180 (Poetry)

Artwork by: Vanessa Garcia

Puzzle pieces morphing with time

I thought our destiny was divine

Conflicting desires… both clearly devoted

Actions with misunderstood motives

Silent screams… broken hearts

Nothing can rekindle the flame from the start

Helplessness…

Good intentions with corrupt thoughts

Bad karma with good motives

Hopeful beginnings transformed into probable endings

Unlikely mending

-Jon Chambers

Poem About Nothing (Poetry)

Artwork by: Robert Panzullo

Onions in the sky… don’t touch the vibe

Non-permanent patterns and basking in the present

Lilies are blowing in the winds of change

But I’m at peace.

Peace…

War…

Insecurities leading to premature deaths

But the insecurities survive

Love is blind

Happiness is in your own mind

Nobody can define

-Jon Chambers

Limits (Poetry)

Artwork by: Minnie Evans

Countless lives

Countless worlds

Solitary distinctive lessons

I envy the omnipresent

This life is so restricting

There’s so much to see

There’s so much to feel

But only one person I can be

-Jon Chambers

Dreaming to Death (Poetry)

Artwork by: Markovski Artem

Chasing dreams through the dark alleys of danger

Surrounded with black cats

Sorry Madre... I'm stepping on cracks

I await that same fate, the world’s weight is on my back

And it's intertwined with knives

Thanks to a smile induced by no real emotion

Thanks to villains and vultures under the moonlight

Thanks to my heartlessness that needed retaliation

Chasing dreams through the dark alleys of death

I wonder what's next

-Jon Chambers

After Defeat (Poetry)

Artwork by: Todd Marinovich

There's a downpour in the windows to my soul
In my hand is a gun...
The bullets pierce deep into my confidence
These toxins are altering my consciousness

Will I ever know success?
Hopefully we meet before I get to know death
None of your words will numb this pain
None of your uplifting speeches will rekindle my flame
The fictitious flattery does nothing for my tortured soul

The despair is transformed into anger
Transformed into blame
I was so committed...
So I'll blame my failure on conspiracies and critics
Maybe I'll just curl up and die
Or maybe I'll convince myself I never really tried

-Jon Chambers

Depression (Poetry)

Artwork by: Mark Sharer

My mind whispers tales of contradiction
My body begs for sedatives and toxins
My heart yearns for the love I lack within
My soul is lonely...
It travels aimlessly through abstract realities
It guides me with an intangible map
My negligent ego denies the existence

Overridden with emotion
Insecurities intertwine with fear
Unaligned chakras and tattooed tears

Unsure of my direction
Waiting on depression
She intrudes into my residence
She kidnaps my joy and harasses my destiny
She hides my love and kills my gratitude
She worships my fear and pays tithes to toxins

When I feel I have nowhere to turn
Depression sets a fire within my heart…
And lets it burn

-Jon Chambers

My First Book (Announcement)

My first book entitled My Poetic Truth is reaching its final stages of completion. It should be available for purchase on my blog and hopefully Amazon.com within the next month. You may be wondering as to why you should purchase a book of my poems when I already make my poems available for reading via the internet. The fact of the matter is that this thought almost stopped me from publishing. I wanted to give the public more than just poetry that is already easily accessible. As I began putting my book together at the beginning of last summer, I started to see that my poetry was telling a story. It was telling my story. In turn, this book is actually a story of my psychological and emotional journeys that happen to be accompanied by poetry that reflects a particular part of my story and conscious awakening.

My Poetic Truth is a journey through the human experience. It is more than a random collection of writings that are placed sporadically without purpose or direction. The poetry is broken down into sections that give the poems context and come together to create a story of growth, awakening, and acceptance. The subjects are common enough to be relatable, while unique enough to offer new perspectives and stretch the boundaries of ordinary perception.

I will offer more details as they become available.

-Jon Chambers

Resistance (Poetry)

Artwork by: Karen Musick

Uncertainty undermines the devotion
Fear of inability silences the stuttering Moses
The red sea closes...

Traveling against grains of opinions
Minuscule grains of unimportance and fictitious dominion
Professing to be wise men bearing gifts
Walking down the isle getting married to a myth

Their myths won't deceive me
Faith won't leave me
I just hope destiny receives me

So many paths... I just need the right one
So many history books... I just need to write one
I just hope I can plant my flag
Before I'm forced to wave a white one

-Jon Chambers

Game Over (Poetry)

Artwork by: Ione Citrin

Skating on the thin ice of karma's overstepped boundaries
Swimming underneath are sharks...
Sharks and judges waiting on my morals to sever
Waiting to cast stones at my scarlet letters
Praying I collapse so I can lie with the lepers

Drowning in the cold December streams
Life flashes before me, remembering my dreams
Dreams submerged and deferred

Maybe next lifetime

-Jon Chambers

Social Networks (Poetry)

Stop it...
You keep detaching me from my reality
Feeding the mouth of my resistance
Entertaining my sheepskin covered with this pigmented flesh
Boredom sends you invitations unconsciously
Making time advance at record speeds
Procrastination loves you
My problems are momentarily sentenced to death
But they always survive...

Alternate worlds and infinite falsifications
All in search of gratification
I need to resist this temptation

Social networks...
Connected to everybody else
Disconnected from myself

Everything Was One (Poetry)

Artwork by: Sarah Lowe

Everything was one
Before everything begun
I was you
You were me
Everything was how it was supposed to be

We have fooled ourselves...
Fooled ourselves into thinking outside forces control us
Thinking they close doors to ultimate perception
Thinking they paint shut the windows of hope
Denied freedom cries force us into blame

Everything is one
The stars, the moon, the sun
I am you
You are me
Everything is how it's supposed to be

-Jon Chambers

Exorcize Me (Poetry)

Artwork by: Francisco Goya

I need the best religion
I need an exorcism

These forces disconnect me from myself
At least the self I thought I was
The self I told people I was

Who are you?
What have you done with me?
Or maybe you're a part of me...
The part I buried alive
You have risen to haunt me
You have risen to taunt me
Showing me who I really am

Helping my psychological see
This isn't possession...
This is just me

-Jon Chambers

Psychological Nomad (Poetry)

Artwork by: Mimi Knoop

My attic has the thoughts of an addict
Never stagnant… psychologically nomadic
Passive passion and violent crimes
A killer is locked away in the corridors of my mind
Christ is in a tomb in the chambers of my heart
Tempted by a serpent slithering through the night
Dwelling in my shadows… we’ll never be apart
Bringing the fear of death to the tree of life
A suffering savage withholding truth
An elder with fruit withheld from the youth

Every time I’m on edge I’m afraid to jump
Afraid of the potential karmic debt
Afraid of the demons that I thought I suppressed
Afraid of losing this pedestal that I deny
My attic has the thoughts of an addict
Never stagnant… psychologically nomadic

-Jon Chambers

Empty Empathy (Poetry)

Artwork by: Sophie Tarantino

Repressed regrets denied for years
Given new life… baptized with tears
Fear… pride… empathy dies
Hopelessly resurrected on the fourth day
The stone was rolled away… but the witnesses have left
Did the empathy ever truly transcend death?

It’s alive…
But its invisibility leaves its recipient deprived
Left to force and falsify forgiveness

It’s alive
But it’s like the fallen tree in the forest
Lacking importance
Sorry is too late in the face of abortion

-Jon Chambers

Chames featuring Nate Ellis - "Contradictions" (Music)

Conflicted (Poetry)

Artwork by: State of Grace Graphics

Conflicted between confidence and resistance
Between conformity and proper petition
Between an eternal ecstasy promised by the priest
And the hedonistic greed on the hands of the thief
The conscious compete, while the prideful retreat
Conflicted between Constitution and compromise
Prophesized through conscious eyes

Conflicted between self-fulfilling prophecy and destiny
Between harmony and supremacy
Between war and serenity
Scribed in the myths as the demonic and the heavenly

-Jon Chambers

Love is a Bully (Poetry)

Artwork by: Michael Cheval

Love is a bully
She feeds on weak susceptible souls
She lacks operating optics so she kills at random
Infesting minds and silencing the voices of intellect
Triggering unforeseen patience
Robbing her victims of green faces

Love is a bully
Mercy is crossed out in her dictionary
Bringing emotions to the surface that lied dormant for years
The faceless villain invades your face with tears
Many have attempted to convict her of her crimes
She seems to only grow deadlier with time

One problem…
Love is a bully you can’t report to an authority
She has no physical identity
And you can’t warn future victims of her venomous hand
If they’ve never been attacked then they wouldn’t understand

-Jon Chambers

Wisdom (Poetry)

Artwork by: Isiac A. DaGraca

Innocence… ignorance… naïve by decision
Should the blissful soul be wary of wisdom?
Does the all-knowing sage have peace of mind?
Or is he constantly at war with every piece of his mind?
Grappling with concepts nonexistent to the ignorant
Adding stressors to a brain that loves to bask in innocence
Does wisdom add responsibility without ability?
Or does it add divinity and help you see vividly?

The ignorant is like an infant…
Stagnant in a primal philosophical phase
Married to complacency…
Dodging rice grains as their foot steps over the broom
While their peers plant flags, leaving footsteps on the moon

The ignorant is selfish…
Denying the oneness and collective unconscious
Denying the evolution proposed by the prophets
Using past lifetimes as a crutch
Leaving future lifetimes in the dust

Wisdom is selfless…
Growing in the midst of inevitable death

But the wise dies like a star…
Letting her dust evolve in the midst of her demise
Letting off energy and lighting up the sky

-Jon Chambers

Seasons (Poetry)

Artwork by: Tim Gagnon

The season of fall… the autumn breeze
The degrees fall… and so do the leaves
The sun sheds light on radiant impermanent colors
Colors placed in body bags after falling to their death
Leaving a tree of life that stands bare
Producing artwork to accompany despair
The blanket of snow is a gift and a curse
Sometimes it graces… other times it erases
The grass on the other side is no longer appealing
The blades lie dormant for the snowflake concealing
Snowflakes to soon melt and rise to the skies
Falling and sprouting leaves as April cries
Falling and aiding the grass as it grows
The same grass it harasses when it snows
What is the reason?
In humans we call it bipolar
In nature we call it seasons

-Jon Chambers

Today's Truth (Poetry)

Artwork by: Gary Tonge

Historical perspective guides our beliefs
Culminating in this present state
Adapting to discoveries and philosophies
Sometimes turning blasphemous theories into facts
Sometimes humbling the all-knowing sage
Reconstructing our books page by page

A flat earth at the universal center
Inferior dark-skinned life from a far off land
One planet... Nine planets... Eight planets...
Billions of galaxies to humble our existence
Worship the sun... but the sun is a star
One of billions...
Many have planets orbiting from afar
Billions of galaxies and unexplored terrain
But as we search for life... we return in vain

Which truths will be debunked through exlploration and conscious conversation?
Which truths of today will be absurdity in future generations?

-Jon Chambers

Magic (Poetry)

Artwork by: Asgar Gabriel

The walls are crawling... my angels are calling
Everything is morphing into particles and vibrations
The walls are crawling... my angels are calling
But so are the devils... my mind and body separated
The colors radiate... nature is serene
But this world is an illusion... it's not how it seems
My ears are ringing... my ego is gone
Spiritually awake but my physical yawns
I now accept that I'll one day lay deceased
Then I'm distracted...
These clouds paint a complex masterpiece
The moon is full of energy... the stars are full of hope
The music elicits a different color every note
Every emotion I've ever felt I can feel
Any self-induced karma I can heal
I feel like a philosopher... I feel so enlightened
Everything is so clear... but everything is so weird
Now I'm back in reality... writing these words
Unable to explain with language what occurred

-Jon Chambers

War on Drugs (Poetry)

Photo from: http://leilaequalmoney.blogspot.com

Addiction to prescription drugs is a business
Addiction to illegal drugs is a sickness
Buying poison in a bottle is a privilege
Buying poison in a bag is forbidden
Prohibition... constant friction
Distinct distinctions and contradictions
Contradictions in the diction of the contras
Contraband... with government sponsors

Monetary gain masked as morality
Threatening the youth with fear driven fallacies
Deep-rooted in discrimination
The penitentiary... the modern day plantation

Forcing their biased morality on the masses
And it's a morality governed by fear...
But fear has never cured a disease…
It just temporarily suppresses symptoms...
And permanently makes us victims

-Jon Chambers

Philosophical Phases (Poetry)

Artwork by: Edward Hopper

How did we get here?
What are we doing?
Placed in this three dimensional prism
Here with no sensory guidance that’s not tainted
Here in the microcosm of a galaxy
Here with these minds to think and philosophize fallacies

Where are the limits?
Where does this evolution finish?
When does everything become clear?

These questions are at war with people with answers
But their answers don’t seem to bring me peace
They give me more speculations…
I need to silence these voices… I need more meditation

Wars in my mind… constant debates
Are we divine destiny or dead weight?
Did man evolve or did God create?
In the end I have no answers…
Just a head that aches

-Jon Chambers

Power (poetry)

Artwrok by: Sherra Leeanne

Power…
Visions of Nietzsche’s nihilism
The ruler and the servants both sent into submission

Power…
From the prophetic priest to the established elite

Power…
From the sophisticated scholar to those with illiterate speech

If only we had the power to tell power no
If only we had to the power to let power go
In search of power and wealth
To make up for the lack of power over our self

-Jon Chambers

Behind the Curtain (Poetry)

Artwork by: Jeganathan Ramachandram

Political prophets preaching to the sheep
Making political profits privately and discrete
Deception from all directions lacking discretion
Sly salvation… supporting suppression
They empathize to avoid enemies
Nihilistic negotiating with powerful pleas
The crowd on their knees… pledging to a flag
Digesting decrees from people with degrees

But behind the curtain... and behind the emotionless face
There’s an empathetic human that’s hard to erase
Maybe hard to trace… but it dwells beyond the fame
It cries behind the lies… in the right side of the brain

Oneness and the connection to everything alive…
Lies behind the curtain unveiled when we die

-Jon Chambers

Behind the Books (Poetry)

Artwork by: Faye Yong

Weekends ingesting poisons and numbing worries
Champagne for the pain… new apparel for the stains
Meeting the world… but when your eyes open in the early dawn
Stumbling from the lawn… you won’t remember their names
Pain… pleasure… lust for the urges
Low self-worth… cannabis for minds held captive by the system
The system that recites and regulates jargon until we’re programed

Or are we programing ourselves?
Depleting brain cells
A heaven on earth to leave us dwelling in Hell
But we should have the right to act foolish
Our preachers, doctors, and teachers even went through this
Our presidents, lawyers, and cops fell victim
Why not sin if we’ll be forgiven

-Jon Chambers

Chronic Complications (Poetry)

Artwork by: Linda Carmel

Diving dangerously and darting through holes that make me whole
Fantasizing about fortunes and dressing in fabricated fabrics
These visual cues take me to insecure places
Racing through time and pacing in my mind
The one designed by the one divine
Casting judgment on crimes and kind to those who do it sublime
But only in my mind...

My mind that complicates emotion and devotion
Like a potion that possesses the premature primal experience
Guiding to a place unknown... But the place knows all
The place grows tall… and shatters societies boxes
It learns honesty and truth silencing the inner sly foxes
But is there a purpose behind?
Or did I do this all with my mind?
Or am I blind?
Are WE blind?
Rats racing through a delicate design

-Jon Chambers

Labels (Poetry)

Artwork by: Anji Johnston

They want to label me with language
Suffocate me with syllables and similes
Limit me to titles and tendencies
Just to invent my inconclusive identity

Why?...
Why must I fit into a label you'll just use to judge?
I wish to be as free as the dove
Flying high above...your concrete reality

Flying high above anything that describes me as anything but infinite
Anything that describes me as innocent
I'm guilty as charged behind these bars
I'm a tortured soul behind these scars

Turn the tables... Their support is unstable
Disable the labels... Regard them as fables

-Jon Chambers

Sedona (Poetry)

Energy from the mountains heighten my vibration
Outlines of the clouds propel my imaginative spirit
Synchronistic encounters force enhanced perceptions

The red rocks caress the mountains with love
The galleries display cultural truths and abstract dreams
The landscape solicits serene sanity

Meditating in altered states absent hangovers
Speaking with clarity and truth
Feeling the connection to everything alive

Walking sacred grounds of the ancient natives
Letting their spirits guide me through terrain I haven’t traveled this lifetime
Letting this awakening guide me outside of the city limits

-Jon Chambers

Vicious Cycles (Poetry)

Artwork by: Brittany Jackson

Gather all of the banks... baptize them with fire
Let it symbolize impermanence
Let it burn imaginary value
Let the ashes fertilize the trees from which they came

Gather all of the churches... flood them with the ashes
Label it as an offering to the God within
Sacrificing the addictive bondage
Let the root of all evil reign no more

No more greed... no more profit

Curing the symptoms of the satanic sickness
Symptoms to reappear with different faces and names
Different faces playing the same games

Attempts to quicken evolution are futile
Including this piece I construct for my pupils

-Jon Chambers