The Mind Of Jon

After Defeat (Poetry)

2012-01-26T17:17:00.003-05:00

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)

2012-01-19T16:34:00.004-05:00

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)

2012-01-12T12:05:00.004-05:00

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)

2012-01-02T23:53:00.001-05:00

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)

2011-12-25T23:43:00.003-05:00

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)

2011-12-21T22:18:00.001-05:00

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)

2011-12-16T08:01:00.000-05:00

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)

2011-12-15T14:30:00.000-05:00

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)

2011-12-14T14:07:00.000-05:00

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)

2011-12-13T14:03:00.001-05:00

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)

2011-12-06T21:39:00.000-05:00

Conflicted (Poetry)

2011-12-06T11:19:00.004-05:00

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)

2011-11-21T21:03:00.003-05:00

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)

2011-11-15T11:30:00.003-05:00

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)

2011-11-08T11:48:00.003-05:00

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)

2011-10-30T18:23:00.004-04:00

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)

2011-10-23T17:04:00.003-04:00

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)

2011-10-15T16:25:00.000-04:00

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)

2011-10-08T23:41:00.005-04:00

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)

2011-09-28T21:35:00.004-04:00

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)

2011-09-21T17:57:00.003-04:00

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)

2011-09-20T16:21:00.001-04:00

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)

2011-09-08T10:16:00.001-04:00

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)

2011-08-31T16:30:00.000-04:00

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)

2011-08-30T13:20:00.003-04:00

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)

2011-08-26T15:09:00.005-04:00

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

Control (Poetry)

2011-08-21T23:32:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Heidi Tailleffer

I fight the forces that force feed
I fight the forces until I'm freed
Even if they're telling me the right way to proceed
I fight the forces until I'm freed

Even if I'm obedient to these forces
I'll perform angelic actions with wrong motives
Fearful of my dictator's judgement
Troubled presents and future fears

I can't submit...
I can't be the dummy for you ventriloquists
I can't give you control
I can't be on stage with strings tied to my soul

You call it stubborn... I call it liberation
You call it close-minded... I call it elevation
I fight the forces that force feed
I fight the forces until I'm freed

I'm just doing my sanity a deed...
I hope I succeed

-Jon Chambers

Elements and Spirits (Poetry)

2011-08-08T18:05:00.003-04:00

Artwork by: Silk Fox

Out of my element
Out in the elements
Exposed to the rain and the wind
Exposed to the saliva spewed from God’s trumpet
Jericho falls…

Making the oppressors bitter
I feel one with Joshua’s jitters
Sending soldiers greeted by a sinner selling sex
Vexed with regrets

Out of my element
Out in the elements
Exposed to the sunshine that blinds
Exposed to the surveillance of the Cyclops named Mother Nature

Giving her inhabitants Hell…
I feel one with my ancestors
Working fields with backs made of lashes
Being burnt to ashes

The elements of life… the memories of those in caskets

-Jon Chambers

Root of Evil (Poetry)

2011-08-08T17:13:00.003-04:00

Artwok by: Francesco Castiglione

Faith of mustard seeds sprouting roots to all evil
Growing forbidden fruit on the tree of life
Forbidden fruit and empty stomachs
Grapes fermented into wine and drunken obese bourgeoisie

Numerous naive neo-Eves
Greeted by sly serpents promising knowledge and wisdom
Ashamed by the naked truth
False egos override blissful ignorance

Faith of mustard seeds sprouting roots to all evil
Growing healthy green leaves with president faces
One tenth of what you garner belongs to the divine
At least that's how it's written...

I guess even God is 10% wicked

-Jon Chambers

Possessed (Poetry)

2011-08-03T22:58:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Girolamo di Benvenuto

I love the darkness...
I love my mind's psychotic state
A disciple for the demons when tempted with the proper bait

I love the darkness...
I love my heart's quickened rhythm
A victim of the system trapped in my minds prison

I love the darkness...

I hate the suppression
I love the demons... But I hate the possession

-Jon Chambers

Visions and Contradictions (Poetry)

2011-08-02T21:53:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Kyro Designs

Troubled thoughts... Constant contradictions
Closed eyes... Constant visions
Infinite impulses locked in prisons
The head hits the heart in a cataclysmic collision
A big bang to awaken my inner galaxy
Transcending the absolute to deny it's fallacies

I am this... I am that...
No...
I am...
A powerful pope... A lost boy in Sudan
The National Peace Corps... The The Ku Klux Klan

Troubled thoughts... Constant contradictions
Closed eyes... Constant visions

-Jon Chambers

Sounds of Nature (Poetry)

2011-07-28T10:28:00.004-04:00

The sounds of nature make me whole
Its innocence is like that of a child
It steadily beats to the rhythm of my soul
There are no speakers in the wild

Its innocence is like that of a child
The free flowing compositions caress my ears
There are no speakers in the wild
Hopes for tomorrow suppress my fears

The free flowing compositions caress my ears
It steadily beats to the rhythm of my soul
Hopes for tomorrow suppress my fears
The sounds of nature make me whole

-Jon Chambers

The Middle Way (Poetry)

2011-07-19T22:26:00.003-04:00

Same path… infinite perspectives
Infinite moral judgments to apply in vain
The gift and curse of the brain

Recognizing prideful personality
Detaching from it to experience oneness
Finding the middle way
Transcending the one-sided view of dualistic nature

Same picture… infinite words
Infinite connections
Infinite emotions driven by the past and present

Recognizing labels and comparisons
Detaching from it to experience oneness
Finding the middle way
Transcending past worries and future hopes
Living in the moment

-Jon Chambers

Words (Poetry)

2011-07-14T21:50:00.003-04:00

Artwork by: Wosene Worke Kosrof

Limiting language suffocates my spirit
It serves my soul no justice
It saddens my expressive potential
Its purpose can never fully manifest

There aren’t enough words to describe these vibrations
To accurately express this universal rhythmic pulse
To correctly guide us through this three dimensional prism
To properly perceive emotional passion

Limiting language… our current stage in evolution
Representing our inability to communicate complex concepts
Representing our conscious interpretation of unconscious realities
Give me the words that comprehensively depict my truth

-Jon Chambers

Mythical Tales (Poetry)

2011-07-14T20:54:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Carl Jung

Mythical tales birthed by unconscious dreams
Celebrating the coming of the Christ
Fighting forces of darkness from within

Mythical tales from the collective unconscious
An inevitable cycle in human evolution
Reprimanding our thoughts running rampant in the laboratory

Intriguing dreams… frightening nightmares
Results of the inner search for meaning unresolved
Opening our eyes to universal harmony

Compulsive addictions… captivated in this same search
Failure to recognize the union through sobriety
Successful nonetheless

Mythical tales… metaphors for life
Creating perceptions… making them reality
Putting us in touch with our inner world we deny

-Jon Chambers

How Can I Trust You? (Poetry)

2011-07-09T17:23:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Beth Budesheim

How can I trust you?
I don't trust myself

I know my good deeds could easily be infiltrated with corrupt thoughts
I know my evil lies dormant...
Awaiting the proper environment to prosper
Ready to contradict what I stand for
Ready to break vows and destroy empathy

Should I deceive myself?
Deceive myself into immunity from the forces of darkness?
It might even last long enough to title my eulogy
But it would only be a concealment of facts never challenged by the lawyer

How can I trust you?
I don't trust myself

-Jon Chambers

Accept (Poetry)

2011-07-04T21:31:00.001-04:00

Artwork by: Pablo Picasso

Seeing our idealized self in another
Denying the imperfections dwelling in our shadows
Denying imperfections deemed perfect through the eyes of God
Weighting the numbers different in life’s dice game

Life’s dice game…
Inevitable failure…
Unlikely success

Goodbye failure… goodbye success
Unconditional happiness belongs to those who accept

-Jon Chambers

Mother Nature (Poetry)

2011-07-02T22:28:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Linda Callaghan

Infinite bliss… letting go of fear
Mother Nature’s breath levitates my consciousness
She cries tears of joy…

Tears of joy to quench the thirst of her greenery
Nourishing the souls that inhabit her abode

Mother Nature…
Is she just a metaphor for the beauty within?
A way for us to dissect our bodies?
Imaginatively displacing our inner beauty onto our projection of the world?

Infinite sorrow… one with fear
Mother Nature’s wind stifles commute
She cries tears of pain…

Tears of pain to drown
Flooding the streets we built to neglect her

Mother Nature…
Is she just a metaphor for the discomfort within?
A way for us to dissect our bodies?
Imaginatively displacing our inner fears onto our projection of the world?

Maybe we ARE Mother Nature…
Without separation…
One with creation.

-Jon Chambers

Decay and Renewal (Poetry)

2011-07-01T11:06:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Vincent Cacciotti

Decay and renewal…
Watching the water flow with life
Collecting dead tree branches
Branches transformed into a damn by the beaver
To sustain their own life that the tree now lacks

Decay and renewal…
Lightning bugs embodying life
Lighting bolts striking it down
Birds chirp for impermanent mates
Reproducing impermanent seeds awaiting their same fate

Decay and renewal…
The stars we shoot for will one day cease to shine
The star that gives us life won’t forever caress the hills of the east in the early dawn
It is the flow of nature…
An eternal decay and renewal

-Jon Chambers

The Painter's Plight (Poetry)

2011-06-27T18:10:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Vincent Van Gogh

Emotions in my heart hide behind words
The voices in my head linger in limbo
Lowering the bars in this prison
Give me a canvas to depict these dark tales
Give me a gun that shoots starts to light up the world

Awaiting the new earth and heaven after the holy war
Diminishing dangerous distinctions
Oneness appears beyond the veil
Awaiting future hopes that the present harbors

I write this prose for angelic con artists
Hoping the world sees the light through your darkness

-Jon Chambers

The Hands of Man (Poetry)

2011-06-26T19:51:00.004-04:00

Artwork by: Evelyn Patrick

The fires of hell...
Sparked by a match made in heaven
Burning bridges to the promised land
Drowning the sheep...

The fires of hell...
Sparked by a muse strumming tunes
The son of the early dawn casting darkness
Molded by the hands of man

The gates of heaven...
Open to the righteous children of Israel
Closed to those disowning the Christ
An incentive unknown to the living

The gates of heaven...
The dwelling place of the almighty
The place where his servants submit
Molded by the hands of man

The hands of man...
Filling in the gaps of what they don't understand

-Jon Chambers

Green Grass (Poetry)

2011-06-22T15:43:00.005-04:00

Artwok by: Lauren Evertt Finn

Bright green grass... Dying with the footsteps
Everything desired deemed demonic with hindsight
Signs glaring back with guidance ignored with ignorance
Everything I see is a reflection of my suppressions
Everything hated is a reflection of my denied self
Everything loved is my acceptance of what I harbor
Everything that's met without judgment is unfiltered
Everything that's observed with the ego is compared

Bright green grass... dying with the footsteps

-Jon Chambers

Tears of Sad Clowns (Poetry)

2011-06-07T23:25:00.003-04:00

Artwork by: Marie-Claire Doucet

Tears of sad clowns flood Wall Street
Their makeup paints an abstract masterpiece
Mother earth becomes sorrow’s salvation
Representing a mask-free moment of emotion
Painting the blood of the cold hearts
The hearts shatter like glass to the tempo of jazz
Painting the pride of the compassionate
The heads lie dormant on a Petri dish

The colors of the portrait mix together turning white
Only comprehensible with knowledge of darkness
The colors imitate the visible spectrum
The patterns imitate the constructed cosmos

Infinite artists on this canvas called life
Creating immeasurable realities
Defeating the imaginary idealism
Accepting the tears of the clown
The tears that drown…
Suffocating the body, rejecting ourselves

-Jon Chambers

Shielded From Self (Poetry)

2011-06-01T12:19:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Salvador Dali

Projected externally... creating unjust blame
Attempting to decipher the cause of the rain
The cause of the pain... suffering in vain
Thanks to repressed regrets and unconscious emotions

Contending with outside forces...
Contained by the invisible wall of the rebel's fortress
Extending the distance from the head to the heart

At war with energies divided by perception
Self-rejection... disguised as protection

-Jon Chambers

Sages of the Sea (Poetry)

2011-05-26T10:43:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Paul Tokarski

Soliciting the sages of the sea
Poseidon's infinite disciples
Immersed in the acceptance unseen by politicians
Submerged in the moment exclusive to the youth
Balanced with internal darkness ignored by the priest
Balanced with internal light forgotten by the fearful

Murderers... Drowning the corpses of the veils
All seven are greeted by the floors of the ocean
Fear, anger, and greed...
Accompanied by laziness and desire
Topped with the mask of pride and conditional love
The veils overused by the manipulative ego

The sages of the sea... grounded in the seasons
Offering insight to loud minds and fearful hearts
Simplifying the stressors architected by the brain
Basking in the sun... and flowing with the rain

-Jon Chambers

Muted Devils (Poetry)

2011-05-22T22:20:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Henry Fuseli

Love for the light... despise for the darkness
Love for the compassionate... hate for the heartless
Crick in your neck from the abnormal one-sided views
Staring for infinite time at an angelic face
Selective vision... suppressed satanic prisons
Shooting Cupid's arrows with misdirected precision
Dionysus is left to flourish undetected
Like a cancerous cell internally mass murdering

Muted devils but the frequencies remain
Awakening the Lucifer depleted by the brain
Lingering in lustful Hedonism
Unaddressed and ignored by the virgin priest
Turtles while their shells lay blankets on their bones
Clipping off their wings turning human to stone
Staring for infinite time at an angelic face
While the muted devils stab and vanish without a trace

-Jon Chambers

Imaginary Identities (Poetry)

2011-05-15T21:33:00.005-04:00

Artwork by: Mario Zampedroni

False realities created
Sacred realities of hatred
Blended with the love of the addict
Dependent to please illusory habits
Depicting distinctions dependently pleasing non-existent pleasure
Making it equivalent to pain... sun equivalent to rain...
The rain that creates roses equivalent to guns
Shooting bullets killing strangers equivalent to sons
Equivalent to none...
Zero is the solution to invisible sums
Sums of evil and good... crazy and sane
Educated and ignorant... heartless and humane
Dualistic potentials awaiting situations
Whether liberation, domination, or damnation
Provoked by temptation, starvation, and fixations
Infinite figments of imagination

-Jon Chambers

Maya (Poetry)

2011-05-11T22:49:00.000-04:00

Artwork by: Agnieszka Mizia

Time and the ego are related
Sister and brother birthed from the virgin named Illusion
Incest resulted in a son named confusion
Together they inherit the throne…
Making laws that only benefit their family
Labeling rebels who ignore them with insanity
Laying the rebels in the rubble until they’re smothered
Then covering them in ashes from their cremated mother
The mortal named Illusion,
Who birthed the brother and sister
Who are now mother, father, aunt, and uncle to confusion
But after she passed away… her offspring soon followed
Welcoming back the almighty Apollo

-Jon Chambers

Embrace (Poetry)

2011-05-08T22:05:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Gretchen Grunt

This seesaw of life is weighed down with closed boxes
Yin with no yang... these are verses full of vices
Imbalanced chemicals creating lines at the asylum
Ironically they also breed full cathedrals
The addict snorts away the thin lines that divide us
And offer scapegoats the stone-throwers can hit
Sympathy silenced when their lines lead to caskets
While the tearless search for a street called straight in Damascus

This seesaw of life is weighed down with a gavel
Covering skeleton bones hiding in the gravel
Bones that are growing into cannibals
Eating you alive in a jealous rage
A savage created by a false sanity
Yang with no yin... these are verses full of vices
The sane is a gracious moon... a heartless sun
Embracing his light and his darkness as one

-Jon Chambers

Horses with Blinders (Poetry)

2011-04-30T17:16:00.005-04:00

Artwork by: John Brack

Horses with our blinders on...

Dr Experience grimaces with no students
Love is confined to designs architected by self
Hate is subconsciously breeding envy in your minds mansion
Crazed by a capsule addiction and demonic diction
Divided by conquerors and their poisoned prescriptions
These oxymorons put us in submission
Proper politician… Christ-like Christian

Horses with our blinders on…
Experience is a salesman with a pink slip
Creativity is lost in the left brain’s numbers
Conformity is slowly breeding detrimental groupthink

Until the day we break these psychological chains,
We’ll just be horses with our binders on…
Living in vain

-Jon Chambers

Spiritual Slaughter (Poetry)

2011-04-25T18:53:00.005-04:00

Artwork by: Ryan Demaree

Behind the mask of misdirection and culture
The loving soul is turned wicked by the vultures
The soul of serenity subdued by satans
Dwellers of this hazardous hell... harboring hatred
Unaligned with the source we collide with a corpse
Spiritually deceased, we let his egotism preach
We let the mouths of dead men infiltrate our own speech
Until we too lay deceased...

-Jon Chambers

Morality (Poetry)

2011-04-22T22:39:00.003-04:00

Artwork by: Rembrandt

Maybe morality was created to disarm the master
The master of external exploitation to empower
Darwin’s minions praising the fourteenth King Louis
Personifying the psyche of Health Ledger’s last role

Maybe morality was created to arm the slave
The hopeless and oppressed… desiring their grave
God’s creators praising fables of moral truth
Personifying the psyche of the subjugated Egyptians
Creating laws from the fiction… deceptive diction
Misdirected visions… religion…

Power… survival… the undeniable motivations
The masters get their power by constructing corporations
While the meek get their power through immoral accusations
Making declarations to promote it to the congregation

Maybe morality itself is immoral
Voices of the gods given breath by the mortals

-Jon Chambers

Chemical Imbalance (Poetry)

2011-04-20T23:03:00.003-04:00

Artwork by: David Normal

Sanity silenced… if it ever even spoke
It’s hard to speak when rope strangles my throat
Hanging, letting suffocation sacrifice my spirit
Premeditated pain to permanently paralyze
Closing these constantly corrupted pair of eyes
Deafening ears prone to deception and misdirection
Shutting this mouth that emulates authority
Digesting their will to power diminishing what is orderly
Master-moral code capsizing enslaved sheep
Nihilism, denied visions… while evading the meek
Constraining the weak… prosperous positions
Constructing competition to entertain the sheep
God is dead… not the true divine presence
But the invented superstition made in man’s image
Created to head this patriarchal pandemic
That comes alive in the lies wearing ties in the senate
Ancient math leads to the demise of the limit
Cracked atoms in the blackness to collide with the finish
Sanity silenced… now my mind speaks fluent
The free thought and potential that’s denied to the student

-Jon Chambers

A Molester's Moleskine (Poetry)

2011-04-09T17:24:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Felice Ficherelli

Father dead… absent patriarchal presence
Isolation… seclusion… now I’m forced into depression
Domesticated devils dismember my direction
And in drive the demons… now I’m forced into possession
The church calls me sinner… but I refuse to be “delivered”
Now this lavish of liquor always lingers in my liver
Psychedelic Sudafed… I see black holes of life
I’m doing disappearing acts with these white lines of death
Denied sex… so I put my victims in sedation
Hell on earth is the reality depicted in my basement
Abrasive… come dance in the devil’s corridors
Await the fate of the decapitated whore

-Jon Chambers

Spiritual Evolution (Poetry)

2011-03-28T21:49:00.002-04:00

photo from: http://truthspeaker.wordpress.com

Prophecy predictions… preposterous propositions
Righteous revelations recognized in the religions
A big bang reversed… the demise of the collision
Or spiritual awakening that’s blinded by tradition
Tradition… that led to reformation demonstrations
Diminishing materials so the spirit could awaken
Creation… science… authoritative defiance
Violence… conflicting ideologies to blind us
Force-fed fiction… devil disguised diction
Friction… corrupt soothsayer superstition
Until spiritual evolutions, there’s no need for revolutions
Prestigious persecution replaced by poor pollution

-Jon Chambers

The Unlikely Future (Poetry)

2011-03-21T19:31:00.001-04:00

Artwork by: Prakash Sree S N

Collective consciousness... eradicated egos
Humanitarian habitants... lasting love lingers
Greed is at the graveyard... covered in blood
Murdered by empathy and smothered with love

-Jon Chambers

Beautiful Backbones (Poetry)

2011-03-17T09:07:00.003-04:00

photo from: http://stomachlinernotes.blogspot.com/

Beautiful backbones, destroyed and dismantled
Put into submission to silence the sheep
Quiet the meek... let their voice-boxes shatter...
Like the opposite of the box that holds their minds hostage
The rectangular frame used to program their brains
Lucrative lies of love so the romance remains
Deceptive kisses turn tongues to bullets
Exiting cold hard lips of misused knowledge
The blood spills out...
The love spills out...
Misdirection and propaganda cover the wounds
From mothers' wombs to lovers' tombs
Making life a widow...
But that female dog will soon find another groom

-Jon Chambers

Survive (Poetry)

2011-03-15T09:31:00.002-04:00

Artwork by: Sarabeth Dunton

Basking in the glory of this complex creation
Yet we're complacent... stagnant in the scenery
Cutting down the greenery... to construct paper for me to scribe this
Watching businesses exploit egos and denied gifts

Perplexed personas... hypocritical judgments
Egotism rains on an ice cold brain
Skating in circles on a frozen terrain
Any second the thin ice will submerge us
We'll be floating in a cold stream with the excess waste
Corporation corpses signal elitisms demise
The masquerades decay... the eulogy of the disguise
Drowning in the tears that the rebel cries

Let the tsunami waves hide the graves
And crucify the religions that designed the slaves
Then we can awaken to the potentials we're denied
Actually avoid the revelations and survive

-Jon Chambers

Chames - Self-Actualization [EP] (Music)

2011-03-12T10:39:00.002-05:00

This EP is a brief display of Chames (gotta love 3rd person) lyrically spreading knowledge and pressing for evolution, elevation, and enlightenment. This EP is also the debut for an up and coming producer who goes by the name of Delohim, and produced the entire EP. In addition, the artwork for the project was done by Corina Chirila. More of her artwork can be viewed at http://corinazone.blogspot.com

Chames - Self-Actualization

1. The Prelude
2. Civilize the Savage
3. Reflection
4. Elevation (feat. Nick VA)
5. Secret Societies
6. Righteous
7. Love Will Grow

Download Links
http://www.sendspace.com/file/brjiry
http://www.zshare.net/download/87682548f2f48627/

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Sinister Suits (Poetry)

2011-03-11T22:41:00.002-05:00

Artwork by: Charles Hopkinson

Vulchers in lamb’s wool speaking foreign tongue
Jargon that resembles hieroglyphics to the common man
Powerful maneuvers masqueraded with a smile
Murderous minds masqueraded by the naïve hair groomer
Staring at one another’s ties, praying for their demise
Wishing to take the tie and suffocate the savage until he’s silenced
Turn it into a noose and let his shined shoes dangle
Then decapitate his demonic mind and send it to a cannibal

These are the hidden memoirs of a sinner in a suit
Heart cold as the winter, eating dinner with his youth
And when his seed is of the age to wear a suit of his own
He plans to gives his family closet more skeleton bones

-Jon Chambers

Heterodoxy (Poetry)

2011-03-01T12:52:00.004-05:00

Artwork by: Lucas Cranach

Conformists to my culture may view me as a rebel
Religious advocates may view me as a devil
The politicians say I lack love for the nation
But I'm a slave studying ways of 18th century Haitians
Minds designed Satan making minds complacent
Let minds defy hatred and align constellations
I bet it coincides with divine elevation
And cracks seals scribed in the lines of Revelations

Liberated options led to the despising of the doctrines
Self-interpretation and dividing was adopted
The greatest minds succeeded in making history re-write
While lesser minds feared and conspired against the Christ
In orthodox circles what we preach is a pollution
Passing for a prophet will result in persecution
What you call heresy is often the solution
So think before you try to crucify the revolution

-Jon Chambers

Lady Liberty (Poetry)

2011-02-21T01:38:00.002-05:00

photo from: http://believeallthings.com

She’s frozen in time… peers with still eyes
Facing the land of promise… watching its demise
Enslaving under freedoms name… resembling a steeple
Closed books… closed minds... dismembering its people
She’s never been faithful… she’ll forever be a harlot
She stood still and watched... as New York turned scarlet
It’s evident she had knowledge of the planes
A grand scheme to ensure the black gold was obtained
She doesn’t wish to see us educated and humane
She’d rather see us high on cocaine…
Drunk off champagne… poisoning our brain
While her Uncle Sam uses you to prolong her reign
Heartless… she never sheds tears into the stream
She’s a swindler standing on the Hudson selling dreams
Her heart's cold... and her flesh is made of stone
Peering with still eyes at the place we call home

-Jon Chambers

Dr. Demon (Poetry)

2011-02-20T12:20:00.002-05:00

photo from: http://psychologytoday.com

Prescribing poison for profit... commercialized drugs
Televised villains... commercialized thugs
Paying off doctors... devils with degrees
Speaking false tongue towards diminishing disease
Prescribing pills for the ills... sickening side-affects
On the road to well-being you collide with death
Stalin with a stethoscope... a civilized savage
Madness...

-Jon Chambers

Maybe I Lied (Poetry)

2011-02-16T18:34:00.002-05:00

Artwork by: Oswaldo Guayasamin

Sign my petition… I’m a qualified leader
Just give me thirty seconds and I’ll make you a believer
The people motivate me… I wish to be their voice
I am the people… I’m the people’s only choice
I represent revolution… the end of the elite
There will be no more pedestals… or kneeling at their feet
We must rise up… we must take a stand
Let me be the poster child for the change you demand

You made the right decision… now I reign supreme
No other army will conquer my regime
But the people are rebelling… and I pay them no mind
I tell them I was destined… the will of the divine
But maybe it was never my true will to serve them

Maybe I wished an ocean of deception would submerge them
I’ve turned into the system that I promised to devour
Maybe I lied to the people… so they’d give me power

-Jon Chambers

Chames - The Hebrew (Music)

2011-02-11T19:24:00.001-05:00

Schoolyard Murder (Poetry)

2011-02-02T14:17:00.002-05:00

photo from: http://dieselcrew.com/

Quick to assign problems... but skim past the message
Quick to teach self-interest... but skim past the ethics
Quick to tell us our history... but skim past the truth
The original man came from Africa... they skim past the roots
European explorations... but they skim past the rape
The slavery and murders while they smiled in their face
Thanksgiving? I don't wish to celebrate deception
Falling victim to a hoax used for misdirection
Conformity and greed... disguised as education
This is a corporate run land that's disguised as a nation

School gives you a good job...
If you pay the cost to get through it
Then you become a slave...
Just like that professor who 'taught' you how to do it

Ever since K-5… our freethinking was lost
They took the wood from our pencils and made it into a cross
They told us we need money... never-mind a hobby
They took the chalk from the chalk board... and sketched our bodies

-Jon Chambers

A Selfish Paradise (Poetry)

2011-01-22T20:18:00.002-05:00

photo from: http://artcreationsunlimited.com/blog

He refuses to covet his neighbor’s possessions
Caring and giving has become his obsession
He appears to be headed in the right direction
He just wants to make it to paradise…

He won't be belittled by Satan's wrath
He won't be corrupted by the powers of cash
He appears to be traveling along the right path
He just wants to make it to paradise…

A paradise... full of self-interest and greed
A paradise of golden roads for the ones who deceive
A paradise... full of wrongdoers who chose to "repent"
A paradise... full of bad karma from corrupt intent

A selfish paradise is hard to sell...
So it’s sold with fear... 'We need to escape hell'
The paradise they preach isn't paradise to me
Just self-consumption… hidden behind religious beliefs

-Jon Chambers

A Sea of Contrast (Poetry)

2011-01-19T13:14:00.002-05:00

Artwork by: Chris Magbunos

Differing opinions don't have to conflict
Similar waves topple dissimilar fish
Similar waves misguiding dissimilar ships
Similar stars... for everybody's dissimilar wish
Culture and ideals... blinded by the bias
Clinging to traditions giving reason to divide us
Philosophy and religion... nobody agrees
So everybody conforms to what nobody believes
Give a conflicting opinion... and they wanna debate you
Building relationships you can't even relate to
Open minds seem to appease the soul
Living in this sea of contrast is our solitary goal
Imagine if the whole world was the same
Same race... same religion... even the same names
There'd be no reason to live... nothing to attain
We'd be living in vain

-Jon Chambers

We Are All Slaves (Poetry)

2011-01-15T23:48:00.002-05:00

Artwork by: Vincent Van Gogh

We are all slaves… none of us are free
We must all answer to our master’s decree
Nobody is immune to gravity’s whip
Everybody submits…

Slaves to oppression… slaves to the system
Slaves to education… slaves to religion
Slaves to corporations… slaves to the vultures
Slaves to conditioning… slaves to your culture
Slaves to our country… slaves to the glory
Slaves to distorted history… slaves to the stories
Slaves to power… slaves to greed
Slaves to money… not wishing to be freed

He who feels free… not among the masses…
Will surely be among the caskets
The one who falsely believes they are free…
Are the ones enslaved to the highest degree.

-Jon Chambers

Anti (Poetry)

2011-01-09T17:02:00.002-05:00

Artwork by: John Black Henderson

Reflections of hatred… dreams of revenge
Aspirations of love that he couldn’t comprehend
Thoughts of vengeance… dreams of retribution
War is far from peace…
But it seems to be the only solution

He was anti fear… anti war
Anti ignorance… anti folklore
Anti jealousy… anti oppression
Anti hate… anti aggression

Anti… anti…
Anti direction…

So he attracted more of what he hated
Less love, more Satan
Screaming anti… anti…
Just made him create it

If you fight what you hate,
It’ll be sure to find you
If you embrace what you love,
Through love it will define you.

-Jon Chambers

The End is Here (Poetry)

2011-01-02T13:49:00.001-05:00

Artwork by: Justin Perkins

When the ball dropped… so did the tears
Fleeting moments turned into years
The blood from the martyr turned ambition to fear
The end was near…

Mannequins in mansions… dressed in disguise
Conformist clowns with big noses… deep rooted in their lies
Prominent pastors… just not for free
Silent singers… thinking off key
The end is here…

Free thinking fighters… their lives on the line
A curious congregation… reaching for the divine
Compassionate “criminals”… ignoring petty rules
Seeking authentic education… ignoring petty schools
A revolution is near

Profit propaganda… silencing our voice
Demonic democracy… murdering our choice
Cowardly kings… raising their sword
Brainwashed infantry… prepared for war

The revolution that was near…
Nobody will hear…

The end is here…

-Jon Chambers

Commercialized Chirst (Poetry)

2010-12-25T11:58:00.002-05:00

Photo from: http://www.catholicfaithstore.com

Born of a virgin... son of Saint Nick
Wrapped in green and red... Joseph’s coat of many colors
When it rained deer, green trees would sprout
Money trees with bloody leaves
Set ablaze with multiple flames

Born on the North Pole… greeted by three elves
They gave gifts of cookies, milk, and a red suit
They carried him through town on a one horse open sleigh
His birth would coincide with the solstice

This was scribed with creative hands
Just like the Holy word... scribed by man
On an unmarked day... these things were written
A commercialized Christ... for commercialized Christians

-Jon Chambers

Stunted Potential (Poetry)

2010-12-11T11:00:00.003-05:00

Artwork by: Isabelle Arsenault

Every day we get further from our youth
And every day we get further from the truth
Creative minds, silenced by ill-advised science
Creative hands, threatened by a list of demands
We strip them of their paintbrush… take away their tools
We strip them of experience… place them in a school
Another victim of conformity… another educated fool
Another free thinker… falling victim to the rules
Another great artist… told not to create
Another seeker of love… programmed to hate
Your parents are programmed… so nobody can warn you
That the schools don’t educate… they just conform you
The mind is turned off… questions unanswered
Televisions turned on… visual cancer
Another robot… to be appointed king
So he can pass the tradition off to his offspring

-Jon Chambers

Follow the Leader (Article)

2010-12-09T17:15:00.005-05:00

For years on end, we as a human race have sought out people to lead us and guide us through troubling times. Even in nature, when you observe a large number of animals traveling together, there is usually a solitary being among them that is leading this anonymous mass. We often times are overly eager to be led. Granted, this can be a good thing if you are being led by historical accounts, or even being led by the wisdom of the elderly. The problem arises when we put all of our trust into either historical accounts or another individual’s wisdom. In turn, we often prohibit our mind from free thinking and intellectual growth, and succumb to the evils of conformity. Conforming to a group in the name of a cause or for the sake of a more beneficiary lifestyle should theoretically not ever be considered as something ill-advised. Unfortunately, there are many ways that manipulation, deception, and classic misinterpretations can be fatal. In order to fully evolve the consciousness of the human race, we must learn to be able to tune into the leader that is implanted within all of us.

Joining the Cause

There are many organizations around the world that promote well-being, humanitarian efforts, and positive personal growth. Let me begin by stating that I am in no way, shape, or form attempting to write off these organizations as irrelevant or extraneous. The simple goal of this account is to refrain from letting these organizations and institutions limit our involvement in this cause we wish to support. It is very easy to become a part of a cause, and fall into a state of complacency and conventional practices that become all but counterproductive to your cause. Self-examination and introspective reflection is also imperative when you are joining the cause. You must be able to honestly and sincerely assess your moral standpoint as well as your motives. Many people will join a cause, not necessarily for the benefit of the organization itself, but more so for personal public perception. (This happens often times with celebrities.) Apart from public perception, there is also often a tendency to unproductively convince yourself that you are making an effort to send humanity in a positive direction. In both cases, the motives are misdirected, counterproductive, and self-defeating.

Too often in our society we become too preoccupied with attempting to locate an individual to lead a critical mass into a future of global awakening. Instead of becoming part of a cause, you should BE the cause. We all need to tune into the leader within ourselves, instead of looking for a leader or cause to follow. Attending the occasional rally or meeting does not change anything but your own psyche, and causes you to become more complacent. It's very similar to America when Obama was elected. The American people were on the verge of a revolution, until a president was elected that was soliciting "change." All of a sudden, America became less rebellious, their cries for social reform were almost non-existent, and their energy that was previously geared towards getting their candidate of "change" elected, was now re-directed toward more frivolous and stationary activity. This isn’t to say that we should not have elected Obama, but it is imperative that we don’t limit our cause to effortless and ignorant support of a leader or group.

Religion

Religion has been around ever since man has tried to make sense of life on this physical plane and attempted to decipher the afterlife. Many religions were founded by one individual, whom in turn was idolized and worshiped. The Buddha, Jesus Christ, and Mohammad all obtained followings that lasted well beyond their lifetime. While religions are often used to promote moral behavior, it is still essential to guarantee that blind uneducated followings are avoided. It would be almost futile to follow a religion based on hereditary and cultural expectations, which is normally the case. These religious figures that we follow are unique in the sense that they found their own truths through meditations, revelations, and personal conquests, in the midst of backlash and blasphemous accusations. These religious figures were seekers of truth, who looked deep within themselves and towards the heavens in order to unveil a deeper connection with divinity and the human potential. Excluding Jesus, these figures did not actually wish to be followed, but they rather hoped that their teachings would be able to help people become more spiritually connected, in a way that would transcend the conformist thoughts of their time periods.

Today we have numerous political… I mean religious institutions. These institutions are often headed by a leader. In the Baptist Church, this leader is called a pastor. There is no real direct problem with having a religious institution being headed by an individual; since after all without leadership, any type of establishment is prone to failure. The problem lies in the receivers of the Holy Scriptures. I touched on this a tad bit in an article I wrote last year entitled “The Pedestal Illusion.” We often times place these interpreters of God’s word on a high pedestal, erasing any room for error in their teachings. This written document is not to persuade anybody toward or away from a particular religion, nor is it written to denounce traditional religious practices in their entirety. The underlying theme is that we once again must be able to tune into the leader within ourselves, instead of simply becoming slaves to a particular ideology. Albert Einstein once famously advised us to “never stop asking questions.” We must keep this in mind when pursuing religion. Whether it’s questioning the motives of a religious leader, or questioning the authenticity of religious documents, we can never stop asking questions. When we stop asking questions, we willingly close our mind and submit to another individual’s truths, as well as his/her propaganda. When we stop asking questions, we become a robotic society stuck in a primitive way of thinking, analyzing, and problem solving. When we stop asking questions, we kill the leader within ourselves, and begin to let ourselves be led. For all we know, we could be being led directly into the gates of Hell.

Hitler: The Consequence

Everybody is familiar with the Holocaust, but what most people are not familiar with is the story that lies behind one of the most horrific demonstrations in human history. The way Adolf Hitler created such a following was through a very intricate process of classic deception. Obviously, Hitler would not have been able to carry out all of his narcissistic objectives on his own. He needed to convince people that the direction which he desired to take was not only beneficiary to the public, but was also the ideal and irrefutable option. He began by preaching the need for change and social reform. (See my article “Blind Loyalty”) Many people don’t realize that Hitler and the Nazi regime came to power in Germany through the traditional democratic system, which means he was selected by the people. This was in great thanks to their perfect execution of political propaganda. One of the factors that contributed to this support was the fact that Hitler was dealing with a susceptible and vulnerable people, thanks to the Great Depression. The people of Germany wanted somebody that could lead them through and out of the economic crisis at hand, and the likeable persuasive Adolf Hitler appeared to be the right candidate for the job.

The undertone of the German citizens was much like that of the American people around this same time. The American people looked to Roosevelt to bring them out of the biggest financial crisis, just as the German people looked to Hitler. It is all in great innocence and purity that the German people supported Hitler in his efforts. Because of the support, Hitler was able to persuade predisposed young people towards the idea of seeking a sense of pride in national service. In addition to this sense of pride was fear. German people had feared that Soviet communists would take over their nation, which is what led to everybody’s support for Hitler’s increase on military spending. This fear was easily instilled, because on February 27, 1933 German terrorists fire-bombed the German parliament building. This act of terrorism led Hitler to convince the parliament to give him temporary emergency powers in order to fight this threat of terrorism. This lead to the Enabling Act, which suspended the civil liberties of the German people temporarily until this terrorism threat had been diminished. The fear ridden Germans were very supportive.

Anti-Semitism was not specific to the Nazis; but was rather an undertone in many places around the world throughout this time. The Nazi regime had even offered to let the Jews go free from Germany, but American immigration laws sent the Jews back to Germany where they would be tortured. By the time the Holocaust came around, most German citizens were oblivious to what was taking place within these concentration camps. Ignorance led these citizens to turn the other way, and put ultimate trust in their government. Hitler already had power as a leader, which at this point, was not going to be threatened. Just as is true with our own government, much of the government’s actions are not disclosed to the public, and justified with the rhetoric of promoting national security. Remember that this was during a time of war, so governmental secrecy is usually respected.

Another thing you probably aren’t aware of is a group of people called the White Rose. The White Rose consisted of college students and one college professor, who made it their duty to spread anti-government pamphlets to the masses that were oblivious to the detrimental effect that Hitler’s reign would have on an immense population. During the war, this group tried to steer their people away from this blind allegiance to the government and towards a collective search of knowledge that would lead their people away from the notion of governmental support. These people refused to be followers. It is often said that ignorance is bliss. During the war, the ignorance of the general population led to a clear conscious. We cannot let unawareness lead us to a clear conscious, and lead us to the support of something that our consciously, intelligent, aware minds would not condone. Evolving humanity is more than just blindly joining a cause. Evolving humanity is more than submitting yourselves to religious traditions because of heredity or a sense of guilt. Attempting to evolve humanity in this way is very counterproductive, and will ultimately lead to complacency and destruction. We live in the land of the blind, willingly playing a game of follow the leader. If we open our minds and our hearts, we can continually play a game of follow the leader; but instead of searching for an external leader, we should tune into the leader within ourselves. At the core, we are all leaders who have sacrificed our roles in return for a temporary bliss and an idle mind. Follow your heart… follow your destiny… follow your intuition… follow the leader.

-Jon Chambers

Memoirs of a King (Poetry)

2010-12-04T22:56:00.003-05:00

Artwork by: Jean-Michel Basquiat

I used to envy the people they praise
From envy… to spite
From spite to rage

I wanted them to love me
I wanted their love to run deeper… and deeper
And it did…
But only before they cut me… deeper… and deeper

I wanted them to kiss me
I wanted them to kiss me long in the morning and the night
And they did…
Only before their guns gave me a long kiss goodnight

I got what I wanted
They praised me as I wished
And I thought it would end with happiness and bliss

The throne was much different… from what I once thought
A lot of kings lose their head
And as for the rest…
Their head gets cut off.

-Jon Chambers

A Love Story (Poetry)

2010-12-03T17:24:00.000-05:00

photo from: http://meloni.qwriting.org

I've loved her... ever since adolescence
She's always been with me... her name is PRESENT
She's always so faithful... but I'm never satisfied
The looks of her friend always catch my eye
Her friends name is FUTURE... but she never seems to receive me
I can never even touch her... all she does is tease me
The longer I stare... her appearance declines
Maybe it’s because I left PRESENT behind
Sometimes my ex girlfriend tries to resurface
Her name is PAST... she blinds me of my purpose
Me and her are really close... she's far from a stranger
But she has faults... and she won't let me change her
When it comes to PAST... I've lost all respect
Ever since she wanted us to ménage with DEATH
So I decided to marry PRESENT... and make her my wife
After we made love... we gave birth to LIFE

-Jon Chambers

Running (Poetry)

2010-11-20T00:19:00.000-05:00

photo from: http://completerunning.com

Divided by illusions… I’m forced into seclusion
I wish they understood that we live in a delusion
Maybe I wish they understand… mad at my own ignorance
Mad at my self-omitting conclusion
I sit dormant in my cave… pleading for evolution
I sit stagnant on destruction… pleading for a solution
I know the answers to every question they can ask
I know the pedestal’s an illusion… but in its glory I bask
I tried to escape the corruption… escape the lies
So I departed to the lake… to pray to the skies
I tried to evade the conformists… avoid tradition
So I departed to the lake… to pursue something different
I wanted to pursue something true… something sacred
So I stripped my garments… and proceeded on naked
I left behind the profit… the evil self motives
I left the mechanized cycle… to which I was devoted
But when I looked in the lake… all I could do was run
Because the reflection in the lake… was what I had been running from

-Jon Chambers

Closer to the Earth (Poetry)

2010-11-14T14:19:00.000-05:00

photo from: http://vincesear.com

These five senses define me
These materials blind me
Temptation is a force I'm not ready to fight.

My personality solicits a selfish life,
My soul only awakens in the night.

Karma says that today's ego,
May introduce you to tomorrow’s regrets.
And that today's selfish choice,
May provoke tomorrows neglect.

Our garden of life is Eden,
Authentic power is in the soul.
Our temptation is the snake,
Authentic power is our goal.

Seeking external power is an unspoken vice,
Soliciting our soul for an illusory price.
Closer to my spirit I am guided by the light,
Closer to the earth... That serpent might bite.

-Jon Chambers

Chairs in A Minor (Poetry)

2010-11-09T15:44:00.000-05:00

photo from: http://lifetheuniverseandcombom.blogspot.com

The music plays…
To accompany my heart beat
Faster and faster…
Soliciting God for a seat

I think they told me fables,
When they told me I was blessed
If only God would turn the tables,
At this table of success
My inner child runs rampant,
He’s so hard to suppress…
So hard to correct…
But so easy to neglect

No mask on the surface,
No eloquent dress
So he has no purpose…
No seat at the table left.

-Jon Chambers

For Years to Come (Poetry)

2010-10-29T09:45:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://ritadiamonds.blogspot.com

Fixated on this broken pedestal,
The faces blindly follow.
Corrupted with the power,
My heart beating so hollow.

They mistake my falsehoods for truth
They mistake my masquerade for compassion
They mistake my deception for perfection
They mistake my materials for progression

I am the law...
I am the truth...
I am the lie that corrupts the youth...

In my hands I can create...
In my hands I can devour...
No one man should have all of that power

They've created nations on my lies...
Continued the tradition even after my demise...
Intellectual thought is greeted with a gun...
Blinding the truth... for years to come.

-Jon Chambers

Questions (Poetry)

2010-10-24T15:28:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://carinfausett.com

They always say this too shall pass,
But what if it doesn't pass before I do?
They say that if you love it let it go,
But what if she doesn't come back in time to say "I do"?
I asked for the lust... I asked for the profit
I asked for the world... and I actually got it
Sometimes what you wish for initiates your demise,
But what if the grass is really greener on the other side
They say you can do anything when you put your mind to it
But without your heart... isn't your mind useless?
They say somebody in the world has it worse than you,
But what if you're that somebody they always refer to?
They say there's nothing new under the sun,
But if everything came, then there's nothing to become
They say when one door closes, another opens
You shouldn't give one door all or your devotion
But what if the open door leads me to Hell’s gates?
How do I balance wishful thinking with my fate?
Maybe me and destiny just aren't destined to be
Maybe my own agenda blinds me from what I'm destined to see
If He told me in advance where that path would lead
I might have got off it... thinking it's not the path for me
But since God's the one who decided to create me
I'm willing to go wherever God desires to take me
Why would I even ask... there's only one direction
Maybe my hidden agenda should have been my only question

-Jon Chambers

Troubled Waters (Poetry)

2010-10-12T15:10:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://commons.wikimedia.org

Cold world… dark clouds in the forecast
The downpours create troubled waters in the street
One troubled drop can turn virgin seas red...
And introduce Mary to the belly of the beast
In her belly is a beast…
Three triplets named six intertwined at the feet
Stepping stones to that pedestal the blind seek

She thought Immaculate Conception…
But it was just a seed from the apple that Eve digested
The karma of her past manifesting in the present
Now a demon in disguise is manifesting in deception

Cold world… dark clouds in the forecast
The downpours create troubled waters in the street
Troubled waters in the oceans
Troubled waters in the seas
Troubled waters in my house…
Slowly rising to my knees

When it rains it pours,
But we’re the ones to blame...
For not confronting the troubled waters,
The last time it rained

The waters don’t disappear,
They rise to the skies...
Creating more dark clouds,
Our self-induced demise

-Jon Chambers

The Rhythm (Poetry)

2010-09-22T15:57:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://shirt.woot.com

Book after book… page after page…
Act after act… stage after stage…
Calling it freedom… still trapped in a cage…
Was I finding myself… or was I fooling myself?

Teachers wanna teach me… but their words don’t reach me
Preachers wanna tell me what I’m doing is wrong…
The givers of the knowledge are attorneys in disguise…
So if I don’t be the judge… I’ll be greeting my demise

There seems to be fewer giants…
Their shadows so crowded…
Their shoulders so heavy…

The doctrine that is taught couldn’t be more sound
But a doctrine is just words… verbs and nouns
If you follow every word that is written in a text…
You’ll never know success
He’ll remain a distant relative… causing you distress
Disguised as an angel, seeking pleasures of the flesh
I thought I had a date with destiny…
But it was a demon in a dress

From now on I think I’ll follow my own wisdom
Bud how do you make that decision?
How do you decipher between a veil and a vision?
When you hear your own drum… just dance to the rhythm

-Jon Chambers

Beautiful (Poetry)

2010-09-13T23:25:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://fineartamerica.com

Through the eyes of the divine… every face is perfection
But we alter God’s trace… just to chase a perception
So we model after the models… the look that’s accepted
Made in God’s image… but that look is rejected
But I don’t think a child sees through those same eyes
With an urge to conform to that same disguise
But when they’re individuals… they’re cast away like lepers
So they begin to conform to that same design
They begin to hold back their emotions… so timid… out of fear
Thinking what’s beautiful to them… isn’t beautiful to their peers
Over their shoulder they peer… their opinion is diminished
Love is left out… because love is blind to an image
An image of “beautiful” is imbedded in our minds
An image that needs to be left behind
Once we see beauty from divine optics
We’ll see beauty in everything the divine hands made
And those beautiful eyes… from which the divine watches…
Sees hatred on His creations… and He feels betrayed
Beauty isn’t measured by the size of one’s lips…
The curves of one’s hips… or the color of their hair
We’re not searching for beauty… we’re searching for an image
Because beauty was always there…
We’re just too consumed with an image of perfection to admit it
Or to even realize it’s there…
But honestly… I don’t think we even care

-Jon Chambers

Deerly Departed (Poetry)

2010-09-08T17:02:00.001-04:00

photo from: http://sumsolutions.com

They say home is where the heart is
I disagree… I just think it’s where the start is
The foundation for future situations
But without motivation… we remain complacent
Imprissoned by figments of the reality we know
Cautious decisions… no reality can grow
Blind to the world… no reality can show
So we decide to confrom… the only reality we know
We roam like deer… in our safe habitat of life
Until somebody intrudes… armed with a knife
Who wants to strip our freedom… compromise our beliefs
He stole our liberty… the Hudson River theif
Trapped between four walls… undoubtetly the worst fate
But between four walls… is where we were in the first place
Confining oursleves to wherever we feel safe
Confined to a death sentence… we were never awake
So don’t depart like the deer... who never tries to create
And only goes off to explore… when he’s trying to escape
When you spend your whole life in a comfort zone…
You give wisdom a back seat… and ignorance takes the throne

-Jon Chambers

We Walk In Darkness (Poetry)

2010-09-07T22:12:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://scorpiocupoftea.blogspot.com/

We are like the owls, which howl in the night
You see the sun shines bright…
But only if you’re awake to see it.

And that same sun that can lighten your pathway…
Will blind you…
If you spend your time basking in the creator…
As opposed to his creation.

When your eyes are shut…
And your movement is idle…
The unseen light turns to fiery flames…
That cremate the soul.

Those same paths , that were lit in the day…
Are a mystery in the night…
But we don’t lose sight…
We just create illusions to believe in.

Create things that aren’t there…
In fear of the unknown…
But is the fear external or internal?
Is it me?
Or the environment in which I was placed?
Was it fate?
Was it love?
Was it hate?

You can’t see the truth…
When your eyes are shut…
And anything they say about the truth is biased.
Not really a lie…
But a light that’s been blinded by the blinds of an ego.

So what’s left is a cycle of deception…
And a cycle that needs our own judgment for the right direction…
And needs search for the reality…

Not just the perception.

-Jon Chambers

Potential (Poetry)

2010-08-18T18:45:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://donutchocula.blogspot.com

Society is blinding… to the ways of the mind
The untapped potential behind the blinds
The five blinds... that we call the ultimate truth
Where authority would discourage the curious youth
In a world where war is the answer… and religion divides
Their questions unanswered… their dreams denied
Creativity is shunned… so they’re given a disguise
Never will their body and their spirit align
Brought up to conform… brought up under a veil
Brought up to masquerade… brought up to fail
So instead of awakening to our divine light
We simply blend in… like chameleons in the night
Surrounded by pitch black… holding a pitchfork
Murdering our minds… showing no remorse

-Jon Chambers

Dear Ego (Poetry)

2010-08-13T22:32:00.001-04:00

photo from: http://ao-art.com/

Up until now... I was bewildered in confusion
Separating our connection, but we are all the same
Dear ego... you are simply an illusion
An illusion that it seems we cannot contain

Hatred... envy... no sympathy is shown
Just greed... lust... ignorance in sown
Power is misused... obtained for control
Materials are abused... silencing the soul

War has erupted... where the innocent dwell
War against humanity... war against ourselves
Justifying our attack with good cause… or religion
Our cause is unity... but the effect is division

Farewell ego... our time is done
I now realize, everything on this earth is one
A shift in our consciousness... has now begun
Let's let go of our egos... and see what we can become

-Jon Chambers

Chames - The Fourth Dimension (Music)

2010-08-05T13:51:00.004-04:00

Props to Chonzo for the artwork!!

The circle at the bottom represents the third eye, which is the chakra that is said to be the gate that leads to higher consciousness and a state of spiritual enlightenment. The bottom portion of the figure is the lower vibrations of energy perceived (evil spirits, fear, hate, lust) and the top portion is the higher vibrations of energy (love, God, divinity). The fourth dimension is said to represent time, and the underlying theme of the project revolves around the idea that it's time for a change and time to evolve past hatred. Also, we as three dimensional creatures aren't able to grasp the concept of a four dimensional object with our five senses. This is also saying that we must deeper than our five senses to discover the secrets of life and the universe.
Chames - The Fourth Dimension

1. Intro
2. Another Dimension
3. Into the Abyss
4. Re-enchantment
5. The Divine Path
6. Dreams
7. 60 Seconds
8. The Ways of the World
9. Devil Dancin’
10. Religious Realms
11. Noigiler
12. Silence
13. Roots
14. I Stand Alone
15. Outcast
16. New Vision
17. Global Shift
18. Martyrdom

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Moral Murder (Poetry)

2010-07-26T11:20:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://artcriesout.com/

Our government has failed us… the law is corrupt
It’s THEIR fraudulent hands that should be in handcuffs
Paid off by the killers… to remain silent
Dividends are more important than dividing the violence
When living in the times that Leviathan spoke
Love is not in attendance… the people need hope
They need to know that the hands that are meant to protect them
Won’t get drunk with the poison of power… and infect them
So if the common person kills for the better of the nation
For the better of the world… and it’s future generations
Should he be condemned... for the criminal’s termination,
Because the government officials showed constant hesitation?
Must we judge the act alone… or the purpose behind it?
Should we focus on the means… or let the ends define it?
Morality is more complex than wrong and right
But there’s still no way to justify the taking of a life
If you fight fire with flames… morality is withdrawn
For every action there’s a reaction… and the cycle goes on

-Jon Chambers

Perception (Poetry)

2010-07-24T20:47:00.001-04:00

photo from: http://drakehs.org/

The masses are watching... their eyes wide open
Watching you mix and digest your potion
The same potion mixed by that serpent long ago
The one who slithered deception... and brought God’s people below
It’s all perception... when prescribed with this prescription
It's all deception... which is why there's division
It's all for an act... it's all for an image
It’s to be proactive... in order to disguise your blemish
Creativity is stunted... spiritual growth is forbidden
Because that only occurs when your ears don't listen
That only occurs when your third eye sees vivid
And your desire to control shall slowly diminish
Fitting into a group... shows harmony absent
And I love harmony... she buried control in a casket
Harmony doesn't seem to be concerned with perception
Or maybe that's just how she wants the story to read
Maybe that's just how she wants to be perceived

-Jon Chambers

Kamikaze Love (Poetry)

2010-07-15T12:58:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://enchanting-ce-memory.deviantart.com/

The path looked familiar… she’s been here before
She’s gone that route… unlocked that door
Between love and lust… she declares the war
Within the chambers of her heart… where fidelity is stored
Once again… the fidelity is what she began to ignore
The karma of her past then began to pour
This one way road… heading straight for the floor
Love shouldn’t be this way… there must be more

This was the problem… she fell in love with materials
The clothes on his carcass… as opposed to his spiritual
She fell in love with his status… in love with the checks
She fell in love with his physique… in love with the sex
The hands of Satan awaited… she fell to the depths
She fell so many times… the only thing left was death
She now pilots her plane… you can see her above
Trying to save the rest of her gender… from kamikaze love

-Jon Chambers

They Say (Poetry)

2010-07-10T19:14:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://oceansbridge.com

They say they’re anti-violent… they say they love the youth
They say a lot of things… that doesn’t make it the truth
They say they want change… they want to make a difference
It’s been a year and some change… and I don’t see the difference
The pastor says that the end is near
The politician says we have nothing to fear
The Atheist says when you die you disappear
The Rasta says with pot he can see things clear
The unemployed say ‘nobody cares about us’
The prosperous say ‘there’s nobody you can trust’
The prostitute says prosper off of a greedy man’s lust
The priest says nothing… just stares in disgust
The scientist says the universe is a machine
The missionary says God reigns supreme
The humanitarian says we’re causing climate change
The psychologist says it’s all in our brains
The history books say lies… no truth remains
The professor says nothing… his beliefs are tamed
The doctor says nothing… just hands you a prescription
The lawyer says he’s crazy… send him off to prison
Everybody has an opinion… everybody has the solution
But without unity… there will be no resolution
Without unity there will be no evolution
Just thousands of lost souls… all disillusioned

-Jon Chambers

Entertainment (Poetry)

2010-07-04T16:11:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://dancingokra.com/

Violence... deception... the things we speak against
The things we detest... but never try to prevent
We say we hate vitriol... we hate destruction
But we pay to watch it... deep inside we love it
We pretend to love life... as the world turns
But we are all entertained... whenever the world burns
We justify it by saying, 'it must be what they deserve'
No sympathy... no tears... no love... no concern
This love for destruction is starting to divide us
And the destruction of love is beginning to guide us
Our own country was built off of exploiting oppression
In the land of the free... it has become our obsession
These lovers of destruction will soon be taught a destructive lesson
When that army of three sixes… battles the angelic seven
I wonder if they'll still be entertained... during the time of Armageddon?
Or is that what it will take… for us to realize we’re headed in the wrong direction?

-Jon Chambers

Faux Pas (Poetry)

2010-07-01T15:16:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://artcriesout.com

Yield not to the ways of man
Learn to rebel… learn to take a stand
Yield not to the ways of tradition
Learn to provoke change… learn to make a difference
Question authority… until the truth is told
Stay away from the grass that glitters with gold
Wear not the garments of the accepted regime
They are masking insecurities… nothing is how it seems
Read their books with a curious mind
Unless you use your own eyes… to the truth you are blind
Re-examine their politicians… and see how they deceive
As the world follows the mold… and lets them lead
Reject the ways of this planet that is third from the sun
Reject it… because of the blind misleader it has become
Yield not to the ways of man
Learn to rebel… learn to take a stand

-Jon Chambers

Mathematics (Poetry)

2010-06-21T12:28:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://fineartamerica.com

One soul… one heart… one spirit… one mind
Two eyes to lead the way… so he shall seek and find
Two feet to walk the path… two legs to guide
One soul… one spirit… contacting the divine
One brain to learn what they won’t teach him in classes
One mouth to recite his life journey to the masses
One nose to smell deception… one God for protection
And only one choice... for the thousand directions
Two arms to support his two helping hands
Two ears to listen… maybe soon he’ll understand
He turns to his heart… when things get rough
The only thing he has… when the math doesn’t add up

-Jon Chambers

Division (Poetry)

2010-06-16T14:38:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://aradani.com

We’ve created labels… that we give our peers
These labels have been creating division for years
We’ve created labels… that we give ourselves
Limiting our ability… casting a spell
Expounding on our differences… though we’re all the same
But we force people to become the things that we proclaim
Words shouldn’t be able to divide our people
But we’re intoxicated with power… a narcotic that is lethal
Division brings hate… even in religion
It made the Muslims hate the Jews… made the Jews hate the Christians
It made the boys hate the girls… made the men hate the women
It made the reverends hate the scientists… made everybody hate the gifted
It made the whole world hate… based on the ways we are different
We’ve executed the love… but with love we are forgiven
So I’m here to tell you that there is no division
We are all one body… all with one vision

-Jon Chambers

Dear Music (Poetry)

2010-06-07T15:12:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://3014art.info

Dear music… you used to tell the secrets only diaries knew
You used to tell the truth… whether happy or blue
You used to give the knowledge that the school wouldn’t teach
You used to tell the gospel that the church wouldn’t preach
They used your canvas to paint their emotions
They did it with love… they did it with devotion
They did it not for fame… and ulterior motives
Now they're drunk with power… the deadly potion

Dear music… they have tarnished your name
And nobody wants to fess up and take the blame
Businessmen have used you for their personal gain
And only a shell of the real music remains
Professors have tried to censor you speech
But without that raw sentiment… it’s incomplete
I write you this letter… expressing my concern
Hoping one day I’ll wake up… and the real you will return

-Jon Chambers

The Lonely Leper (Poetry)

2010-05-29T14:01:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://drawtheline.wordpress.com

All I wanted was happiness and peace
Using divinity... to fight the power of the beast
I could see the promise land… it was in my reach
But I’ve been cast away… I’ll soon lay deceased

They fear my power… the power of love
They seek external power… my power is above
Dressed in garments… their hands covered in gloves
Why must they condemn… why must they judge?

One day I approached them… lifted up their sleeves
They called on their God… they dropped to their knees
It was then that they saw they were so naïve
When they unwrap their garments, and their masks that deceive
It turns out they were stricken with the same disease

-Jon Chambers

Disconnected (Poetry)

2010-05-22T20:32:00.000-04:00

photo from: http://saatchi-gallery.co.uk

We were made to love… made to give
Made to evolve… made to live
Technology is with us… it is our friend
A heartless compassionate… with a helping hand to lend
But we grabbed the hand and forced in deception
In turn… we have turned in the wrong direction
Dictating surveillance… belittling our heart
Armageddon is upon us… we shall soon depart
Power… control… supremacy… fear
Watching our forests and gardens disappear
The trees turn to paper… the paper turns to dollars
We turn to the scholars… instead of turning to the father
Connected to television… disconnected from the truth
Connected to traditions… disconnected from the youth
Connected to structures… disconnected from nature
Connected to books… disconnected form the creator
Connected to hate… disconnected from love
Disconnect from technology… RE-connect with He above

-Jon Chambers