1st FREE HOLE Slam of the 2nd Season

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In these videos, you'll see Karla reading for Chevalterre Nabil.

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Little Untitled Story

Written at TWP 10 July 2010

Bring in your smile
for a while
your rosie cheeks
you present to me
askin' for colors
red...
no!
A brighter red
with a glossy finish
well finish!
Gosh, you're bossy...
I'm gettin' your glitter, babe
and I layer, and layer
with my brush
you feel a rush...

And when it's done
you're more than ready
and willing
to come undone
on the dance floor...

'Cause with me
as you can see

you get your face painted
with my art painted
yes, indeed
on your face

the cherry red
eye-poppin'
bright red
fruits...
yes cherries...

out of all the listed
vast pages
with designs
in the O. P.'s
quiet bar...

on a fantastically
fabulous
Friday night.

C. N. via KLR

Block Party dedication

Written at Tumblewords 10 July 2010

Ode to Sunset Heights Block Party:

Block Party
bohemians...
bikini babes
painted up
painted down
walkin' by
my compadres
and comadres
we
dance
groove
and jive
under the scorching
El Paso sun
our brown-Earth skins
burn...
lovin'
the Sunset Heights block
lovin' each other
belly dancin'
fire dancin'
skateboard dancin'
it's all romancin'

'buy my art
feed my heart'
we call out to
one another...
our neighbors

We sit,
chill...
share
the atmosphere

Our friends' music
all day
we are here
throughout
it's far out
That Sunset Heights
Block Party

were you there?
oh, friend
I was there...

and everyone glowed
in that incense-caressed
atmosphere
as our neighborhood
Sun did set
we each shone
brighter
stronger
in hapiness
harmonious
Our auras shown
in a rainbow's hues
technicolored spirits
and I'd shown
a clear...
light and easy
true blue
At peace
content.

C. N. via KLR

Construction

Inspired by Ruben Alvarado, El Paso Slam Poet from Chicago
He has presented for the first time at Tumblewords Project writing workshop.

The presentation has included the encouragement of natural free flow of writing

with Ruben's Spoen Word declamations and Hip Hop tracks. - 10 June 2010

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Construction's the function

since the day of my birth

384 moons later...

And this moon

shines on the site

and the site grows

it grows...

Machinery...

bull dosers and cranes

dig into our Mother

Earth

She's bare

and naked

alas -- alive

she remains...

As I walk

home

to work

to the coffee shop

museums

libraries

to work...

to work

I'm trying to get there

arrive...

Alarum -

Orange

Barrier -

Orange

The green light says 'yay'

the Orange cones

and yellow tape say 'nay'

But I am not astray

I know there's another way

to detour

the signs do say

As everything

in this vast life

changes

my direction

changes

learning

and relearning

the mind expanding

so do my lungs

expanding

As I inhale

breathing in

the Earth's scent...

in my neighborhood

of Sunset Heights

where...

The Sun and the Moon

do shine upon us

guiding new paths

around the city's refurbishing

El Paso

reconstructing...

Its historical...

Vintage

walkways

Old El Paso

Old Fort Bliss

the former

1920's China Town

Railroads

underground...

Oregon St.

And the construction grows

Alarum - orange

extends

And the nation comprehends

detouring

around and about

Montana...

Rio Grande...

Luna Grande...

shines upon us

shines upon

the naked desert

Earth...

where the alkies hang out...

pass by

slip 'em a nickel

or not at all

'cause they see you everyday

in your everyway

Yeah...

dressed in your brown skin

Earth skin...

bare feet

inside zapatos

still feel...

Her rugged

unlevelled

soil

walk down and up

the rugged path

when everyone sleeps...

and travel to another

world.

C. N. via KLR

La Neta del Planeta

Dedico este poema a mi primo Jaime DL (que en paz descanses),
y nuestra familia sobreviviente.

La neta del planeta
Esque yo no soy profeta
Pero como profeta
Les quisiera decir
Que por favor
Me hagan reir
Anden, todos a sonreir
Que la luz
Nos haga a cada uno
Lucir
Profundamente
Y hasta afuera
Como un juego
De sube y baja
Que nunca baja
Y que no se nos bajen
Los animos
Y las ganas
De sentir,
Vivir,
Alabar,
Añorar,
Gozar,
Y amar…
O Por Dios
Dejame amar!
Con mis compadres y comadres
En un juego de
Por arriba.
Por abajo,
Por un lado,
Por el otro,
Y para donde vamos?
Por cual rumbo damos?
Pos' para viejos que zumbamos
Porque adelante le seguimos
Como Dorotea y sus amigos
Follow the yellow brick road,
Y siguen el yellow brick road,
Siguen y siguen,
Siguen y siguen,
Siguen por ese rumbo
Al destino
Del infinito…
Se atraviesa
Un juego
De hop scotch
Tira tu piedrita
Y dale…
Dos y dos son cuatro,
Cuatro y dos son seis
Seis y dos son ocho
Y ocho diez-y-seis
Es mas,
Agregale diez-y-seis
Y tienes mi exacta edad
Para decir la verdad
Y la verdad es la neta
Que en este planeta
Y como dije
Desde un principio
No nos vamos
A joder
Ni chingar
Ni fregar
El alma
Porque
La venganza
No es buena
Solo envenena
Al igual que el odio
Una mente en vejez
Llena de tristez’
Por abusos,
Vicios
Y tontes
Al pinche demonio
Y deja todo eso atras
Pasa…
La vida pasa
Vivela en paz
En harmonia
Con todo ajeno
Con tranquilidad
Hermandad
En este planeta
Esa’s la neta
Y como profeta
Puesto que
No lo soy,
He dicho ya!

She Wants the Real Thing

Feeling smitten
emotes for a broken heart
to pump a little faster
and feel tickled
Karma starts giggling
sending cute little notes
to the one
who made you feel that way...

But Johnny is mistaken...
Karma's not so easily distracted

Her heart is strong

Johnny assumed
she'd be vulnerable

So Karma's gotta return
these Rose-colored glasses...

It's not personal...
but they have annoyed her.
Rose-colored glasses...
Heh!

She don't want
a wouldbe boyfriend
or woudlbe girlfriend
She wants a partner

She don't want to talk
about future plans
She wants to discuss
current situations
they need to be handled

She don't just want
lunch and a movie
She wants, with Baron
to serve a cause
And share the wealth
with fellow homosapiens

Karma enjoyed
Johnny's light caresses
but not much more is felt
that way
She prefers a firm gesture
a mutual embrace

She don't want to hear
that Johnny don't sing after all...
that after all those talks
he never wrote anything
from the heart

She'd rather co-write
and harmonize
with Baron...
to their rhythms and beats
they can reach out to others
with their souls

She don't want
30-min-reports
of Johnny's insignificant happenings

It makes her sick

Johnny eats out all the time.

Baron appreciates a home cooked meal.

Karma's happy to know...
For when she pays a visit
she doesn't arrive empty-handed

She don't want to hear Johnny
at midnight
jerkin' off
to the beat of his hands

She'd prefer to be with Baron
merging
to the beat of their hearts

Yes, they beat in unison
Yes, they roll together

And why?
Cause she prefers to visit the Rose Garden

Versus hearing -
the empty promise of getting one

Karma don't want a fake romance.

She desires true love.

and she sings to Baron...

"We sound good together
baby
And I knew it
from the start

We can groove together
darlin'
the love grows
straight from our hearts

I don't want
no fake emotions

I don't care for canned pumpkin pie

I want us to fly free
together

and never say goodbye."

Picnic Anecdote

Dedicated to my friend Rachel - Whom I'd met in 1989
And yes Rachel - I too always remember when we were little girls in 5th grade.

"Picnic Anecdote"
Chevalterre Nabil - 19 June 2010

Life...

being such a picnic

All these ants
of different kinds:
green
red
blue
white!
even Brown...

they line up
trailing

encircling
the food

to take it.

I lean in to talk to them
'Friends,
That is my food
I need it'

Some will unite and take chunks out
with all their force
and run away

Some hide pinches
and sneak off
without making a sound

the others move on
to the next cloth
in the park

I can be brighter
and snatch my sandwich away
and then
I don't miss out...

on the flavors
textures on my taste buds
swallowing richness
and feeling nourished.

Otherwise
settling for junk food
makes me run over to the roach coach

then I have lost much more
and gained little.

and those sort of efforts
and lack of effort
do lead to:
weakness
illness

In realizing this:
My body begins to change
morphing...

to one of an ant
I am the queen ant

I rise
and reach out to my troops
get it together

I lead well
as we work as a team

We get just the needed food

avoiding surplus supplies
prevents potential poisoning

With enough supplies
and proper care
we grow stronger.

Monsters in My Life, series of 5 minis

Beginning experiment at Tumblewords Project.
there may be video integrated to each of these.

test run just the written versions for now...

1. We - excited to reunite, embraced
but you yanked at my hair so hard!
As I cried - you were coldly indifferent.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(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.)

2. The phone rings, rings, and rings
while you suffer through your attack
I'm left to talk into your machine.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(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.)

3. I wanted to climb the tree
As I slipped and scraped my arms
you stepped back and let me fall.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(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.)

4. You delayed our travels
told me to wait for you
and left me behind.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(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.)

5. You stole a phone
rejoicing in
collecting money to return it.
C. N. - 12 June 2010
(a clue: he's a sociopath)

Behind "IHABR&AIT" and "SGoP"

Research to back up:
"I Had a Bad Romance and Ate it Too"
and
"Saving Grace of Protest"

I do dedicate this to Raquel T. Lynn.
She's suffered the torment of a sociopath
and still does, as they have a child together.

Know the signs of the disorder known as:
Antisocial Personality Disorder

and keep yourself and others Safe.

"The Saving Grace of Protest"

by Chevalterre Nabil

written in 30 minutes

Labor Day 2010

==========

Say it loud

Sait it proud

---

Say it clear

and stay near

---

As you express

and protest

---

the truth

must be confessed

---

there's much love

to be professed

---

Silence isn't gold

All the words

which within you hold

---

Begin to rot

and form to mold

---

For when you're a coward

not at all witty

nor bold

---

Your internal mulch

beginning to seep

and protrude

makes you explode!

---

Those rancid holes

you tend to

and harness

---

You cannot

push me into it

---

As my friends' love

sets me free

---

Their words

of kindness and concern

protest your wicked enchantment

with glee

---

Oh, my beloveds!

for thee

I reach!

---

And say

Thank you!

---

for the shield

formed by

your protesting words

---

And when

I remembered myself

---

and my yearning

for happiness

and freedom

---

which the hating witch

allowed me

so seldom...

---

I embraced the shield

and it broke me free...

---

The witche's enchantment

was one of loathing

and disgust.

---

I'd felt compassion

for him

... we each thought

rescuing each other

was a must

---

But with time

He did drain me

---

So blind I became

I could not seek

---

to pull myself

out of the emotional dungeon

---

and he'd maintained

me there

---

naked and bare

Lustful his glare

---

He'd provided

so long as I begged

---

I'd yearned for

warm touches

---

not cold, boring

tongue lashings

in the bed.

---

Then he'd let me wander

dazed... astray

---

I'd asked...

Why can I not find

my way?

---

Oh, come and see me

for one day.

---

And he said...

No.

That it was

not in his plans...

---

and clearly

not in his heart

---

I reached for my shield

and pushed us apart.

---

Now I am back

healthy, serene.

---

and again, my friend,

Thanks for saying

just what you mean.

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

Hey!! Thanks for reading, Leave me comments ^_^

“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