Monday, November 21, 2011

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

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Wisdom (Poetry)

Artwork by: Isiac A. DaGraca

Innocence… ignorance… na├»ve 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

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

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