Monday, June 21, 2010

Mathematics (Poetry)

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

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Division (Poetry)

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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

Monday, June 7, 2010

Dear Music (Poetry)

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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