WALDON POND

I walked on the water at Walden Pond
with Bob Dylan, Henry David Thoreau,
and Jesus Christ.
In the bright autumn sun
we crossed from one shore
to the other.
Looking up,
I saw the sky laced
with fragments of clouds
sewn into the splendor
of the day.
"Hey, Henry!" I yelled,
"Now I know why you
love this place so much!"
He turned to smile broadly
but said nothing.
"How come we couldn't
always do this?" I asked.
"You always could!" said Jesus,
"You just didn't believe it."
"Yeah, it took me awhile
to get the hang of it," said Dylan,
"but now it's easy."

Bobby Jameson September 10, 2011

APOCALYPSE MORNING

MEASURED TIME

OF REVELATION

WATCHING FROM

OUR LOST SALVATION

CRUSHED IN FEAR

OF DOOMSDAY COME

THINKING TILL

IT MAKES YOU NUMB

SMOKEY PILLARS

STAND THE SKY

WAILING VOICES

HEAR THEM CRY

ANGELS BURN

ON GOLDEN CROSS

YOU CANNOT GAGE

THE SENSE OF LOSS

PANICKED PEOPLE

GROPING GOD

RETURNED TO DUST

THE WAITING SOD

LOST FOREVER

IN THE PAST

THE FUTURE'S COMING

WAY TOO FAST

BLOWN INFUSION

BUSTED DREAMS

NOTHING'S REALLY

AS IT SEEMS

REVELATIONS

COME TO CALL

AND TAKE THE POWERFUL

AND SMALL

RICHES RAGGED

DESPERATION

COSTING ALL

OF EVERY NATION

BIGOT'S BALL

THE DANCE GOES ON

GONE IS EVERYTHING

UPON

NOTHING STANDING

MENDED MINCE

IT CANNOT COPE

WITH EVER SINCE

THE WRITING'S NEVER

ON THE WALL

IT'S WRITTEN ON

THE GROUND YOU CRAWL

JOHN'S DEVINE

WAS PLASMA CHURNING

DEPTHS OF HELL

AND SINNERS BURNING

WAS HIS VISION

TRULY MADNESS

OR THE PROPHECY

OF SADNESS

BELLOW ON

FROM DEADLY SORROW

RUN AWAY

AVOID TOMORROW

WHAT IT COMES WITH

DESTINATION

RIPPING TIME

THROUGH REVELATION

Bobby Jameson Apr 14 2009

THE MANSIONS OF YOUR DREAMS

HOLLYWOOD'S
A LONELY TOWN
WHEN NOTHING'S
GOIN RIGHT
YOU SLEEP AWAY
THE DAYTIME
AND DRINK
AWAY THE NIGHT
LIVIN OFF THE
DREAMS YOU
DREAM
WAITIN FOR
A BREAK
HARDCORE TOWN
OF LIFE
AND DEATH
AND AWFUL HARD
TO TAKE

TEENAGE DREAMS
ARE OVER THIRTY
YESTERDAY IS
GONE
THE SUNSET STRIP'S
A LEGEND
BUT JUST ANOTHER
STREET AT DAWN
HOLLYWOOD'S
A FUNNY TOWN
FILLED WITH
KINGS AND
QUEENS
BUT NO ONE
THAT I'VE
EVER MET
IS SURE OF
WHAT IT
MEANS

ALL YOU LONELY
DREAMERS ON
THE STREETS
OF BITTER SWEET
LOOKIN FOR
AN ANSWER
TO MAKE YOURSELF
COMPLETE

I KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE LOOKING
FOR
I'M LOOKING
FOR IT TOO
THE MAGIC OF
THE MAKE BELIEVE
KEEPS ON
HAUNTING YOU
BUT ONLY THOSE
WHO LIVE IT
CAN KNOW
WHAT IT ALL
MEANS
TO LIVE AND DIE
IN HOLLYWOOD
IN THE MANSIONS
OF YOUR DREAMS

Bobby Jameson 1979-Queens Rd. West Hollywood

THE FLESH OF CHILDREN'S DREAMS

CATAPULTED
INTO BLACK
STUMBLE
TOWARD
THE CRIMSON
CRACK
MUMBLE
SOMETHING AT
THE WALL
NO ONE HEARS
NO ONE
AT ALL

ANTIQUATED
ETIQUETTE
FILLS THE EARS
LIKE STUBBORN
SHIT
BUILT FROM
RUBBISH ON
A PAGE
KILLS THE
SOUL
AND TURNS
TO RAGE

LOVERS MOCK
THE ONES
THEY WANT
MOTHER'S MILK
A GENTLE TAUNT
AGAINT THE
FLESH OF
CHILDREN'S
DREAMS
LISTEN YOU
CAN HEAR
THEIR SCREAMS

Bobby Jameson Feb 19, 2011

AND NEVER KNEW

SUBTLE BREEZE

ACROSS MY WAY

WHERE WILL I

END UP THIS DAY

ROAD'S END WISHING

FOR MORE STRING

OR WILLINGLY

GIVE UP THIS THING

KITE LIKE DREAMS

THAT NEVER SETTLE

OLD WOOD STOVE

AND COPPER KETTLE

TIRED SOUL AND

TIRED EYES

SQUINT AGAINST

THE TORTURED SKIES

SONGS OF SADNESS

FILL MY JAW

WITH MELODIES

OF THINGS I SAW

AND LIFE WENT ON

AND ON AND ON

AND NEVER KNEW

THAT I WAS GONE

Bobby Jameson Feb 15, 2011

THE ART OF FORCE

L.A.'S FILLED

WITH NAMES AND FACES

DON'T FORGET

I KNOW THOSE PLACES

TIME CAN HEAL

WHEN LEFT ALONE

DON'T WAKE THE MONSTER

IN HIS HOME

I HUNTED ON THOSE

L.A. STREETS

KNEW THE STRONG

AND KNEW THE WEAK

I TASTED BLOOD

AND LIVED ON PAIN

I DINED WITH THOSE

WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS

LOADED WORDS

LIKE LOADED GUNS

ARE SOMETIMES NOT

FOR USE AS FUN

YOU CHALLENGE ME

FROM HIDING PLACE

LET ME GET

INTO YOUR FACE

TELL ME WHERE

YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ME

TOUCH MY SKIN

AND MEET AND GREET ME

NOTHING

THAT YOU'VE EVER KNOWN

WOULD BE LIKE MEETING

ME ALONE

COME MY FRIEND

AND TELL ME WHERE

I PROMISE YOU

I WILL BE THERE

AND WHEN WE SPEAK

ABOUT YOUR LIES

I'LL WATCH WHILE FEAR

FILLS UP YOUR EYES

YOU AND SMALLNESS

LIKE YOU MATTER

ONLY WHEN

YOU GLOAT AND CHATTER

HIDING IN

YOUR CLOSET SWEET

LIFE IS DANGEROUS

ON THE STREET

DARKNESS RIDES

A PALE HORSE

IT'S RIDER KNOWS

THE ART OF FORCE

A SKILL UNKNOWN

TO THOSE UNTRAINED

WHO FEAR THE VERY THOUGHT

OF PAIN

Robert Parker Jameson

RHYME AND RUMBLE

ANCIENT HISTORY

WRITTEN BADLY

BY MY HAND

OF ENDLESS SADLY

MELTING TEARS

ON MARBLE FACES

WHERE AM I

IN ALL THESE SPACES

WORDS THAT TITTER TAT

ON PAGES

IN BETWEEN MY

RANTS AND RAGES

PHOTOGRAPHS

OF YESTERDAY

THE LIFE I LIVED

THEN THREW AWAY

SYLLABLES

LIKE NUMBERS COUNTED

SENTENCES

ARE FRAMED AND MOUNTED

MEANING THINGS

THAT BARELY MUMBLE

INTO SOUNDS

OF RHYME AND RUMBLE

Bobby Jameson June 2009

LONELINESS SPEAKS WITH THE ENEMY

THE GUARD

CANNOT HEAL MY HEART

HE CAN ONLY PROTECT IT

FROM FURTHER HARM

HE IS SAD

WHEN THE CHILD IS SAD

AND THERE'S NOTHING

HE CAN DO

TO BE SO CAPABLE

YET INCAPABLE

TO BE THIS LOST

YET INESCAPABLE

TO BE SO CLOSE

YET SO DISTANT

TO BE THIS VULNERABLE

YET SO RESISTANT

I AM A RIVER

WITHOUT A BED

BLOOD

WITHOUT RED

DEATH WITHOUT

BEING DEAD

A VOICE

THAT NEVER SAID

SO COMPLETE

IS MY MISERY

IT GOES UNNOTICED

BY THE WORLD

LIKE A

HOMELESS MAN

I AM PART OF

THE LANDSCAPE

IT PAINS THE GUARD

TO FEEL THE CHILD'S MISERY

HE WISHES

HE COULD HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE

BEFORE THE

DAMAGE CAME

BEFORE THE CHILD

WAS RAVAGED

THE CHILD WEEPS

TEARS OF BLOODY SALT

AND CRIES OUT

TO THE WORLD

THE GUARD KNOWS

THESE ARE DANGEROUS TIMES

WHEN LONELINESS

SPEAKS WITH THE ENEMY

HOW CAREFUL

THE GUARD MUST BE

TO ALLOW

BUT BE READY

TO

DISALLOW

AND TO ALWAYS

BE STEADY

SO MUCH

PAST

SO LITTLE

FUTURE

SO MANY

VOICES

SO FEW

OPTIONS

I AM BUT

A BLOTCH

IN THE DIRT

A THING

SO HURT

THAT I CANNOT FIND

THE PIECES

TO MEND

BROKEN

INSIDE AND OUT

TORMENTED

BY CONSCIOUSNESS

LIKE A BAD

DAY

THAT LASTS

A LIFETIME

WHAT AM I

HERE FOR

WHY DO I

DO THIS

WHAT'S THE

FUCKING POINT

THE MORE SENSE I MAKE

THE LESS SENSE I MAKE

I AM

BEWILDERED

LIKE A FERN

IN THE DESERT

I AM QUITE

POINTLESS

QUITE

INAPPROPRIATE

Bobby Jameson

LONG ROAD HOME

LONG ROAD HOME

SEEMS SO FAR AWAY

LAY DOWN EACH MISERY

COME HOME TO STAY

LOAD OF OLD COTTON

ROLLIN' ALONG

MAKE ME A SOFT BED

AND SING ME A SONG

BEEN ON THIS ROAD

MOST OF MY YEARS

LEFT A LONG TRAIL

OF OLD DRIED UP TEARS

GO DOWN VIRGINIA

STAY FOR AWHILE

NOTHIN' EXCITES ME

BUT YOU MAKE ME SMILE

LONG ROAD HOME

SOMEDAY I'LL FIND

JUST KEEP ON WALKIN'

THIS ROAD WILL UNWIND

Bobby Jameson June 1, 2009

THE MUSIC BUSINESS

BLACK GASH

THE WHITE OF MY EYE

RECORD BUSINESS

HOPED I'D DIE

ABE SOMER AND

RANDY WOOD

THEY NEVER DID

ME NO GOOD

BASTARD ALBUM

NOT MY NAME

HE IS ME

AND ME'S THE SAME

REB FOSTER

ON THE RADIO

PLAY YOUR SONG

IF YOU GOT THE DOUGH

TONY ALAMO

A THIEF IN WHITE

STOLE THE MOON

IN THE BLACK OF NIGHT

HE'S THE MAN

WHO PLAYED THE BOSS

STOLE THE NAILS

FROM CHRIST'S OWN CROSS

DEAL A MEAL

AND DOUBLE DEALING

CALL IT WHAT IT IS

IT'S STEALING

MAJOR LABELS

PIGS LIKE OINKING

SPREAD YOUR CHEEKS

AND TAKE A BOINKING

BMI AND

ASCAP RAPPING

BROWN-NOSE SNIFFERS

AFTER CRAPPING

BOUGHT YOUR HOUSE

UP IN THE HILLS

WITH SOME POOR SUCKER'S

DOLLAR BILLS

CUT AND DRY

IT ISN'T ISNESS

IT'S THE FUCKING

MUSIC BUSINESS

BUILT ON LIES

AND QUID PROQUO

I LIVED TO TELL

THE THINGS I KNOW

ARTISTS FED THEIR

DRUG OF CHOICE

KEEP EM SINGING

SELL THE VOICE

COOK EM BOOK EM

MAKE THE BREAD

YOU DON'T CARE

IF THEY END UP DEAD

ANALOG SCHMANALOG

NONE THE WISER

RUN IT THROUGH

THE DIGITIZER

MUSIC NOW

IS JUST A SHAM

COMPUTER LOOTERS

SHIT PROGRAM

NOT MUCH REAL

IS BEING MADE

VIDS AND BOOTY

GETTING LAID

MTV

ANNIHILATED

STANDS FOR

MY TUNE'S VIOLATED

GRUBLISH SNUBLISH

WE CAN PUBLISH

ALL THIS SHIT

LIKE IT IS RUBLISH

SORRY IF YOU'RE

FEELIN' DISSED

GO FUCK YOURSELF

CAUSE I AM PISSED

Bobby Jameson

YESTERDAY'S TOMORROWS

I PEEL AWAY

MY SKIN

LAYER BY LAYER

THROUGH

THE TEARS

AND SHRIEKS

OF PAIN

HOW MUCH

DO I HAVE TO LOSE

OF MYSELF

HOW MANY

HUMILIATING

MOMENTS

TO ENDURE

I AM LIKE

BROKEN GLASS

LAID OUT

ON A CITY SIDEWALK

BUSY PASSERS-BY

GLANCE DOWN

IN MY DIRECTION

I AM A

HUMAN SIDESHOW

NOTHING MORE

THAN A

PENNY ARCADE

OF MISERY

CALLING OUT FOR LOVE

YOU CANNOT

HOLD ME

IN YOUR HANDS

LEST MY

BROKEN PIECES

CUT YOUR

SOFT SKIN

I AM ALONE

ALONE IN A

CIRCULAR

HELL

OF TODAYS

VERSION

OF YESTERDAY

THE PAST

VERSUS

THE FUTURE

THE MIRROR

REFLECTING

MY PUZZLE PIECES

IN REVERSE

SO MY LEFT

IS RIGHT

AND RIGHT

IS LEFT

AND I AM

THAT I

MIGHT NOT BE

MY LOVE

IS MY PAIN

MY PAIN

IS MY LOVE

MY PAST IS MY PRESENT

AND MY TODAYS

ARE YESTERDAY'S TOMORROWS

Bobby Jameson

MY BROTHER

CRYING

IN THE NIGHT

AND DAY

I WAIT FOR YOU

AS ALWAYS

BUT YOU

DO NOT COME

YOU WHO ARE

MY OTHER ME

WHO STUMBLE

THROUGH

EACH TROUBLED DAY

YOU

DO NOT ARRIVE

I SEE NO SIGNS

OF YOU

EMPTY

WATER BOTTLES

THAT DO NOT GATHER

ARTICLES LEFT

DO NOT MOVE

EVERYTHING

IS FROZEN

IN IT'S RESTING PLACE

AS IF THE WORLD

STOPPED

BECAUSE YOU

ARE NOT HERE

COME BACK

BILLY

PLEASE COME BACK

TO ME

I MISS YOU SO

AND

I LOVE YOU

Robert Parker Jameson Apr 26, 2009

DESTINY

I WOULD WRITE

BUT MY MIND IS BLANK

I TRIED TO SING

BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND

I WALKED TO

THE END OF THE ROAD

AND A STRANGER ASKED

WHO I WAS

NO ONE

I SAID

I AM NO ONE

IN PARTICULAR

JUST A TRAVELER

IN SEARCH

OF MY

DESTINY

DESTINY

OR FATE

ASKED THE STRANGER

IS THERE A DIFFERENCE

I REPLIED

I WALKED ON

AND IN THE SKY

I NOTICED A BIRD

FLYING BACKWARDS

WHY ARE YOU

FLYING BACKWARDS

I YELLED

TO AVOID

MY DESTINY

ANSWERED THE BIRD

AND WHAT IS

YOUR DESTINY

I ASKED

DEATH

HE CRIED

I WANT TO

LIVE FOREVER

Bobby Jameson June 2009

WHO ENTERS IN

CROSS CUT SAW BLADE

RIPS AND TEARS

FACE A WOODEN

BLANK THAT STARES

CHILD INSIDE

CAN PLAY ONCE MORE

IF THE GUARD

IS AT THE DOOR

PEOPLE COME

WITH TWISTED LIPS

WORDS LIKE BLOOD

ON FINGERTIPS

LIES OF SMILES

ARE STACKED WITH NUMBERS

BY THE GUARD

WHO NEVER SLUMBERS

LEAN LIKE STEEL

CABLE STANDING

CARBON GRAY

THE GUARD DEMANDING

EVERY NAME

AND LINE OF FACE

OF THOSE WHO DARE

TO FIND THIS PLACE

SACRED CHILD

WITH DIAMOND KNIFE

PROTECTED BY

THE GUARD'S OWN LIFE

HE KNOWS EACH HEART

THAT COMES TO CALL

ALLOWS OR DISALLOWS

THEM ALL

FROM SEEING THE CHILD

OR FEEL IT'S LIGHT

THE GUARD ALONE

DECIDES THEIR PLIGHT

AS EACH ONE LIVES

THEIR BRAND OF SIN

THE GUARD DECIDES

WHO ENTERS IN

Robert Parker Jameson

TURNED AWAY

THIS DAY...
THIS
HELLISH DAY
GRABBED ME
UPON AWAKENING
AND TRIED TO
KILL ME

IT GAVE
NOTHING
BUT STOLE
WHAT LITTLE
I HAD
SHOOK ME
LAUGHED AT ME...

THERE WAS
NO ONE...
NO ONE
I COULD
TURN TO
I AM LOST
CRYING...

SCORNED
FOR NEEDING
ANYTHING
TURNED AWAY
WITHOUT A
SINGLE SIP
OF WATER...

Bobby Jameson Jan 11, 2011