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more from the archives... copyright 2012 JRC

A note to the wise (DISCLAIMER)

Most of these poems, stories and pictures were created years ago and just as a disclaimer : they should never be taken seriously or literally in any sense. They were just creations that came from my own imagination and they have no literal or figurative influence or basis and are pure imagination. -JRC-

Where the Shackles Meet the Flesh

Where the Shackles Meet the Flesh

Why so serious?

Why feel worse by tearing your flesh?

The hands, closer

Sand lost by the grain

Will you dodge fear under your skin?

Lifeless corpses

All washed by the rain

They can't prove your

Innocence, 

Endure the pain of thought

Blinded by your

Lack of sense,

Resistance can't be fought

J. chamberlain

Roses are Red

Roses are Red

Her wings are gold but silver lined

Her eyes greeted us as she would glide

The curses rose from every soul

From every heart left cleansed inside

Watch her in her grace and glory

As her beauty tells a story

Of her life of purity

Raining hope and slowly pouring

Roses are red

But violets are blue

If I were to lose her what would I do?

Thoughts in my head

Cycled through and through

This world abused her and blinded she flew

Away and depressed

The pain has still grown

And I was impressed, the restraint she’d shown

Yet she has been blessed

With a seed of hope

And again one day she will come home.

REVERIE

REVERIE

I run from my fate

As I walk beside an angel

The demon close behind

Through hallways in my mind

I hide and it seeks

Like a child’s game of danger

Its eyes appear to grasp

My neck as I just gasp

For air, it’s not there

I have to break, its iron hold

I want to banish, all this cold

Barren emotion

In my head

Indication

That I’m dead

I press my fingers to my eyes

To settle down and realize

I’m dreaming

Just dreaming

Imagination wild

My own inner child

Defining what I see

Is just another mystery 

The Life and Death of Rage

Life

I am there, here and now, seconds from what you call hell, complete the circle, racing time, forgot the absence of my mind, bound to die here soon after, hold applauses for the laughter, the more you know the more I wait, here alone at the gates, days I sometimes stand in line, these dead stares will bore me blind, shattered into pieces, battered and so beaten, one last look and I’m defeated, no more games to play this time, all that I have is one last chance, done with fear, done with these binds, what I hold is in my hands, in my hands, in my hands.

Death 

Life, a disease we all seem to share, we writhe to the end in all its despair, our souls are enslaved by the sins of the grave, but the blood still flows too fast, our angels infected, by the weak and neglected, the judgment is full of dismay, our peace is disturbed, from damnation we purge, and our spirits have all seem to crash, the meaning is fresh, the fear in the flesh, the passion just withered away,  

                                             

                                                   -JRC-

Serenity, Now

Serenity, Now

My inner child’s crying

The melody was fading

And I’m tired of lying

Deceiving all and hating

So when did the music stop?

Left me to walk so lost

I’m only one man

Now, my feeling numb

My only sign

Of knowing what

Will make me fine

Always haunted

Again, I’m taunted

Serenity, is all I wanted

Welcome to the Wastelands

Welcome to the Wastelands

How can we all call ourselves sane?

 The world turns to hell and we're still breathing.

When tragedy engaged,

It has taken your last breath.

Why do we all play their sick game?

 The sun burns out and their eyes are bleeding.

An onslaught of hate,

 Lets the angels rot to death.

 Entities of chaos

Plagued these lands.

They fill our hollowed minds.

Where emptiness once dawned

If they're hunting down the weak,

Will we save the ones we can?

Among us there are thieves,

Who steal our hearts,

Only leaving us to bleed.

Now, there are only scars.

Still we forget the stars,

All watching our demise

From so far away

 Forget the stars

By J.Chamberlain

Fame by day, infamy by night

Fame by day, infamy by night

Creeping silent strings of malice reign its life, a stab in the back really felt like a knife, the glory was lost in the blink of an eye, and the flesh torn apart from the acid inside, pictures were shot but the blood bled right through, an enemy of press was killed in its steps, dead to the world it crawls on the floor, whining and grinning and screaming for more, its reigning, its pouring, more guts on the glory, fame by day, infamy by night, the clock strikes the metal, it’s nowhere in sight, the grain is finally shot, its dignity tied in a knot, and now they shall burn, the way to make them learn, and now they will scream, I’m more insane than I seem…. 

HUMAN DEPRODUCTION

HUMAN DEPRODUCTION

Gasping for breath, slowly their flesh depletes

Before the onslaught of their worry

Promising, its lure, just entangled in its net

Thirsty for its guest, lonely, begging for relief

Adore the passion that’s unfurling

Witnessing the blur, vagrant, deceptive regret

With less accord and more decay

The liquid washed their skin away

When disaster meets desire

Their feeble eyes can’t take the worst

Of its insincere conspire

To commit a quenching of its thirst

DEAD STARE

DEAD STARE

"As you aim for me, it's useless dawning within demise.

Feel pain for me and I'm ruthless while you dodge all the signs"

You changed views from a point through the eyes of a saint,

And you chose very quick staring right through the gun.

Then, you felt the disgust while you scraped off the paint.

Can you feel less alone after blocking the sun?

 "If worry never ceases, then hope never increases.

The pain will leave you resting, dead, in a thousand pieces."

When you feel this way, why would you stop?

When there’s nothing to lose will you reach for the top?

What you already know gives you the odds,

But could these nightmares be easily dodged?

"When you try to escape, only then, the wheels turn.

Now that you've entered, the walls start to burn." 

The sun disappears through the blink of an eye

And the clouds creep in always begging to cry

With a fork in your wrist and a knife in your back,

This storm stirs up and the world turns black.

"Still I am hated as you stare at my face.

Just remember one thing.

You brought Hell to this place."

By J.Chamberlain

Conscience

When you ask for forgiveness, I pray for understanding, when you stop to think and witness, I am right here standing, when you play the game by hands, striking every last provoking second, you endure what life demands, liking every last provoking second. There is no intention greater than, there is no chances later than, yours, one who waits below the clouds, conjuring all of your lies, an attempt to fool the skies, await the day to become wise. Where do the good times go? When did the good times fade away? When will the sadness end? When will these bindings mend? And how does this keep you from falling? We all have our faults, our lives aren’t perfect, we all have to face one final judge, what is the verdict?

Chaos Let Out Over Oceans Of Sympathetic Harmony

Chaos Let Out Over Oceans Of Sympathetic Harmony

In the midst of valleys consumed by my mind;

I embalm the agony, mahogany liquid

With my hollow gaze; yield the absurd line

Like vices with hammers, foundation broken

And the rain falls down, engulfs society’s sickness

Dissolves Mankind’s cyst on its reality

All hope subsides, the deity of faith

Grasping the bulls balls now, a wave of discontent

All things good, numb, now reign falsely

The keeper of the crypt once again unleashes his fiend

And below the sky, a light blue blackens

The clouds circle inward, the soup is now stirred

The war within existence is now overheard

By the angels flying; shedding human down

A paradigm of ascendancy, the supremacy is smitten 

From the throne of its dismay and disillusions

And the Earth is stilled; bless the winged swine  

Winged Swine

Oh, please won’t you count them fall

Crystals like a diamonds shine

Let them sit upon your hand

Watch them leave the day behind

Calling out to you

I’m calling out to you

Waiting now for you

I’m waiting now for you

Why won’t they spread their wings and fly

 Let them loose and set them free

Let them soar into the sky

Take a look at you and me

Fell the frost come off their wings

Falling down and glistening

Stand and catch them on your tongue

And listen to the angels sing

Falling down to you

They’re falling down to you

Calling out to you

They’re calling out to you

Canyon Island City

To the place where

Every wish is granted

And your wildest dreams are handed

Straight into your arms

It’s a race there

You’ll never feel unwanted

And paradise is hunted

Down and bottled up in jars

You may face scares

By the people that you see here

But they’re just there to be here

And mend their broken scars

Welcome to my world

The chaos still unravels

May you be as kind as

To stop and lend a hand

Welcome to my city

Canyon Island City

A place where we might ask you

To stop and lend a hand

Welcome

Oh you’re welcome

To stop and lend a hand

Skull in the Wall

A drawing that I scanned and edited on photoshop

-JRC-

DEUS EX MACHINA

Sifting through these shadows, he’s wasting precious seconds, picking up the pieces, the limits—almost endless. Staring through a pinhole, it slowly carves a notch, in anticipation, through the looking glass’ watch. The sweat slips off the bone. The wooden spokes surrender to the tension. The strings begin to part. And then the sudden pause to ease suspension. The gun delivers bullets, insisting its demise. The menace sheds its skin, revealing its disguise. He crumbles to his knees, and together realized. The thing that he had killed was the conscience in his mind.