I Asked for a Bad Romance, and Ate it Too!

by Chevalterre Nabil,

28 May 2010

From the beginning
you doubted 'us',

As I convinced myself

that you were the one.

You've been writing

your lines

more cleverly

than mine.

I admire that...

of course,

that's fine.

But no longer

can I give you:

- my good vibes

- my body

- my heart

- nor my soul...

You bragged

that you don't pray

and that's a shame

Because you

have taken advantage

of my prayers and meditations

You've led me on

texting,

"lick, lick, lick"

Yet you pay

for my ticket

to go see you

"prick, prick, prick"

Unfulfilled

you've left me

with agreed freedom

to play

And when I ask you to share

tales of a probable mistress

Outloud you deny:

- and your bed's vibe

- your toys

- your eyes

- your internet user history

- the myspace comments left over

- the sticky cam-corder

- the way you ignore me

- forgetting to read my e-mails

- you don't mention me to your son

- or your mom, whom I miss.

Your lack of courtesies

And while I got turned on

You started snoring...

You grinned

as I claimed neglect..

And as you prepare for leave,

you won't bother to see me

in my home town...

"not for one day"

(My friends warned

in concern.)

It never entered your mind.

Your ex,

the mother of your child...

like her --

I'll never be

horrifically submissive

And be abused by your

lack of compassion...

I'd asked

how you felt about

some situations

You gave your quickie -

vague, ambiguous answers:

"Sure.. okay...

I want you as a partner,

but don't know what kind.

... and IF you're comfortable,

it's fine by me."

And no matter what...

with or without me,

You're MAD,

PISSED,

and TORKED

All over little shit

And - no wonder...

your co-workers

disrespect you.

No wonder I too

have fallen out

of liking you.

I am

no page

in your chapter

Cause

I want

and demand

some dick

and pussy

either or

with boobies

all over my face

And mylover's face

between my...

Ha-ha-ha!!!

You sexted

"lick, lick, lick"

and you thought

it was cute.

- losing your poetic license

So what...

I had asked

for a bad romance

and it's true

I got it

from you.

Abuse and neglect

are for no one

... neither me

nor you.

SLAM OFFS

Juarez Issues - slam version
by Chevalterre Nabil via K. L. R. abstracts
completed May 18, 2010

tunes borrowed, not including lyrics:
"Siempre en mi Mente" by Juan Gabriel
and "Streets Have no Name" by U2

in Spanglish

---------------------------------------------

{sung JG style}
You are always on my mind
Don't you know that you
are one of a kind
Where would I be today
had i not stepped forward onto
onto that bridge that leads to Cd. Juarez

Que voy hacer? No se
No quiero pensar en nada, nada
los reportajes de
miles de muertes y muertos
y trato de no escuchar.
{end song}

The garita gates are higher
no more street vendors
a platoon secures la frontera
no more pedestrians
nadie juega en el park
quiet traffic
... to quiet
No more street payasos
A truck filled with helmetted-armored policias
patrols the mall

Careful with your U. S. billetes
saca pesos from the auto-cajero
empty halls
nadie walks alone
pero si tu quieres
grab your shades
and running shoes

Desayuno at Dega'
'huevos fronterizos'
a new dish I ordered
in revueltos a la mexicana,
con tocino, champiñones, y refritos
I wait for my platillo

al pan tostado
I spread jalea
deliciosa
not so fake
like the U. S. kind
decious, I said...
con my cafe

Silverware comes after

Glasses of plastico
...como no?
No vaya ser que un loco agarre y!!

Pasan dos security guards?
No. Son policias.

Mr. Barraza comes
and shares his story,
"... en el Chobis
no one eats comfortably.
Not with la poli
y federales right next to you."

... Saluda Carlos,
an engineer,
y con una sonrisa pregunta:
"Que hacen en la ciudad mas peligrosa del mundo?"

He still smiles...
Though his son was killed
transporting merchandise
estilo fayuca
Nothing illegal...
decent work unappreciated.
Well, the engineer still has his daughter.

Walking down
avenida Lopez-Mateos
Red, Green, and Blue barriers
from the avenue,
into each residential street.

Pero en fin.
Al llegar,
I ring the doorbell.
Irma, la dentista, opens
looking cautiously from side to side
removing the pad lock...

Post no business hours
or get charged a quota
Make appointments
only by phone.

Juarez air don't smell so bad.
For the moment.
Residential blocks
no longer so ornate
or lively...

Filled with graffiti

Contstruction workers
actually wearing
reflective vests!

Wait.
... What?

This can't be the old neighborhood.
The corner cantina cerrada.
The corner arcade cerrado.
El abarrotes "Los Gavilanes"
now sells used appliances on the sidewalk.

Visiting Mama Nena
she plays her old consola
Toda su casa arreglada
warm and loving.
I take multitudes de photos.

Hard to smile
on...
Details of golden,
brassy memoreis
que quedan...

{sung U2 style}
... one of mis vidas
left behind.

I wanna tear down the walls
that hold us inside...
... I wanna pluck out
the sicarious en Juarez
because the streets still have names.

A-ja

Oh, yes. The streets still have names...

The traffic de autos moves forward
y porque no the rest of us?
{song ends}

Finally,
over the other half of el puente
LIBRE!

the vendors are seen...
y me compro un rosary...
con San Judas Tadeo
yellow and green
he wears.

Le rezo
que se termine
el terror de los coyotes
y los mendigos secarios.

3 faerie tales - Happy St. Paddy's

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“An El Pasoan Irish Tune”

13 March 2010 (TWP)

Chevalterre Nabil

Via KLRabstracts

If I wrote my own Irish tune,

I’d pick up my violin…

And let my fingers

Frolick and dance

While my opposite arm

Summons sounds

By caressing

The instruments’ strings

Via my bow

And the bow’s horse hair

Rides along the chords of

G— D— A— then— E

With ease

In a punk rock sort of way…

And the notes would fly

Like little fae

In a violetic soothing wind

I’d bring friends

To trail with me

With their instruments

Dancing feet

And American-Irish beats.

We’d all stop and chill

At the plaza…

In the middle of the night…

We’d summon our alligator friends to life…

Playing with the fountain water

Maybe on skateboards

And pixies emerging from the trees and park benches

Quite urban the fae ones are

Silver robotic B-boys and B-girls

And the brown, wooden ones

Wakin’ up the town

To rejoice…

Yes, if I wrote my own Irish tune…

That is how it would be

Living peacefully,

In harmony

On this side of the Rainbow bridge

Making our golden music

Dancing to our golden beats and sounds.

“Lucky Un-Strike”

13 March 2010 (TWP)

Chevalterre Nabil

Via KLRabstracts

Downtown, El Paso, TX

2 to 3 a.m.

As I turned the corner

And walked halfway westward

On the block…

The car with the right of way

Stopped in time

As the other car

Turned right in front of it –

Missing it by near inches.

Their light was Green…

Angry Red was the first driver –

I could feel the vibe

Manifesting the red light

To stop and catch the violator

And this prevented me from dialing 9-1-1!

I knew they’d be fine…

And waited for my turns to cross…

And there it was

This little duende

Blending with

the El Paso Times vending box…

Smiling right at me!

Oh yes,

And then I knew for certain

The little ones

Were watching over us.

“In a Maze of Knots”

13 March 2010 (TWP)

Chevalterre Nabil

Via KLRabstracts

I do not know how to draw Celtic knots

Good Lord, I’ve tried!

Those mystically, visual interweavings

I just cannot…

For, if I try

I begin to follow

From what seems to be

The beginning of the path…

Then suddenly an animal…

And adorning dog

Raising its paw…

I shake it

We bow, courteously

But I’m not so blind

Nor is it trained to guide me

We had walked together

For some time

Now I’m at the opposite end

Where there’s a different dog

Laughing at me

Ha! I know…

I’m on the mirrored side

I’ll find my way…

Eck!

I’ve lost my sense of direction

I’m at the heart of a cross
Where blossoms grow,
And my path
I still do not know...
Maybe, had I
Counted my steps
In multiples of seven...

Err... in Japanese?
ichi, ni, and san through nana...

But by then
In this topsy-turvy maze
I guess...
I made it back
To the end...

But in stepping back
Looking at the paper
I've made a big Green mess
of meltic knots...

Heck, I'm not Irish
I'm Mexican-American
dance the can-can

So folksy I am
So instead I crochet.
Oh, my crafty hands...

I crochet in deep, lush green
The way my mom did for me
When I was seven...

Interweaving the yarn
Of 1— 2— 3— 4
Leaves and a stem.

Ha!
Try following that trail,
you Celtic knot!

Colored Stupid

"Colored Stupid"
or (Horse of a Stupid Color"
12 Feb '10
by Chevalterre Nabil, via KLRabstracts

They think I'm colored stupid
They think I am insane
I've been cropped up and robbed
quite lengthy will grow my mane!

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Destitute -- defeated
despite my wallet all been bleeded

Vagina all been heal-ed
despite the violators leav-ed

She is alive
But she feels so dead (2x)

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Pathological liars
they talk-talk-talk so much
Oh, won't they just shut up?!
The bunch of... (3x)

Bad business deals
Oh, are they for reals?
with extreme libidos
schmucks stuck in speedos

Buddy Holly glasses
and money up their asses
with one too many credit cards
they think their lives are hard
All full of bullshit drama
cryin' to their mama

Pathological liars
they talk-talk-talk so much
Oh, won't they just shut up?!
The bunch of... (3x)

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Her skin gettin' darker
no she don't look the same
She'd kept her hair much shorter
from having felt so lame...

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane...

Idiots complaining
'cause she's just so conceited
After all...
She gave them each a lot
though it isn't much she's got

And who gives a fuck
if she's got an attitude...
'cause...

They think she's colored stupid
They think she's gone insane
She's been cut off from life
So long shall grow her mane.

- ^_^ new poem/song lyrics

Karma Llegua Renee ^artist
Chevalterre Nabil ^poet

www.myspace.com/KLRabstracts

"Barbecued Poetry Book"
- Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts
26-27 Jan 2010

Artists and writers
in the Military
there are...
rare and few

Some paint
miniature models...
for their D&D games
some win contests
to paint murals
- winning the
command's coffee mugs
What a Rip Off!

Well,
it beats painting
green primer and haze grey
All the Live Long Day!

'Cause
if ya keep on
paintin' that deck
with such overly-efficient control
Ya get called "Picasso"
And that's an insult...
He'd never
drive a 50-pound grinder
as good as
the girls from Deck
nor would he have
stayed one second
down in the ship's
engine room
because his dainty little hands
would have melted right off...

Yeah...
he'd-a' made a dainty lil' Sailor
with his stripey lil' shirts...
like the idiot IT's that tossed around
LeVar's poetry-art book...

Yeah...
there they we were
all partyin' off duty

Artists and writers
in the Military

We...
are so rare
and so few...

while my
geometrically abstract designs
evolved with Japanese milky ink

this mutha fucka of an OS
- third class
who's usually down below
warning the quarter masters
and us deck personnel
of oncoming sea traffic

- He'd just take a pencil
without study
nor school
and make me Crave
for his rendition of Fiona Apple
and other lovely women
sketched...
etched...
into pages
integrated
with his intimate poetry
of or about
the Earth and elements
including Love...

Artists and writers
in the Military
are so rare and few

that book's a hot potato

Military
artists and writers
so rare -- few

He's going around
looking for his book

Military writers
rare and few

Oh! His Regret...

BOOM

POW

Sizzle -sssss...

The book landed on the grill.

And those Idiot -
bored to the bone -
drunk off their asses -
IT men

In hysterics
over the barbecued poetry book...

That's why
artists and writers
in the Military
are so rare and few.

Karma Llegua Renee ^artist
Chevalterre Nabil ^poet

...Devotion to Gayatri Devi

"Prayer to Gayatri" (Mother of Devotion)
Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts - Nov - Dec '09

Gayatri Devi
Oh - Gayatri!

You're quite saavy,
personifying Brahman.

Yes, Gayatri Devi

Paving the path of knowledge
does Gayatri Devi

throughout a navy/corn blue sky
you are the twilight devine

Some may heavily envy
you, Gayatri Devi

For you are ageless...
immortal!

Across the waves and mist
I hear you speak
Oh mother
teaching the Vedic - life knowledge

Oh, mother - Gayatri Devi
In meditation,
bowing down...

I inhale
carrying in
spiritual knowledge

I exhale
jettison
the raving ignorance

I inhale
cradling
deeper concentration

I exhale
flushing out
exhausting distractions

I inhale
embracing
peace of mind

I exhale
released
becoming worry free

I have developed
with devotion

such an ability

to please all
with emotion

and all of the gods
with devotion

Namas-te
Mother Gayatri Devi

Karma Llegua Renee ^artist
Chevalterre Nabil ^poet

...to Yama... - Death

"Prayer to Lord Yama"
Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts - Nov - Dec '09

Greetings and Salutations to you
Yes, you! Oh, Yama!

For in the form of time
it is that you punish.

(Español)- en una rama, tu Yama
tachas los muertos.-

For you are the lord of death,
Yama.

I salute you, god of the law,
so righteous in action

You may have taken Osama...
Should you?
but not yet take Obama...
Oh, Yama

I greet you both
- Si, tu - y enseguida
la obscura dama --
la muerte –

- Namas-te!-

- Que tia la muerte
Y tio tan rico
es el dios Yama! -

- Namas-te! -

I am blessed
for you've been steadfast
in the face of judgement

When I did not need to be sedated and violated

When I did not need to be abused and stalked

When I did not need to be twice drugged and robbed

When I needed to accept you...

to die alone and be Renacida - (Francaise) Renee - Reborn!

Yes, you blessed me
I overcame the fear
of your reign -
Death!

- est pour toi -- es por ti -
- que je vivre -- que vivire -
- Vive la vie! -- Viva la vida -
- et vive la morte! -- and Long live death -
- Je suis Renee -- I am Reborn.

Karma Llegua Renee ^artist
Chevalterre Nabil ^poet

"Gorilla With an Alcohol Problem"

Chevalterre Nabil/KLRabstracts 23 Oct 09

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
I do not know what he's been drinkin'

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
Plays a guitar and he's singin'

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
He takes me cruisin' to eat some burgers

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
Don't need no soda, he loves something else

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
He's so groovy and so swell

X xx Xx XXxXX (2X)

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
He pulls a big one out right in front of me

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
Oh-ho-ho No, It's not what you're thinkin'

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
He pours his golden juice in a cup <cochinos!>

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
A double-X lager, that's what it is

XX - shame, shame, sh-sh-sh-shame
shame, shame, oh what a shame

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
Now you know what he's been drinkin'

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
I don't mind, it's just for recreation

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
Where are you going?
- It seems to me he's got a fetish
- He wants to be tied up and tied down
- If he'd invite me, well I'd be down

X xx Xx XXxXX

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
He takes me to his secret hideaway

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
I discipline and push him around

shame, shame, sh-sh-sh-shame
He loves to feel so shameful and lame

XX

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem
I won't abuse you
- to hurt one another just ain't right
- I love a man who's super sweet
- He'll hold me tight all of the night

XX - shame, shame - oh what a shame

(Español) Este gorila es un alcolico
le doy con mil naranjas
que sienta Ay! todos mis colicos

XX

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem

XX

(Nihongo) baka mitai!
gorira dake nanoni

XX

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem

XX

lookin' out for the one-dollar specials

Gorrilla with an alcohol problem!

Karma Llegua Renee ^artist
Chevalterre Nabil ^poet

Gorilla with an Alcohol Problem

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0_6QkIFkgQ