Truth Abuse Love

They want me to tell the truth.
They want me to hurl abuse
but I’m sober and guilt-ridden
so I keep my mouth shut, click the link,
auto-fill my details and share the page.

They want me to tell the truth.
They want me to hurl abuse
but I’m tired and I’m scared
so I keep my mouth shut, look away from the jails
and go back to my cage.

I want to tell the truth, I want to hurl abuse
But not at Jews, Muslims, Infidels or Christians
Not at Blacks, Whites or Buddhists.
They don’t deserve my rage.
It’s the greedy leaders, the money lenders, the contract owners
who run this world we sometimes call a stage

that hide all access to the truth
that tell me what is deemed abuse.
They tell me what is naughty, decide if I am being nice,
tell me what my choice is
but I have pen and page.

My truth is that I’m governed
by those who happily abuse
I profit from their violence
enjoy the luxuries made by slaves.

If I tell the truth, if I hurl abuse
it must not be at my equals
but at those who want me in my grave.


Love Addiction

A Mother’s love ignored
A Child’s idea of love destroyed
‘Cos you both know the other’s tough.
A lover’s love shared and diminished.
Virtual love is never quite finished.
The house of cards is falling,
the wolves are close and calling…
Addictions come, go and return afresh.
You’re caught in your man-made mesh.
You asked for help and none came
so all your problems are still the same.
The darkness looms in all the rooms.
Memories only serve to remind
that every memento will only find
a way to let you know how wrong
you’ve been for far too long.
The games you played.
The cum you sprayed.
The lack of trust.
The friends you cussed.
The secret smiles
now defiled
were full of honest pleasure.
You threw away each treasure
for a moment of fool’s gold
and now you have nothing left to hold.

Trump ‘most amazing wizard of all time’.

They’ve pulled the curtain back, back there in Oz
They’ve pulled it back well…because…
They’re losing control of the slaves and the drones
They’re numbing them with shit on their phones
Dulling them with pictures of death and destruction
But they’re refusing to follow the instruction
So… They’ve pulled the curtain back, back there in Oz
They’ve pulled it back, well, you see, there was..
A chance of peace, a world full of joy
Where it wasn’t bad to be a girl or a boy
A synching of hearts was on the agenda
The whole world on a good honest bender
But they pulled the curtain back, back there in Oz
They had to pull it back, well, I don’t want to offend any of your Gods…
The truth of ‘God is within you.’ slipped into the hearts and minds
And worked it’s magic on humans, all kinds
They are here among us, they do not ask for cash
They do very little that is wasteful and nothing that is flash
They do not worship anything or have more than any other
They treat each other human as a sister or a brother
The gathering is happening even as they try to rule
If you think they’ve pulled the curtain back then you may be a fool.

Broken Heartbeat

My heart broke
I heard the snap as the love seeped then gushed out.
As time froze, so did it.
The warmth vacated its space,
left in the eye of the hurricane
and disappeared in that moment.
Yet still I breathed.
I saw your truth and the crack widened.
Yet I still breathed.
I saw your pity
and the last drop of ‘loved’
fell from the chasm
that showed my soul
and the ripples split us in two.
I still breathed.
As you walked away I tried to speak
but my breathing stopped
I heard my broken heart beating,
my broken heart beating for love,
but not for you
and I breathed again.

Thank you to the ‘Last Ever’ Secret Garden Party via Lost Horizon Sauna & Solar Stage

I’ve been to The Secret Garden Party for the last 5 Years with Lost Horizon and this was without doubt the best one, even though it rained for most of it! I’d heard regulars on other years complaining about the lack of walkabout theatre and random fun things being missing, well they seem to have brought all the good things back for their last hurrah and everyone was glad they did.
I saw the sparkle planes, the fireworks (from just beside the dj booth), a lot of bands, most importantly Toots & The Maytals on The Great Stage, then saw the last band in The Lost Woods…

Lost Horizon’s space was welcoming and lovely.

Ned Dylan, Avalon Jones, Oscar Mic, Dion Deverill, , Maya’s Shakra Wordshop, Pete Pendragon, Pasha Ball, Treva Who, Zu Crew via Felix, Edd Keene, Tamsin (Solana), Coral May, Love and Daisy Petals, Sophie Kilbey, H#, Emily & Rowen, Death Metal Maraccas, Shamanic & Lucy (Lucid Tales), Ecstatic Dance workshops, Circus workshop, Amber’s yoga every morning, plus all the fireside performers and the open micers that graced our wonderful space at the last Secret Garden Party. Yes, it rained quite a bit but we didn’t mind as the tipis were full of wonderful people having a marvellous time. Thank you all for your performances, support and love. Special thanks to Johnny for his tireless work behind the sound desk making sure everyone sounded like they wanted to.
I’m still not clean and don’t really want to be…
Looking forward to seeing all the Lost Horizon Crew and family soon.


Carl Chamberlain. Poet. One of the 100 men in Manhood: the bare reality.

My friend Ant Smith wrote a poem about his penis, it’s called ‘Shorty’ and it describes his penis. He performed the poem and recorded it. It went viral. Many men contacted him saying thank you, asking for information and he made many connections solely on this subject. He decided to throw a party: The Big Small Penis Party and it was a great success. I know because I was involved from the beginning.
Laura Dodsworth a photographer and storyteller was looking for men to be involved in a project and via Ant we were connected. I understood immediately the point of view Laura was coming from and agreed to participate.
My part in the project was the same as everyone else, turn up, have my penis photographed (get dressed) and talk about masculinity and my penis.
During the interview I realised that I had a poem about manhood that I’d just written, inspired by Grayson Perry’s article in The Guardian ’12 steps to being a modern man’ and I asked Laura if she’d like to hear it. She did. She enjoyed it. In fact Laura tweeted it to her followers. I was very proud.
When Laura asked if she could include one of my poems in ‘Manhood’ I was flabbergasted and said yes without another thought.
The poem in Manhood was inspired by Lee Button’s invitation to perform at an event that was Incandescent Artists’ celebration of London’s Comic Con hence the SuperYou…

Carl Chamberlain. Poet.
Looks great.

World Poetry Day poem for UNESCO

One world, one heartbeat, one breath.
There may be a time when there’s nothing left.
Until then should we fight to own what isn’t ours?
Should we kill, maim and consume until it’s all devoured?
Or is love the answer to all our ills?
Forget about leaving what belongs to our family in our wills?
Could we perhaps begin to share?
Is that the way to show we care?
Who do we owe? Who owns What?
You put a flag on it? I don’t give a jot.
Is pacifism a natural state?
Or is it natural to be full of hate?
You were born in another place, your skin is different, so’s the shape of your face, but that’s about it for the differences I can see, okay, your hair looks ‘weird’ to me, but your heart beats, lungs breathe, tongue tastes, skin feels, eyes look into mine, if you were me, you’d be fine.
Why should you have what I have not when we were born on the same plot?
The few who know the truth hide their shame so they can continue to play this win/lose game.
With the many used to score points by death.
One world, one heartbeat, one breath.
There may be a time when there’s nothing left.