Best Chambers Poems
Non exchangeable
biodegradable
Given time may be changeable
However
Forever
Insatiable
Thrashing out the tempo of life
Misses a beat when presented with strife
Within Private chambers
initials inscribed
Etched with a promise
None but one can revive
I do not wish to keep you small
Within a tiny vest pocket
You my dear
You reside within the chambers of my heart
A place so large God's spirit lives here
You walk through the archways of my mind
Whispering sweet sounds to my inner ear
Your essence oscillates through my soul
For I am you and you are me
Without you
There would be an infinite sadness
You and I were made for eternity
You are the realization of my dreams
The symphony of my joy
The gift I could not fully imagine
I marvel at the wonder of you
Thankful
Set free
You are with me
Residing
Within the chambers of my heart
Hello?
…Here it is!
It’s so cold in here..
….. But the walls are still soft,
…and the ceiling is higher than I remember…..
It feels so still and morose.
… Even my thoughts ..echo in here.
I have not dropped in on this empty abode for a while.
…. There seems never to be enough time…. Too busy.
Look here.. and there …what a mess …
... Never did clean it up after she left.
No wonder I never visit here .
…..Wonder where she went
after leaving this empty, abandoned
heart of mine…
…..It‘s so cold in here….
I’d better go now….
Lots to do..
Goodbye.
("Outside Looking In Merit Badge" - MB #40, 2011, original oil)
Echo Chambers
'Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echos of my mind….'
And so it is, and so it goes.
Everyone in their own worlds
Safe and secure within the confines
Of confirmation biases
Building castles made of sand.
Meanwhile the tide swells,
Waves come as they always have,
And always will, as everything we believe in
And hold dear will be washed away.
And still we dream
Secure in the folds of our ignorance
Of the rightness of our cause
Whatever it may be.
(6/2/24)
You occupy all four
Your love is the donor
You‘re my heartbeat therefore
Your love trauma
My induced coma
A heart transplant, no time sooner
My healthier flora
My rhythm, my drummer
Your beat in me forevermore
--Auschwitz, Picture Taken 26,000 Feet in the Air, August 25, 1944
Years away from me, smoke opening for a man to name them. I imagine a child down there in
the box being drawn around him, who hasn’t died yet; who just wants to fly, fly! His last weather,
clear. Not seeing the plane that won’t see him. His mother grips his hand. People down there
among the cold circuitry of buildings, people with no pictures in their future, scared, legs hurting,
tired, hungry. What are they telling their children, look down, look down, don’t look up. Someone
searching the crowd for someone going to the smoke away from them. It is happening again, as
in the days of Nebuchadnezzar. The man pointing an arrow as if at a strain of bacteria, black
words attached to the arrow. I look down into the dirt of the picture, years after the man has put
the picture back into its folder. Someone down there who sees the smoke I can’t from my clean
sky, a woman with my face, maybe, whose picture her beloved took as she smiled under an
early tree in the days of gardens. Now all her pictures are gone. She is with everybody else
down there, she is the Group on the Way to the Gas Chambers, and in those five black words,
who down there knows they are history; what faceless face isn’t sure, tasting the ghost of honey
and apples; who looks at the sky closing over with smoke and thinks there are shoes to fix,
prayers to say in the archangel wings of their language; somewhere in a land
Beyond desolation.
Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads
being voodoo capitalist misled
Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue,
deep pocket dollars:
The green algae money
buried at the ethical wavy,
graveyard bottom
Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday,
as creditors delight
in debt shopping their widow maker wares
The pillaging, high priestess of bloodsport pleasure
lay many burglar, prey desires bosom bare
Inorganic idols ... phallic-shaped things;
moral mettle melts
at first grove, sacrificial trigger offering
Heated cries coming from
empty vow chambers
Crosshair eyes scope the killing view
Snuff the stitched mouths ...
get paid by the aged, smoking barrel
Follow the lemming violent trail,
collect the stained spent shells
Empty chambers got an earth bed full,
many died in the throes of hate
Envy green hearts using their lead tools,
leaving death marks —
Bullet holes in the picked pocket of fools
Going uptown on a downtown train,
Even though I am lost, I know I will find my way.
Here I am at last at Chambers Street,
And I see the light of day but I don’t want to go.
It’s taken me four years to get here,
A time when my soul and my heart were not sure.
I’m just another lonely soul
Looking for an answer, but knowing that it’s not there.
He would have been forty today,
It’s funny; he got to work early that day,
He phoned me early just to chat
About dinner, the weekend,
The trip he was planning, the weather.
It was such a beautiful September day,
He said he could practically see all of Manhattan from his office,
He loved that view.
Then he had to go to a meeting,
He didn’t say goodbye,
Just said he would call me later.
I did the dishes and made coffee,
Then I just happened to turn on the TV.
Ever since that day,
I’ve thought of all the things I would have said,
If I’d have known that I would never talk to him again.
I’ve been telling myself to come down here,
Ever since it happened
And now I’ve finally made it.
I am afraid to go up there
And look at all that emptiness.
Too many hearts broken
And too many souls just floating in the air
Looking for a final goodbye.
So I stand here looking up towards the light
And I stare at all the non people here.
So many times I have cried for my son
And reached out to hold your hand, but you are not there.
I am not alone, we will never be alone
But now Chambers Street will be just a memory
And I will see you in my dreams.
Written by Robert Meader June 2009
To be with you is just sublime
I need you more and more each time
sadness like rivers falling from the sky
drowning me indifferently
as I lie still and cry
You've carried me away
To a place where I could never stay
To see this chamber in your heart
To know it exists and be told I can have no part
It's the finest form of your twisted art
Your callous cruelty
Your final blow to my pulverized heart
The cold chambers of my mind
Lacks happiness and a sense of belonging – I’m feeling soar
Under the snow is where you’ll find me
For, I’m snowed under by your heartless remarks, giving me the impression that you
used to envy me possibly
Under the water is where you’ll see my body
You can’t save me from drowning, so don’t make me change my mind…I’ll do the
impossible and I’ll do the opposite of what you tell me to do – let me go…help me,
somebody!
I loved you, girl…you were my darling angel
My dreams are broken because you abandoned me…carelessly…tactlessly…we used to
lack hands like two grand lands in agreement with each other – we’re those lovers
embracing each other lovingly and without a care
I’m all alone…I’m all alone…without a care…
I’m on my own…I’m on my own…everyone starts to stare
Can you look the other way someday?
Am I that attractive to you all? I’m sorry – I don’t roll that way!
You lead me to another lane…you knew where you were driving
You knew the course from the start; now, we hit a dead end, still surviving…arriving
undone
You ran me over heartlessly
You knew that I’d meet my fatality
You injured me inside and out
You hurt me badly without a doubt
Condescendingly, you burned away one of my favorite times of my life
I did the same thing to you, except I gave you space to regret everything you have done
to me – making me victim to your sinister strife
No apologies accepted…all will be rejected
In the long run, you’ll feel infected…
You are gonna be that orphan, all alone without blankets to wrap yourself around in –
having no time to commit even one childlike crime
You marinate and engorge in your abominable sin…spiraling from deep within you – where
have you been? You were my faithful kin once upon a time
Let me whisper in your ears
About how many times you’ve neglected me – for many years
You didn’t even noticed I have wept a thousand tears or more…you never reflected upon
me like mirrors
Don’t freeze my heart with your malicious, merciless words – its sole purpose is to harm
than do any good
How did you view love? Like a game?
Didn’t you feel this shame without a shameless name?
Don’t strike me with your perilous love…stop making me feel pity!
Don’t play rough! Play fair and please don’t neglect me…
Please don't neglect me once more . . .
In the mosaic chambers of my midnight heart
I tucked away my angel child who left me for heaven
I walk through the garden maze when the moon hangs high
I lay full body as guardian at the tombstone on the warm earth
peering through the clouds to catch a glimpse of my angel
so my shattered midnight mosaic heart may slowly mend
brushing color strokes to blend back into my life again
02/15/2017
I wanted you to see me shine on stage,
Now the pity’s shown
You and that song really give me a thrill with a hint of rage
My mind’s blown…I’ve finally grown
Old enough to find out that I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
The only one
The only one who goes through tough times and wish to be gone
Wish to be gone
Wish to be gone
I wish to be gone, but I’ll settle with a better choice
I’m still homeward bound…
Can’t you see?
Let me rephrase that:
Will you ever see?
Will you ever see?
Will you ever see this agony?
It’s so crystal clear during these times of misery
These times of misery
These times of misery has taken a toll on me
Don’t sting me with your jealousy
I’d rather hear you delightfully sing in harmony
With me…I wish it were meant to be
Open up your heart
Open up your heart
Let go of bittersweet hate
Stop procrastinating, mate!
Stop lamenting about the mistakes you’ve made
From where the sun now stands,
I’ve been succumbing to tragedy
How I wish upon Tomorrow with a bouquet of stars
To see you smile that promising smile
Not as cold as ice in Antarctica
Not as cold as ice
Not as cold as ice
Treasuring warmhearted advice
Put your heart at ease
Put your heart at ease
Make sorrow your slave and please
Please, please desert it for a while
Open up your heart
Open up your heart
Torn apart
Torn apart
By your ability of singing so effortlessly
And I feel like I try too hard...sadly
You're so stingy and grumpy sometimes,
But that's okay! I can be that way too!
You’re unlovable at times…
Maybe you're getting over a flu...
You are hitting me
Hitting me hard like a dart
Chained to these cold, cold chambers of indignation
You’re not here to save me...only to tear away at my heart
You’re here to haunt me, not to relieve me…
Relieve me…
Relieve me…
Don't haunt me
Despise me
Taunt me...
Don't mock me...
Humiliate me...
Shame on me..
Shame on me..
For loving you so thoughtlessly
But, I'll be more careful next time
Maybe next time, you won't be as sour as lime
This urge takes over me (this strife cuts me with a sharp knife)
This urge to delete you from my life,
So you can feel my pain,
Dripping continually like acid rain
Takes over me
Takes over me
Does not the essence of soul...echo in his chambers?
Unable to escape, I remain
in these poetic chambers
that are a labyrinth of sweet refrain...
never being attacked and frightened by echoing voices
or clouds that are swollen with rain:
I'm blessed not to have heard them or felt dreariness!
Visions are converted to verses,
nothing is left to lay in oblivion to abandon rage,
a rage a forgiving heart forgets
to move on and search for thoughts in late age;
do I imagine total freedom consumed in extreme desires?
No, this is my heavenly refuge: a place of serenest image!
The door that should not open, open you did
Entered into my soul, stirring discord
Emotions that had been buried deep_hid
He who is the adversary_is not dead
Truth was wanted being a potion to heal
Satan offered shaded truth_outright lies
Torturing my soul with wrong, no appeal
Oh! Savior sweep clean chambers _me chide
Now an empty room my soul comfortless
Holy Spirit come fill anoint (sooth) renew
Precious is the Word that enters chambers
The chambers of my heart this the best food
Satan didn't win the day hurray glory
Defeated gone away grant no return__my story