embers of ashes

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(September 12, 2011)
by Kosal Khiev

Mentally tired but the fire’s still burning
i’m hard wired so i feed off my yearnings
learning a new life is somewhat disconcerting
cause the life i left behind is somewhat still lurking
sometimes at night i wake up reminisce and hurting
wishing i never would have put that dirt in
but thats spoiled milk and now i find myself working
towards a better me cuz the old me wasn’t working
i use to flirt with death but now it’s life im courting
realizing that life is more important so i cherish it in small portions
see,I see the world through the eyes of an orphan
and wonder if he dreams of another life very often.

A Traveler’s Guide (series)

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(September 16, 2011)
by Kosal Khiev

Walked a lonely path but never seemed to mind
Cuz the company he kept was destine to shine
In solitude he befriended father time
Seeing the world through the eyes of the blind
So he kept his faith in the dark with his heart open and lying
Awake at night with his eyes open and crying
Wishing he was far and away out in the open and flying
But everyday he’s a little more broken and dying
One flight was all it took and it was Cambodia he was eying
Saw the ugliness of her but he kept on prying
Trying to discover what kept her from dying
What beauty!what resolve!, how she opened up her arms
Felt like he fell into the bosom of his moms
So he melted into her song
And finally found a companion as he continued to walk along

The Sound Of Broken Chains

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(September 23, 2011)
by Kosal Khiev

So let me break it down,
break u down pound 4 pound,
break dance u around the sounds of broken chains
its broken rage unbroken through these pages said the sage,
my age broken like memories scattered through a maze,
a slave born free but trapped in them days,
lost his way thru poverty and graves,
landmarks of a moment,stolen now vague,
plague with remnants of a moment frozen,now plays,
the film is reeling,the character is building,
i was iced up,how am i feeling,
i’ve been numb,made to be felt dumb,
made with legs with wings to reach the sun but i was clipped with a gun,
knees broken come morning,crumbling in crumbs,
with tears pouring i was done warring,please God wont u come,
no more running,

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My Asian Americana

My Asian Americana

Oct 29, 2011 | 4 Comments

Exiles and ex-pats unite as a community to present images of an Americana they left behind. One half live outside the US by choice while the other half has been forcibly returned. All are Americans. Each raised with the memories, mannerisms, and a distinct cultural identity of growing up Asian in America. This piece is both a short film and a PSA to remind the public of untold stories about Asian Americans ordered into exile. These are the narratives of Cambodian Americans impacted by US deportation policies.

About Khiev Kosal

About Khiev Kosal

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Kosal Khiev is a poet, tattoo artist, and survivor of the US prison system. Born in a Thai refugee camp, Kosal’s family fled to the U.S in 1981. At age 16, Kosal was arrested in a gang fight, charged with attempted murder, then sentenced to 16 years. While in prison, spoken word became his creative channel to tell his own story and transform his anger, regrets, and experiences into a poetic art form. In 2011, the U.S. government deported him to Cambodia, a country he had never been. Kosal lives as an exiled American in Phnom Penh where he continues to share his compelling story and art at open mics, universities, and public stages.

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Why I Write

Why I Write

Sep 29, 2011 | 13 Comments

WHY I WRITE is the first episode in a series of spoken word videos by Khmer American exile Khiev Kosal in collaboration with Studio Revolt. Kosal, a poet and tattoo artist resides in Phnom Penh after spending 14 years of his life in a U.S. prison.