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...
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Crash Into Me
Thursday, October 30, 2014
PHOTO BOMBINGS
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!
Friday, October 24, 2014
Simple Silver
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.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Plush Forest Survival
Fluffy Bunnies
hopping along
Teddy Bears
smiling at me...
(repeat 3x)
Residing all throughout
the enchanted forest...
as I walk along
connecting with all I love...
but what
do I see?
Why are you sad,
little puppy?
and Puppy says to me}
" There is a vast,
enormous ocean...
it is endless!
- of possibilities,
probabilities,
and opportunities!
into it I want to go!!
But in such heavy,
aggressive seas,
I cannot swim."
- Worry yourself not, Puppy friend.
I am a colorful Peacock
with reflective feathers
to signal our friend,
the Whale
to this placid beach.
The ocean's end...
Whale comes right along...
Whale is warm,
kind,
and inviting...
"Wipe your tears away,
sad Puppy...
A ride I shall
provide to thee!"
- A big tall leap,
the puppy jumped!
Happily navigating
atop the whale.
Puppy & Whale
exchanging stories
along their way...
fluffy bears
and bunnies
waving
'fair thee well'
as they face to the horizon.
Heart of the Wise
Heart of Gold...
I shall don it
like a crown
reaching high up
from the heavens
ascends the wise owl...
the Oracle!
it kindly perches
atop the heart
as the heart beats...
its rhythm sets the cadence
Heavy-footed on the
Left...
.. Left...
.. .. Left... Right
A Sailor's cadence
must be sung
harmoniously by a strong voice
When in unison
with a family
... a team
it gains force
Life Force Consciousness
with discipline...
devoted...
Harmonious songs, lyrics, poems,
stories of experiences
with focus...
devoted...
create your own
form of the Vedas...
de tu Vida
tu consciencia!
Life Force Consciousness
feel good
.. feel safe
.. .. feel fine!
At Ease.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Pocket Filled with Red
my attire in black and white...
mostly stripes...
I never was a lost child.
but as a child I'd lost my way...
The spirits still guide.
By their rules I must abide.
To reinvent and create...
to meditate as I weave...
macrame of black & white stripes -
and pendants of mostly red.
Patriotic & Protesting
for true to our roots we are.
Red, White, Blue...
Black and Yellow.
Cardinal Directions...
Honoring reflections -
of messages told
by ancestral spirits on sacred lands.
Praying to the North,
South,
East,
West,
and some water to our Mother.
I'll wear my pocket filled with red...
the penca de nopal
adorning my forehead
a quite large green bindi...
with curly afro hair...
proudly don my crown -
The languages I speak
sharpen my Eagle beak
Silver tongue as I open up to speak!
Kindly, with compassion.
Mis polluelos y polluelas
no desamparen!
Do not give up!!
We will never be erased.
We fight for this land!
We fight for Our Culture!
Nuestra cultura.
Nuestras raices.
For when the narrow minded
'black & white' fool
begins to clown around...
out of my pocket -
filled with the Red
bandana -
replacing the rainbow butterflies...
They will ask why.
I'll tell them, do not cry.
For it is in you too - to don
from Your own pocket filled with red.
the color of the path
to which we each belong.
Do not put it over your eyes.
For we are not that easily blinded.
Don it on your head,
underlining your crown.
no fair frowning, little clown.
just be happy, and proud
to be Brown.
............
- Chevalterre Nabil ( KLRabstracts)
15 June 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Prose & Prayer
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.
Monday, February 3, 2014
$4L3Z poems
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Light of the Heart & Mind
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
9-11
this took me 12 years to write...
flashes of the towers on the television
I asked why he was watching a movie
he said, "I gotta drop you off at the ship"
my chest pounded with the news
wiping the sleep that blinded me
my eyes saw -
The Twin Towers...
my ears rang hard at the sound of -
The Pentagon...
and I wondered, what about the Borders?
in my gut, I was certain of schemes
barriers already put up
the sight of sand-colored camos shaking hands with khakis
at the Kitty Hawk Pier frightened me...
my face drenched, not by rain
my bag at the Blue Ridge pier,
not checked 100%
I was the first in the Admin department to return to the ship.
Since Gauthier was shore duty YN2,
shore duty Admin got the first phone calls.
letting go of the comfort
of our somber disturbed...
awake 48 hrs in the office
we'd been glued to the TV screens
we yearned to be there.
yearned to help & rescue.
We had a ship to refurbish.
Watches to stand.
Guns to man.
I prayed
I wished
to never shoot to kill.
Prayers get answered.
Wishes come true.
just not forgotten.
Took me 12 years to write this shit.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
A Morning Chat on Badoo
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.
— 10:52
Pear Coccoon
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.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Black August
Black is Beauty
Black as rain
Black is Solitude
Black is the solemn pain
gradually seeping
through my being
unallowed to enter my crimson core
allowed to dispurse out to nowhere
never...
let it absorb all the colors...
they each
Vermillion
Gold
Emerald
Indigo
Haze grey
... they each
out - stretched
as I stretch this morning.
with my arms up high
towards the sun.
The ever-loving sun.
Holy Trinity.
Core of the Milky Way.
All these colors
dispursed...
speckled...
speckled sun kisses...
zesty ginger on my sushi.
speckled sesame seeds on top
tickling taste buds.
Black sesame seeds
colors amidst the Black.
Black Turkish Rose
little black rose buds.
Black caresses my heart.
It does not enter.
-- Chevalterre Nabil
1AUG2013
11a.m.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Dedication to Erick Djerf, 1963-2010
Facebook Note of 9:20p.m., 31July2013
"better to have lost in love,
than never to have loved at all",
it is said...
but it is also terribly cruel.
I cannot
(and don't think I want to)
get over the loss of an ex,
not the way that he passed.
He was afraid,
and endured pain
for God knows how many years
- Still he loved God,
his life,
all his friends...
he'd been a great jazz musician,
artist and art teacher.
Maybe having watched
those Twighlight Zone movies was a sign?
Meh!
We loved watching
good old-fashioned sci-fi.
How we'd met was spontaneous,
out of an open mic during Mardi Gras 2008.
He asked me out,
picked me up from a drawing class
out of an underground ronchy venue
in Downtown.
We'd spent two weeks together
and learned a lot about each other...
He'd written before he left this realm,
I treated him as if I would maybe
get to talk to him again...
Today, I saw his name tagged,
and thought I would tell him 'hello'....
The pain of this mourning
is gradually seeping.
It is okay.
He didn't deserve to suffer
his bipolar pains.
He deserves to rest in peace.
He passed 3 years ago,
and I just found out today.
It's the first time
I lose someone this close,
I have to devote some more work
in his honor.
out in the middle of the desert...
You were never that monster
you were afraid to become...
You were my muse,
My Life,
My Love,
and My Everything...
you were supposed to remain,
annoyingly adorable ex...
... We'd watched our films
of Sci-Fi
in Black & White...
I giggled about your cat,
begging us for breakfast.
We were neighbors,
and delicious lovers.
For you, in those two weeks we were together,
I wrote:
"Arms embracing like arboles branches
reaching for the sol
Skin glistening like the luna
reflecting off the ojas
Kisses pecking like striped bumbles
hopping upon petalos
Bodies in rhythm like avejas
drinking sweet nectar
Lluvia from the sky
falling into the tierra
absorbing sacredly."
-- Praying With My Love, 2008
... we went to church one time.
Your spirit shall always be cherished.
wherever & whenever you may be.
Love, Karla Lopez
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
How do you see that child?
just kindly sharing, and although we don't know each other... careful what you wish upon a child (your own or not)
I was a happy skinny little girl. ate well, slept well... my dad used to keep picking on me about my size. and as I kept growing more healthy... and things in the family would slowly go downward... being a healthier size, and now showing so much bones then turned into being picked on for not being so skinny. It was awkward. by the age of 10, problems in the family had already kick started my depression. so to the point that subconsciously the eating habits were no longer on that happy healthy level. Fast forward to 1997, as I joined the Armed Forces - I barely made it in weighing just 4 lbs over my maximum weight. Stress made me gain weight, surgeries made me retain many fluids. I ballooned from a moderate 175 lbs to 215 lbs. Little by little after I fulfilled my contract, honorably discharged - My body took on it's natural form. Let's call it a rebirth. I'm over all the things I went through in my 20's. Going into my 30's I'm blessed, working whenever scheduled as a model in art classes. Despite all the comments people/society continuously makes towards one another about the way they look. It's not about your intentions or wishes. Instead, if you will, please consider your tendencies of thinking & speaking & writing.
"All she needs is a little more meat on her bones", was repeated to me... I would have been a different kind of model, or even better - would have been able to work more time in the Military. Had that phrase Never been said to me.
I live a happier life because I choose to. Not because anyone else wished it for me.
- See yourself and others well.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
KLR's Rap 2013
Gimme a Beat!
..Well... !
Here's a little story, I'd like to tell
They show a lot of hatred, and scare my friends away,
Some are in my family, some call themselves my friends
When I catch them in their act
I wanna have a good day, I wanna have fun
These stupid people in my past can make me mad.
I'd rather hang with my pals
they dance and play
they are colorful and natural
of different creeds
They write a lot of poetry
You see, I used to live in silence
I opened up to giggle, let out a little laugh
when I started writing I was as sad as Poe
These people of hate are still in my life
I wish you didn't know, I hope it doesn't show
I can pray and meditate, that's just not enough
to get up - Stay Up!
I'll show you how it's done --
Click "delete", don't accept defeat
when they call, throw the curve ball
Keep them outta your house and wish them well.
I had a hard time writing this
listen up and understand
As in, if someone says "no thank you",
Or if they're just quiet and show a smile
Just learn to back off, be at peace with yourself.
Look deep within yourself and realize
Don't aim it towards nobody, do not impose on them.
Feel it near, see it clear.
And be disturbed no more....
Peace! Yo!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Letting go of the Bad Old Ways
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Mexican-American at New Tokyo's
Today's Facebook Note turned into a good blog topic story...
This one's about being multicultural...
*I'm remembering an evening I went out to New Tokyo's on the Honch...
The year was 2001, post 9-11.
The pub called New Tokyo's was the gay hang out.
The Honch is the honcho street, a.k.a. main street - happens to be Dobuita Street, just a walk across from the main gate of the Yokosuka Navy Base, Yokosuka Japan.
My hair was all long,
it reached my bum, overlapping 2 inches.
Naturally wavy, I straightened it
and sprayed a white streak on the side.
"my look, my art" I thought. Pero NO!
I truly didn't see myself the way others did.
I've always been aware of my cultural makeup.
Just I ignored other people's biases...
That night, I got profiled left and right!
My analogy is that of a vynil record}
Side A.
by a co-worker in Admin.
I'll call him stupid, because he used to call himself stupid.
He's actually, a fantastic soul. a Chritian Reverend.
I admire his spirit.
At the time, I felt we were friends with different opinions, yet similar points of view.
We can try to make sense of that.
Side B.
was totally weirded out by a 7-fleet coreman
He always seemed sweet, very Mexican, but never from Mexico.
I discovered that hiding behind his mild manners
was a vato from Chi-town...
He was a little cholillo!
And he was totally tripping out on the way I looked.
I did also happen to be wearing all black, not very much makeup on my face, mind you.
This fucker was so pissed drunk, he started calling me VETERANA.
I was all in my white girl innocent mentality "whaddaya mean? whaddaya mean?".
UGH! LOL
I had no freaking clue, not anyone from El Paso or Los Angeles had ever explained to me...
though I felt the feeling offending me that a Veterana is by urban dictionary defined as an: "Old school hood rat. typically has exagerated hair bangs, drawn-in eyebrows & a dark shade of lipstick and has been around the block a couple of thousand times."
I will admit I have loved wearing black or blue lipstick, but that's a gothic thing, anyway...
His vibe changed to make me feel better}
That dude was all "I Luuuuv youuu, I RESPECT you, cuz you a VETERANA!.
Which his meaning changed to that of a Spanish dictionary meaning:
So those are my translations of what I found in an online Castillian dictionary.
Still I didn't really know. I was only about 22 years old. I wasn't Any kind of Veteran - no where near it.
So I couldn't get him to shut up.
Looked him in the eye and said
Honey, thank you, but you are fucking drunk.
You need to get some water and go home!
.....
So to complete today's blog
here's an awesome Beck Video, song is Perdedor/Loser
It has plenty of Spanglish. I forget what album it's from.
So I also recommend the 1996 album Odelay, which when you sound it out is ORALE!!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
"No Strings Attached"
I'm the bitch with the broken foot
and the broken heart
Broken strings on my green-bruised violin
Broken wings upon my Eagle Eye-sight
Broken microwave bowl
Broken shower head and duct tape
A broken back and a broken iron anchor,
topped with anxiety and PTSD...
Broken appetite for food
Pizza & Pepsi make my heart melt!
Broken appetite for sex
No one can handle this Woman's wonderful libido...
Libido...
LIBIDO!
topped with hormones and pretty pussy.
Broken anger and broken stress
I'll sing 'Hare Krishna' in a long white dress...
But... but... but only because
I'm just not into relationships,
and relationships aren't into me...
I'm the bitch with the broken foot
and the broken heart
Broken strings on my green-bruised violin
Broken wings upon my Eagle Eye-sight
Broken microwave bowl
Broken shower head and duct tape
A broken back and a broken iron anchor,
topped with anxiety and PTSD...
But... but... but only because
I'm just not into relationships,
and relationships are not into me...
My stalkers, harassers, abusers
want to drug me, violate me, belittle me.
They want me under their spells...
Broken Charms!
Broken Chains!
I'm only into scarf bondage, honey
I could let you choke a little...
But dare you come up to my place,
I'd sooner push you down the stairs...
Because I'm the bitch with the broken foot
and the broken heart
Broken strings on my green-bruised violin
Broken wings upon my Eagle Eye-sight
Broken microwave bowl
Broken shower head and duct tape
A broken back and a broken iron anchor,
topped with anxiety and PTSD...
But... but... but
hehehehehe...
only because
I'm just not into relationships,
and relationships aren't into me...
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Gay Pride FB Notes
Facebook Notes – by Chevalterre Nabil, as Karla Nabil:
June 10, 2012
-- New shit poem by Chevalterre Nabil, a.k.a. KLRabstracts written right this second!
Just because I date men, does not mean I am straight.
Just because I seem well-adjusted, does not mean I hate.
I do not care to predict the future or who will be my mate.
The path for that Person and I is in the hands of fate!
June 11, 2012
-- I love being unclosetted.
Met a someone today,
he unclosetted himself to me.
Now we are in each other's lives.
No questionning good feelings/intentions.
I set a good goal yesterday...
after processing out much negativity.
Woke up feeling fine.
And there is added happiness. ^_^
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Empalagar
Sept 2011
in Spanish, English & French (automatically translated )
Empalagar...
its synonyms
are to:
overfill
gorge
disgust
satisfy
annoy
fatigue
satiate
eso es & that is
Empalagar...
Yo quiero empalagar
my eyes
with clashing
harmonies
of hot pink
or puple feathers
stitched onto
earthly tones of felt fabric
My masked creations
sculptures to over-adorn
the face.
Yo quiero empalagar
my thoughts
with bizarre scenes
of an elderly pair
tweaking videos
playing on a pc
like children.
Yo quiero empalagar
my ears
with old & new sounds
of French Pop...
Jacque Brel,
Sting,
Blondie,
Mathieu Chedid,
Sean Lennon,
Mecano,
Indochine,
France Gall,
Melissa Auf Der Maur,
Miguel Bose,
La Ley,
et Paul Mauriat.
J'adore
je adore
J'ADORE
c'ette musique!
Yo quiero empalagar
my tongue
with caramel popcorn...
I'd like a cup of soy milk,
Please!
Yo quiero empalagar
my skin
with raindrops
Its scent merging with
the desert winds
Taking me back
nearly tweny years!
In a 5-minute review
{de mon veritable amour
interdite amour
Ah! Son amour}
-of my true love...
forbidden love
Oh, his love!-
{bisous...
nos chevoux longs
mince, corps souple
tenant les uns, les autre}
- kisses...
our long hair!
slender, supple bodies
Holding one another-
... A block away...
My faithful,
best friends
I held them ever so close
five dogs or more...
I watched them each
Make (making) it to Heaven.
Now,
I'm certain
you've had enough
of my stories by now.
! No te/les quize
Empalagar!
I simply must conclude
without being rude
Que quiero completamente
Empalagar
My Soul
with
my sweetheart's kisses
{Ses levres - His lips
{sur mon visage - on my face
{Ses dents - His teeth
{verrouille sur me levres - locked onto my lips!
{Mes dents - My teeth
{sur sa langue - on his tongue
{Ses mains sur ma peau
ses mains sur ma peau?
Ses mains
Sur
Ma Peau!
- His hands on my skin!
{Me retournant a l'enverse...
- Turning me inside out!
{puis-je atteindre l'univers?
...
Can I reach the Universe?
...
(pause, sighs)
My cup runneth over.
I shall not
ask for more.
Demonic Allergies
By Chevalterre Nabil via KLRabstracts
Slam poetry performed by Karla w/ a 'K'
Sept 2011
(read with Southern accent - optional)
I am Allergic to
Ethnicism and Racism
Not sharing the proper terms
to translate for better understanding
Claims of
'We're not catering
to That kind of audience.'
My heart sinks
I lose the will
to pluck my strings
As much as you
want me to entertain
The group has been falling apart.
Half of us make That
kind of audience.
I am Allergic
to Narcissism
Trying to
use my name and title
Called me 'jealous'
for having
invited you,
included you
with the team.
Suckin' up to me
with vast (lots of) nourishment
poisoning my blood
with tons
and tons
of butter.
follow me,
haunt me,
yell at me,
and taunt me.
Suckin' out my good blood
I get diabetic symptoms
Our acquaintance
More than fell apart.
Expect me
to fail
... always asking
'What's Wrong?'
Never answering my calls
for when
it's necessary
to clear the air.
Each moment (every time)
you step into the room
The buttered up lies
(just) Make me sick.
I am Allergic to
empty word-isms
Neglect
I show up to the meeting
& you're shootin' the breeze
I pick up somebody's slack
end up chasin' you down
for a mere $6.50 salary!
I wait for attendance...
I work on marketing propaganda...
I wait
with the ethnicist
who favors the narcissist
feeding me
Poison
draining my good will
the good blood
I'm on the verge
of unloading
all the bad news,
all the drama
on You...
Then I receive
your message...
'I Promise!'
You haven't (ain't even) been present (here)
for over one (a) week
The projects
have been falling apart!
I care no more
to wait astray
at a lonely table
centered in that gallery
of oblivion.
Skepticism
is my antidote
My silence
My neutrality
My personal strength
Can drive you nuts!
Should you perssist
in putting me or anyone down
Assuming the worst
I can get you
the antidote
for that Pessimism.
Though (but),
Not without
Passing through
the oracles
of the grandiose
Karma
and
Dogma!
When you are strong
You'll learn
to trust
and Love
yourself
So Unconditionally
That when
we reunite,
We won't
recognize
one another. (each other.)
