how this friendship
may continue.
-- Chevalterre Nabil
Posted by Chevalterre Nabil at 9:34 PM 0 comments
30 APR 2015
al amor le encanta joder
porque se me parte el alma
se me parte el corazon
de no haber recibido algun texto
alguna llamada
algun cariño
Cualquier Noticia
de tantos de ustedes...
Año tras año -
añadir y añadirrrrrrrr.....
Tsssssssssss
como nos hemos jodido uno al otro
porque asi lo hacemos
tan queridos amigos...
que se joda uno a la otra
el otro a una
vice versa
versos se dicen...
versos de mi mente seccionada
mi mente escapando
al olvido surreal...
intentando recordarlos
a cada uno de ustedes....
un chingo-mil de ustedes....
quienes casi ya no nos conocemos...
por habernos ocultado
detras de los androides...
el no sentir nada
ni en el corazon
Porque somos androides...
ni de carne
ni de huezo...
- aquella tarde cuando conoci
un hombre joven de cuarenta y pico
el setenta-y-tres porciento de su columna
columna metalica
mientras tardara un año en establecerce
en su sistema
el huye del frio...
en fin, el sonrie.
Ya no esta moribundo...
su vida previa jodida
hasta casi morir.
el sonrie
su cuerpo enderesado...
mientras el mio
de carne y huezo
con la misma alma
vieja, aburrida, jodida
sangrando...
de sangrando
enderesada por ser saciada
saciada por el espiritu del por alla
le puedo resar a Alah, Jesus, Buddha, Krshna
a los mensajeros y los angeles les puedo cantar...
porque el ser jodido
es ser bendecido
con el haber podido Vivir.
Doy gracias hoy...
por poder escribir este poema.
... esta cancion...
.... joder.
y aunque moribunda
sere yo...
- Je suis Chevalterre Nabil
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Chevalterre Nabil - 2NOV14
shit!..
Time Travelling
to the late 1990's
Yokosuka
- The Honch,
Dobuita street
- Illustrating my
20-yr-old
sexy-drunken state
onto the pages
of my portfolio...
started with red ink,
(one of my shippy-shipmates
said I'd make a great tattoo artist,
he was partially right.)
I developed
a new technique
while ever
being unable
to find that
Chu-Hi stand --
my co-workers' rendezvous...
(I had imagined them huddled
in the middle of the street...
I sensed no freestyle beats
to jam to...)
So I'd end up
admiring the Mama San's
fashion and elegance
inside a pub
dared to be called
the Cotton Club!
and there was
the bar tender...
despite her
smoked up -
brittle -
rotting teeth,
... I would play
this Dave Matthews song
(I borrow the title
just for this poem)
and other cool shit
on the juke box,
while I ate gyouza
and chugged a Chu-hi
about 4 times larger
than the little cans
my shippy-shipmates
were prolly sippin' on...
We drank in the same neighborhood
at the same time...
Just never in the same place...
1998 Time Travel.
So the...
Drunken Japanese businessman
would borrow my ink
he'd doodle his techniques
into his notebook
- he wanted to try me and taste the artist
cold & senseless alley
May-December romance...
just there was no point
except to feel
my own libido
ego-stroked
because I illustrated
a dedication
to the 2nd Division's
drunken states...
nobody gave a shit.
We were young
and we were free
for a few hours...
never sleeping
on the streets...
never imprisoned
... filthy taboo lies
of society...
filthy nevertheless
were the Honch's vibes!
Thus filthy were the colors
filling in the red lines
of my drunken,
sex-drenched ...
thoughts...
interpreted design.
- I became a Sailor...
Life could never be the same.
I was addicted to nothing...
it was time to sober up.
But I want to be drunk!
IN LOVE!!!
As I always Love Life...
as well as my friends...
I wanna feel the crash!
Boom!
AHH!
sweet Chu-His on each pair of lips!
flesh on flesh...
of monogamous pairs
& random couples
a rare threesome...
straggled to their designated
hideaways...
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Chevalterre Nabil
30OCT14
...was only moments
for it to take place
The Attack.
En-Ormus!!
Suddenly Silent
...
reports written.
reports proofread.
reports edited.
reports filed.
phone calls made.
pushing to heal -
pushing to heal -
pushing to heal -
breathing unhindered
muscles not sore
still..
the mind is strong
...
components of the body
have done
as they
needed to.
root of the problem
is to be plucked
far beyond our reach
people to be approached
actions to be questioned
- 'if it's not Love.
then, it's Not Fun'
while I maintain
my poker face...
they go gaga over machines
machines which master
their minds
the androids
they have become...
not human
lack of moral capacities
the disregard
the iDon'tGiveAFffffffffff!!!!!
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Sssssss- ist ist ist static attitude
Cartman characters
just do whatever
they want
- Just don't kill Kenny!
but they do it anyway
ev-uh-ree
seen-gull
DAY!
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Labels: anxiety attack, awareness, Chihuahuan Sierra, consciousness, El Chuco, El Paso, humility, idiots, Juarez, klr, klrabstracts, Las Cruces, Mesilla Valley, panic attack, paparazzi, paparazzo, PTSD
Chevalterre Nabil
- 24 OCT 2014
----------------------
I was raised by Bizarro
Thus, ...
Bizarre things I am used to.
...
the Silver Linings of Life
only make things simpler...
...
Simplicities of Life
Light my path
quite rather Brighter...
...
My girlfriend Simplicity
fed me Silver.
First taste was light.
...
Changes are slight.
Muscular at first, it seems.
Collarbones used to Never,
ever hurt
while I coughed.
...
My throat rejected a vitamin ...
I choked on it last Tuesday...
airway blocked
by a dissolving vitamin
tried the nose
blocked by congestions
in lieu of allergens
spraying through the air
dissolve, vitamin
vitamin, dissolve
while my mind
is in mind
the soul shan't travel
no.
not far at all...
Save YOURSELF
Your self is safe:
saved myself...
the process of pains
ever so different
has it become...
...
anxiety without attacks
memories without seizing flashbacks!
...
a new kind of yearning
a new sort of sorrow
a new type of euphoria
a new emotion which has not been named!
...
all of my auras are embraced
tickled and caressed
have you hugged someone lately?
Beginning With Yourself!!!
...
it's only getting harder
to find or connect with any lover.
Too lonely.
I somehow had sought...
for a long time. ...
I yearn to hear your voice.
...
you may forget to call
you may neglect to fall
head over heels
over the one thing you want from me...
the blood thirsts for its own blood
left... yo left...
yo left, right...
in and out the ventricles...
pumpin' through our arteries and veins...
...
will we match?
we're each a good catch.
...
You'll never have to say you
Love Me.
I already knew you Did.
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Labels: art, bunnies, El Chuco, El Paso, klrabstracts, owl, peacock, poetry, puppy, sad, tasseography, teddy bear
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Chevalterre Nabil - 3NOV2013
In a lover's embrace
As I looked up at his face...
Rama's Eyes appeared for a moment.
In a child's tickle
As we made up games...
Christ's Warmth filled my senses.
Amidst destitute and hardship
my deceased ex held me tightly!
He took me back to where we once were...
In a catatonic episode
as my voice did leave me
Mohammed (Allah) directed me to Pray...
Great Grandmother in Reconnection
Honoring the Earth
Said, "Everything will be okay."
During an ultrasound of the ER...
Buddha's Radiance Shown!
in the black and white sideways screen...
Amidst the Winter Meditation:
Friend & I Rang Bells
My visions were flushed
of fuscia and orange...
The flying green Elephant
Joyfully Venerates our Lord
Dancing East to West...
God's Eye's reciprocation
Diagonal Ascension!
Bathed in ever-waving Rainbows...
Centered upon my meditative vision...
Centered within the Triangle}
- the number Three
- Holy Trinity
GLORY TO HIS AND HER DIVINITY!
He sees me...
I see Him...
He says "I am HERE"
I acknowledge His Presence
Feeling his Unconditional Love...
Devoted to the Universe
& Her Creations
Since the Day of my Birth...
You Know You Were Too.
Seek His Love.
And Ye Shall Find...
Losing count
of the many ways
God says,
"Hello."
Can you count the ways?
Have you noticed when the Lord is near?
Search from the Deep Within.
He is Your Friend.
Shake your Neighbor's Hand.
Sing a song with the Señora
sitting next to you
on the bus.
You will see Him there.
He will see you there.
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Video recorded 7 Dec, 2013 - original poem previously blogged 1 Aug, 2013
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Original Blog - on Calendar Menu: Feb. 2013
Enjoy & Hope you like it!
Posted by Chevalterre Nabil at 6:30 PM 0 comments
this took me 12 years to write...
Posted by Chevalterre Nabil at 8:20 AM 0 comments
Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.
-- many have been, are, will be
husbands,
boyfriends,
lovers,
boy toys,
etc...
just acting out a stupid role -
but they never achieve being
confidents or best friends.
because they never truly love --
they hate people
for simply understanding
for showing unconditional love.
they have tried everything
to manifest their hatred.
Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.
The Gurl — 10:52
husbands,
boyfriends,
lovers,
boy toys,
etc...
just acting out a stupid role -
but they never achieve being
confidents or best friends.
because they never truly love --
they hate people
for simply understanding
for showing unconditional love.
they have tried everything
to manifest their hatred.
Love - is not an action.
Love is a way of Life.
The Fella — 12:18
- those words are wise
I didn't "let myself" be had,
I didn't act out on my suicidal thoughts,
I never sought out revenge,
I rescued myself,
I've gained and regained focus
- processed the metanoia
-- I'm still standing.
so when an individual
just won't be a friend to begin with,
I'm out!
15 Aug. 2013 by Chevalterre Nabil, The Gurl age 35, and The Fella at age 45.
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Pretty
Pretty
Pretty Pear
your body so lovely
your shape is rare
a shade of green
brown speckles and stem
how was one to know
within you was a gem?
Pretty
Pretty
Pretty Pear
sweet are your juices
splashing onto my hair
the deeper I bight
more of the earth I taste
gushing delight
but what is this earthy aftertaste?
within you a chrysalis
within you a cocoon
within you had been a caterpillar
within you a mother's womb
I lament to have eaten you
I lament to have tasted you
I lament to have mistaken you
for a deform-ed seed...
You would have become
Gaia's interweaving
Gaia's macramé ...
with pairs of wings
to fly and flutter
a sight on my eyes
to caress
like bread under butter
you did not say a word
you were so still
you would have been a silky bird
the taste on my teeth is shrill
forgive me would be butterfly
forgive me would be moth
I shall dream of you in flight
I shall dream of your host's delight
My Pear Coccoon,
rest in peace
good night.
Chevalterre Nabil
15 Aug 2013, 2a.m.
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