Sunday, April 24, 2011

Can You See?


Can You See?

The many faces of the creator, all spread out for the world to see.
All identities and personalities, flood into my field of vision.
A place where the objects of my observation meet the real and true me.

Can you See?

The restless agony of change, all in the form of destruction and chaos.
A world filled with pain and sorrow, it’s too much for even my emotion to show.
Finding my humanity in a wonderfully bounded sea, these trials are all leading me back.
Into the place where me meets me and finally has the eyes to see.

The destruction of myself, images showing all aspects of my life.
Family, friends and even strangers have all told me.
That this is the way I should be, but where can I find what is true about reality.
When the constructs and rules of this game are too subtle.
So subtle that my eyes can barely see the light of the rising sun.

Can You See?

The forging of a new era of humanity, this goal is my soul’s final dying plea.
Look inside of yourself and then to the hearts of each other.
In them you will find that you could not do without your brother.
All the trials and all the pain, will surely lead you into the place.
A place where you see only gain and no pain, a place where your son looks like each and every one.

Can you See?

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

This Feels Like Heaven

A release of energy spreads out from the core of my heart.

This entangled dance of actions and reactions, this is my beginning place.

My soul's fighting start.


Dancing on this bed of sweetened roses and plush pillows.

The castration of my beating heart spreads out for all to see.

The love that I share enters into this world of names and forms.

Will this be the place of my coronation? The place where I will be born?


What is the goal and what is there to see?

When the answers and the solutions all lie deep inside some place.

A place so hidden from sight, this place is called me.


The destiny of a life fulfilled with pleasure and pain.

The obstacles of tomorrow meet the needs of yesterday.

Most of my life was so hard, I had to get on my knees and pray.


Looking for a future of hope and imagination.

This goal looks so nice.

But is this just my mind’s mental formation?


Who am I and why am I here?

The questions of a wondering soul, now they all seem so clear.

A protruded finality looking out through the seabed of chance.

A glimpse into the unknown, a life lived in a mental trance.


Drop all possessions, drop all pain, drop all that makes you seem like you will gain.

Accept what you can’t accept and be what you always wanted to be.

Interdependent connections, all making up the person that I finally call we.


A collection of love, expressed through pure and natural sight.

Families hanging together, all embracing for that expected 12 round fight.

My soul dodging from left to right, exuding all my energy, giving off rays of light.

No more games and no more fame, finally a rest for my soul.

A very, very, very good night.



Dwayne Chamble


Thursday, April 7, 2011

I Appreciate You


Laying, sitting, standing and walking.
In all ways I appreciate you.
The confusion of ideals, dreams and hopes all deferred.
Looking down the pathway, searching for the light at the end of the tunnel.

In all ways I appreciate you.

Shifting through this bubble of change.
The view of heaven now coming into my range of vision.
The quest I seek is but a mere shadow compared to the sand that is beneath my feet.

In all ways I appreciate you.

Steady on this rock that will not falter.
The dreams of my soul are on their course to make me whole.
This earth is my playground, though some people see it as my altar.
I appreciate you; I appreciate you, sprouts up from the core of my being.
Sweet to the taste, sweeter than a fresh water spring.

In all ways I appreciate you.

The seat of the soul is the end game for many people.
As if it’s a goal.
The steady rivers of life all bring forth the same criteria for strife.
What is the meaning and what is the purpose?
It seems there is no end to suffering, not for the most high or the lowest of us.
In this truth you can reliably trust.

In all ways I appreciate you.

Laying down my life for my brother, the martyr of yesterdays mythical classics.
Death, fear, torture and greed.
All fall into the category of humanities mental gymnastics.
In all ways I appreciate you is what my soul keeps telling me.
The ordeal of life, these changing terms all claiming their rightful places.
On the grand cycle of transformation.
All are little parts of the total me, bits and pieces, so small they leave no traces.

In all ways I appreciate you is now how I relate to my soul.

In all ways I appreciate you is what I now believe.

In all ways I appreciate you is what can make me whole.

In all ways I appreciate you is what my mind now conceives.

Not accepting in all ways I appreciate you,

I now know will always and forever bring my soul to the place where souls grieve.







Dwayne Chamble