Prayer to la Sagrada Tierra

April 5, 2011

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

Protect us dear Mother
protect us from our own fears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your skin is rich and fertile
in tan and red tones

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

I love to taste your hair
its nutrients I enjoy!

Your blood
ebbs... it flows
through the elements

Water
Wind
Fire

! te adoro
Oh, Madre Tierra!

tercer planeta
en el Milky Way

Silky it looks
in the Universe

sweet it must taste
to demi gods

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

Whether you ever
feel ill
or really great

your body quivers,
it quakes!

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

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

You just have
and will Be!

I write this to you
Mother, dear
because I know

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

You gave man kind
the materials
the minerals

to use...
experiment with

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

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

Can the rest of us
do the same?

You sneezed...
scratched an itch

and it flooded houses
swiped out
entire cities

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

And still we do
cherish
and worship you
So

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

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

When we follow
your path

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

RED ... parts I & II

complete piece written in July of 2005

by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil

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Red it bleeds

Red it drips

**

I wipe away at my nose

with my fingertips

**

The concrete

as I knelt

**

strangely, no cut

I felt

**

As I rose

to stand erect

**

That bright red

was quite direct

**

A child I was

sad and sobbing

**

The hot red

pressure throbbing

**

Chasing a boy

while riding a bike

**

Falling to my knee

the red did like

**

Through tiny pores

like little ants

**

Yellow they turned

infected under my pants

**

The stinging stain

embarrassed me

**

In summer school,

figured out its chemistry

**

The red

during puberty

**

Did not infect

my purity.

**

*<..._____-----...<*>...-----_____...>*

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True heartache,

open wounds

**

Empty flesh hollows

Red-covered tombs

**

In shock I was

the period seized

**

The red not coming

I was not pleased

**

Heart and knuckles

in red are tarred

**

Forever

they are scarred

**

On the job

grey dust turns red

**

Through my respirator,

dizziness in my head

**

I pray at church

they serve me red

**

I eat my dumplings

they serve me red

**

I can breathe

but red comes out

**

Plasma, blood clots

I curse and shout

**

My paranoia

lurks and hides

**

For thirty days

red spills from all sides

**

Deep breathing

Deep meditation

**

Controlling the bleeding

no slack or hesitation

**

The red flows

as it is meant to be

**

Distastefully,

it is a curse to me

**

the Red

inside me boils

**

All the clothing

it soils

**

I cannot continue

eve or day

**

Without some red

spilling away

**

I fear

when in private

**

If you see it

I want to hide it

**

You ask me why

I fear the Red

**

It is a danger

inside my head

**

Like a trigger

for a bull

**

Red restrains me

into a lull.

**

Bonita Little Cockatiel

A memoir written by KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil, in 28 July 2005.

This poem is dedicated to "Bonita", the family's pet bird. She'd passed on at 0630 on 27 July 2005.

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Our little bird

Our little friend

You were with us

until the end

**

You befriended us

distracting my mother

from her garden

**

I met you while

atop the kitchen table

you were hoppin'

**

We fed you bread crumbs

until you pooped

**

My mother's linens

stained and gooped

**

You needed a home

Grandpa got you a cage

**

We gave you accomodations

You sure didn't smell like sage

**

We called you "bonito"

(sometimes pajilolo)

We thought you were pretty

and a male too

**

We were so ignorant

after seeing

you could lay an egg

...ooh!

**

You were my best friend

for only with me

you'd chirp and dance

**

Whenever I'd pass

you'd caw and prance

**

You wanted to fly

we'd drprived you

of space

**

And trusting me

you perched on my hand

with such grace

**

Clicking and knocking for snacks

Tortillas and pancakes

with you we shared

**

And the doggie just waiting

as your snacks fell

to eat them, he dared!!

**

So much love was shared

I am sure you left

**

But now bits of our hearts

will melt

**

No longer will you

whistle along with the sirens

bark with the dog

**

nor will you

chatter with the crowd

or climb up on your log

**

Remember when

you'd caw the syllables

of my name

**

Each morning

you'd play that

cute little game

**

Blaming the dog

for your mess of bird feed

"wow-wow-wow-wow-wow!"

**

Now he looks for you

wondering,

"She's gone? but how?"

**

We shall solemnly miss

your spunky plumage

and lush, red cheeks

**

And when dad whistles

I'll remember how you'd

sing along with sweet peeps

**

Fairwell our feathered friend

**

Aurevoir my petite and pretty bird

**

Where another cockatiel calls

**

Yours will certainly be heard.

**

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Unsettled Heart

by KLR before Chevalterre Nabil

28 June 2005

**

I don't know what to say

I don't know what to do

I feel like a mess

I feel like a fool

*

So many men with whom I'd lay

So many men that I would do

An easy way of relieving stress

That sleasy joy filling my pool

*

If only it were yesterday

When i still had you

Before I met sex

Our dreams we'd thread into a spool

*

We said we would stay

You said you'd write too

Our paths became so complex

My anxiety and impatience began to rule

*

I'm not yet old nor grey

Longer than a decade, since I saw you

The spool has not unraveled

I long to be in your arms

*

We've headed towards each other's way

Holding me, you missed me too

But our hearts have been graveled

And useless are my charms

*

Please don't let me become astray

I only want to be with you

All these men, they have me mangled

The curse on me must be lifted

*

Send me a sign for me to stay

Do not let me say "adieu"

This anxiety and impatience get me strangled

I'm reaching out for help, to be lifted.

*

Military Drug

by Karla/KLRabstracts before Chevalterre Nabil

20 June 2005

*previous publication on Virgogray Press' "Valium" Anthology

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

14

JOINED THE ROTTEN OL' TIN CANS

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

drills & drills 7 the comaraderie.

I love it

Do I get enough of it?

I'm failing Pre-Cal & Chemistry

So's I quit & keep the chloroforms.

19 1/2

RECRUITED MYSELF INTO THE NAVY

they call me a squid

a shellback I'll become

I love it

Goin' from green to blue

I'm losin' weight, keepin' in shape

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

19 3/4

GET FLOWN TO THE GREAT MISTAKES

a.k.a. Illinois' Great Lakes

cold & windy

I love it

El Paso my home? What's that?

Service week in the galley washin' dishes & racks

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

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

almost 20

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

finally graduated B.T.C.

I'm completely lost

I love it!

So's I make out by the lake

& freestyle dance with a date.

20

EARNED A 2-WEEK BREAT & VISIT THE FAMILY

they told me they were improving?

I hate it!

they just keep on fighting

So's I party

'till my next duty station

still @ 20

FLOWN TO JAPAN, LAND OF MACROSS & SAILORMOON

nothing but colorful manga & anime

I love it!

because I can drink

KAMPAI!

So's I learned in Yokosuka

there's no concept of zero.

21

I'VE BEEN TO RUSSIA, CHINA, KOREA,

Singapore, Bali, Guam, Australia

I love it!

can't get enough of it, love.

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

bust my arse 'till I hurt my back again.

22

I'M NOT THIN ANYMORE

the pounds I've gained -- galore!

I've been pushin' the Xenedrine!

gettin' my Anthrax & Percocet!

So's I shake in my sleep

Motrin's tasteless candy &

Black gum has Nicotine?

I used to not smoke!

22 1/2

SURVIVED SEEIN' WRITE & JOHNSON'S

live amputation...

because of 2, 4, 6, 8 -

thousand mistakes

We don't appreciate.

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

I loved those guys

& hate that they're gone.

23

ONCE A MONTH, LEARNIN' TO DANCE SEXY SALSA

sleepin' with nice rich European men

I love it

get too much of it

So's I wanna find love

in the land of the crimson sun.

24

MY EX-BOYFRIENDS WANT ME BACK

I feel so outta wack!

I loath it!

Cannot stand it! ...

They can't love me...

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

So's I go ride horses cause they're

such good kickers -- Wooh!

24 3/4

SINKIN' LIKE ARSE

have no privacy? no liberty!

Everyone wants a piece of me...

I HATE IT

GONNA LOSE IT!

So's I stop:

... I forgot to jump overboard

I have 3 months left...

there is life after death.

25

BEEN BACK HOME

"Hell Paso" they call it.

I love it.

I missed it

So's I get some jobs

pay the bills.

26

WORKIN' FOR THE MINIMUM

these easy skate jobs & teenagers

call 'em careers?!

I'm bored

needing a challenge

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

26 1/2

LOSIN' WEIGHT, KEEPIN' IN SHAPE

It's too damn easy!

... but wait!!

I just turned 27

I'm in Kentucky's Ft. Knox

can't even go to the 7-11

I could run in El Paso

My body's in shock

I feel like a fatso

Recruiters & MEPS deprived me of training

I am in numbing pain

Pills & drugs come pouring down like raining

Lord Almighty

what have I done?

A WAR inside me

has begun!

Green to Blue

Blue to Green

there are some differences

I have seen.

Only one thing

just won't change:

That "Military Drug"

YOU LOVE IT

YOU WANT IT?

I won't be a hypocrite

tell you to not join

this is only

a fraction of my story

So's all I can say is,

"Getcha Some!"