MY WEARINESS AMAZES ME......

SECLUDED MORNING

MYSTERY OF LIFE...

OF DEATH

AND BEYOND

BOB DYLAN'S LINE

MY WEARINESS

AMAZES ME

I'M BRANDED ON

MY FEET

IS CLEAR AS A BELL...

STANDING ALONE

I AM AMAZED AT
MY OWN WEARINESS

I HAVE WORKED

ALL MY LIFE

AND STILL WONDER

WHY I BOTHERED

BUT IN TRUTH

I WAS COMPELLED

FAR BEYOND THE

REALM OF CHOICE

I HAD LITTLE TO DO

WITH IT

EVEN NOW AS I

WRITE THESE WORDS...

Bobby Jameson Dec 1, 2009

THE 60'S A POEM by Bobby Jameson

IT WAS 1966

AS I WALKED ALONG

SUNSET BLVD

IN THE HAZY

SUNLIT AFTERNOON

TOWARD THE

HAMBURGER HAMLET

FOR A BEER

THE SIDEWALKS

WERE WELL TRAVELED

THEN AND FRIENDLY

INQUISITIVE FACES

GREETED YOU

WITH THEIR EYES

AND SMILES

A PARADISE NOW LOST

PAISLEY PATTERNS
AND RIBBON SHIRTS

BEADS AND BANGLES

GALORE

CLINKED AND CLATTERED

FAINTLY

IN THE WARM BREEZE

OF WEST HOLLYWOOD

IN THE BACKGROUND

THE SOUND OF

JOHNNY RIVERS

DOING AN

AFTERNOON SET

AT THE WHISKY A GO GO

LURING IN

THE STEADY FOOT TRAFFIC

THE RICH AND FAMOUS

MIXED EASILY

WITH THE

STREET PEOPLE

AND FLOWER CHILDREN

THE BARRIERS OF CLASS

TEMPORARILY

DROPPING AWAY

IN THIS DREAM WORLD

OF LOVE AND PEACE

HAND MADE CRAFTS

WERE LIKE GOLD

SOUGHT OUT BY THOSE

EAGER TO FIT INTO

THE WILD WHIMSY

OF THE TIMES

THE SUNSET STRIP

A PATHWAY TO

HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS

AND LOVE

A DOORWAY TO HEAVEN

AS IT VISITED EARTH

BRIEFLY IN THE 60'S

Bobby Jameson Oct 17, 2009

CADILLAC REGRETS

I WALK ON

TILTED WALLS

LIKE AN

ARCHANGEL

FROM THE

PENNY ARCADE

OF MISERY...

SPIT SHINED

NICKELS

ADORN THE FLOOR

OF LAST RESORT

IN A VACATION PARADISE

FOR LOSERS

SINGLE HANDED

FAILURES

CASCADE FROM ABOVE

AND OUT THE

BACK DOOR

OF MY HEART...

THEY ARE
CADILLAC REGRETS
PARKED IN THE LOT

OF SADNESS

ON THE

WRONG SIDE

OF NOWHERE...

Bobby Jameson Oct 13, 2009

NOBODY'S DREAMBOAT

BLITZKRIEG MOMENTS

WITH MILITARY

PRECISION

SLAM MY HEAD

INTO THE SUN

CRIMSON FEELINGS

ADORN MY SLEEPLESS

FORM

AS IT WANDERS THE

HALLS OF INJUSTICE

SNAPDRAGON TONGUES

LICK MY WOUNDS

AND POUR ON

THE SALT

WITH A SMILE

FOR GOOD MEASURE

I AIN'T NOBODY'S

DREAMBOAT BABY

NOT LIKELY

I'M A SPUTTERING

REJECT

FROM THE 60'S

RUNNING AT

GLASS WALLS ON

A SUICIDE MISSION

FOR HELM'S BAKERY

AND ALL YOU CAN'T EAT

JACKSON POLLOCK

CAFETERIA STYLE

TODAY'S SPECIAL

SYLVIA PLATH

ON RICE

LET IT BLEED BOYS

THE COLOR RED

LOOKS GOOD

ON THE

INVISIBLE MAN

AIN'T NO HIGHER CALLING

THAN THE

END RESULT OF

A BAD BEGINNING

WE CAN'T ALL LOSE

SOMEBODY'S GOT

TO WIN

NO MATTER

HOW PAINFUL

IT IS

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009

LOST HIGHWAY

SOLITUDE

MOOD

LIKE NOTES

IN A ROOM FULL

OF HARMONIES

CORNER CAFE

AND A CUP A

PICK ME UP

SMOKE

ON THE

RUN

AN ALL NIGHTER

IN NASHVILLE

WITH ALL DAY

BLUES

IN

A TABLETOP

PARADISE

OF CADILLACS

AND PONTIACS

SEEIN THE WORLD

FROM A BACKSEAT

WHILE LIVIN FAST

ON THE

SLOW BURN

YOU DRINK AND

THINK

AND THERE'S

A FEELING

IN THE AIR

A PILL OR TWO

MAYBE MORE

YOU SOAR FOR

A MOMENT

AND LIVE

LIFE IN THE 50'S

ON THE

ROAD TO

RUIN

YOU'RE

HANK WILLIAMS

AND YOU'RE

TRAVELIN

ON THE

LOST HIGHWAY

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009 1:30AM

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

HURLING ART

AT THE WORLD

OF NON-BELIEVERS

BRILLIANT COLORS

IN A

BLACK AND WHITE

REALITY

CINEMATIC SENTENCES

AND PROLIFIC SPLASHES

OF GENIUS

WRONG WAY

THE RIGHT WAY

NO BRUSH

NO PEN

BUT EMOTIONS

SLAMMED AGAINST

THE PINK

UNDERBELLY

OF A CHURCH PEW

REALITY

BORN OUT OF

A NAKED LUNCH BOX

WITH BURROUGHS

EYES

AND BETTY DAVIS

KNUCKLES

JACKSON AND

JACK

P AND K

LIGHT YEARS

AHEAD

SOFTLY

WITH A KISS

WITH A FIST

WITH A

HEART

ON FIRE.....................

Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2009

AND ENDLESS BITS

WORDS

LIKE BULLETS

TEAR THE AIR

FIND THEIR MARK

AND BURY THERE

MEANINGS SLAM

AGAINST THE
MIND 

THEIR RESIDUES
THEY LEAVE BEHIND

LIKE COLORS THROWN

IN FURIED FITS

THE REDS

THE BLUES

AND ENDLESS BITS

OF SPLATTER

BLASTING

LIGHT AND HUE

A RAINBOW BURNING

IN THE DEW

AGAINST THE WILL

OF FRENZIED THOUGHT

A POINT OF VIEW

IS FINELY

WROUGHT

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009

THE BOULEVARD

I WALK

THE BOULEVARD

AT NIGHT...

BLACK LEATHER

MOMENTS

ARE TATTOOED

ON MY EYES

AND GARBAGE CAN

FEELINGS ARE

STRUNG LIKE LIGHTS

ACROSS MY SMILE

HURRY DOWN

AND

GET IT UP

CISCO

CAUSE PONCHO'S

ON A RAMPAGE

OF PITY

IN THE CITY OF SIN

WITH BAD LUCK

AND BEAUTY...

DO ME TWO

TIMES...

ROMEO RHYTHMS

AND PAISLY PARTS

SNAP LIKE

WHIP SPANKS

AND SPARKLES

NEAR THE MANHOLE

TO HELL

THE BOULEVARD WALK...

TAKLIN SHIT

TO THE SKY...

JUSTICE IS WHERE

YOU LOSE IT

AND FATE

IS A FATE

BETTER THAN DEATH...

YOU CAN'T BEAT

THE ODDS BUDDY

BUT KEEP ON TRYIN

DADDY-O

IT'S THE BOULEVARD...

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009

YOU SOLD IT I MADE IT

I WROTE IT

YOU STOLE IT

I SANG IT

YOU TOOK IT

I LIVE LIKE A DYING TREE

YOU STOLE IT

I WROTE IT

YOU TOOK IT

I SANG IT

NOTHING'S WHAT YOU GIVE TO ME

I MADE IT

YOU SOLD IT

I OWN IT

YOU HOLD IT

I'M STARVING RIGHT HERE ON YOUR STREET

YOU SOLD IT

I MADE IT

YOU HOLD IT

I OWN IT

MY MISERY NOW IS COMPLETE

Bobby Jameson Sep 2009

SILK IN THE WIND

PINNED TO CONCRETE

LIKE A CHRIST OF

ABSURDITY

A MILLSTONE AROUND

MY OWN NECK

YOU GET USED TO

THE PAIN

YOU HAVE TO

TO LIVE WITH IT

USED TO THE

LONELINESS OF BLACK

NOTHING

NOTHING BUT ME

TO TALK TO

WHERE THE FUCK

ARE YOU GOD

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

I WRITE BECAUSE I

CAN

IT'S ALL I DO

IT'S ALL I HAVE

I DON'T CARE WHAT

I WRITE

I JUST WRITE TO

BURN OFF THE MISERY

SYLVIA PLATH UNDERSTOOD

SHE LIVED AND DIED

WHERE I AM

SHE WROTE

AND COMMITTED SUICIDE

I LIKE HER WRITING

I LIKED HER WILL

HER DARKNESS

AND HER LOVE

SHE IS GONE BUT

HER WORDS

ARE HERE

WITH MY WORDS

MINGLED LIKE SILK

IN THE WIND

LAREDO

AS I WALKED OUT

IN THE STREETS

OF LAREDO

I SAID

WHAT THE FUCK

AM I DOING HERE?

MANY PEOPLE

ANSWERED IN UNISON

I DON'T KNOW

THEY SAID

WHY DON'T

YOU LEAVE?

I WAS GOING TO

I SAID

UNTIL YOU SAID

LEAVE

NOW I'M GOING

TO STAY HERE

JUST TO

PISS YOU OFF

Bobby Jameson Aug 24, 2009

WINTER HERE ALL SUMMER LONG

I FIND I HAVE NO ANSWERS

TO THE QUESTIONS THAT I ASK

NO RHYME OR ANY REASON

FOR MY SOLITARY TASK

I WAIT HERE IN THE TWILIGHT

I KNOW NOW WHAT WENT WRONG

CAUSE IT'S BEEN JUST LIKE WINTER HERE

ALONE ALL SUMMER LONG

MAYBE IF I'D LISTENED MORE

TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY

YOU'D BE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW

INSTEAD OF GONE AWAY

I WISH I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS

BEFORE I WROTE THIS SONG

CAUSE IT'S BEEN JUST LIKE WINTER HERE

ALONE ALL SUMMER LONG

Bobby Jameson Aug 19, 2009

MY HEART IS A ROAD ON THE WALL

I CRY IN THE NIGHT

LIKE THE RAIN

I FALL FROM MY EYES

IT'S INSANE

AND NOTHING GOES ON

BUT THE PAIN

I CRY IN THE NIGHT

LIKE THE RAIN

MY EYES ARE LIKE WINDOWS

OF GLASS

I FALL FROM MY MOUTH

LIKE THE PAST

BUT THINGS THAT STILL HURT

ARE WHAT LAST

MY EYES ARE LIKE

WINDOWS OF GLASS

MY HEART IS A ROAD

ON THE WALL

I FALL FROM MY HANDS

LIKE A BALL

THERE'S NOBODY LEFT

I CAN CALL

MY HEART IS A ROAD

ON THE WALL

Bobby Jameson Aug 11, 2009

AMERICA'S JUNGLE

THE NEON BOULEVARDS

OF AMERICA'S JUNGLE

SMALL CITIES AND TOWNS

OF CRUEL HEARTS

WHERE I STOOD AGAINST

THE LIARS AND HYPOCRITES

WHO CARVED THEIR INSIGNIAS

IN THE FLESH OF THE EARTH

I CARRIED THE WOLF IN MY BONES

AND WALKED IN HIS FOOTPRINTS

HUNTING THE TONGUES OF LYING MOUTHS

AS THEY SANG FROM THE FALSE BOOK

I MET PEOPLE

WITH TWO FACES AND NO HEART

I SAW THEIR WORDS

WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THEIR FOREHEADS

I PASSED THEIR SHRINES

BUILT TO GLORIFY

THEIR IGNORANCE

AND DEAD LEADERS

I SAW THEIR FLAG

WHICH WAS MADE

FROM THE SKIN

OF THOSE THEY HAD KILLED

I WANDERED THEIR CITIES

BUILT ON THE DEATH OF FORESTS

AND BREATHED

THE POISON AIR

I SAW HONOR

THROWN IN THE GUTTERS OF PROFIT

AND HEARD LIARS PROCLAIM THEMSELVES

MORAL BEINGS

I SAW CHILDREN

CRUCIFIED BY RELIGION

AND TORMENTED

WITH SHAME

ALL THESE THINGS

I SAW AND HEARD

ON THE NEON BOULEVARDS

OF AMERICA'S JUNGLE

Bobby Jameson July 22, 2009

CARNIVORE DELUX

THE ANCIENT WOLF

THE MAGNIFICENT MISFIT

CARNIVORE DELUX

WITH EYES OF STEEL

THAT SEE IN DARK

AND CRAWL INSIDE A THING

TO FEAST ON

THE AROMA OF FEAR

I GIVE PRAISE TO YOU WOLF

I WALKED BESIDE YOU

IN THE HUNT

NESTLED IN THE LAIR

AGAINST YOUR STIFF COAT

AND TASTED

YOUR PREY

IN THE WIND

WHY DO I GO TO THE WORLD

OF MAN

LIVE WITH THEM

WHEN MY HEART

IS WITH YOU

TRACKING THE SCENT

OF THAT WHICH RUNS

IN EBONY BLACK

WHY IN MY HUMILIATION

DO I WALK THE

CONCRETE JUNGLES OF MAN

WHOSE SHARP TEETH ARE IN

THEIR LIES

AND WHOSE STRENGTH

IN POCKETS

OF FEAR THEY WEAR

WHAT MADNESS

HAVE I WROUGHT

ON MYSELF

TO INCARCERATE

MY SOUL

AS PRISONER

IN THEIR

DUNGEON OF DECEPTION

BLUEJAY

SOFTLY SINGING
TO THE BLUEJAY

WHO DECIDED
WE WERE FRIENDS

WHILE HE STANDS
AND LISTENS TO ME

SINGS ALONG AND
LOVE HE SENDS

LITTLE FEET THAT
HOLD HIM PROUDLY

TINY HEAD THAT
MOVES ABOUT

FEATHERS BLUE AND GREY
PLACED NEATLY

NOW AND THEN
HE'LL GIVE A SHOUT

MAYBE IT'S A
SHE NOT HE BIRD

MAYBE I DON'T
REALLY KNOW

JUST THAT IT COMES
CALLING ON ME

ALL THIS STARTED
YEARS AGO

WHEN I'M SAD AND
DEEPLY TROUBLED

STANDING UP
AGAINST THE PAIN

I WILL SEE MY
LITTLE BLUEJAY

BACK TO WISH
ME WELL AGAIN

Bobby Jameson July 18, 2009

THIS OLD PLACE

SHADOW WORLD

DUSTY NOW

EMPTY PAGES

ASKING HOW

BOOKCASE EYES

NOTEBOOK FACE

NO ONE COMES

TO THIS OLD PLACE

BROKEN PENCILS

DRIED UP PEN

WON'T YOU EVER

WRITE AGAIN

PAPER CLIPS

AND RUBBER BANDS

NOTHING TOUCHED

BY ARTIST'S HANDS

ROOM THAT CRIES

IN PAPER BITS

STUBBORN DRAWER

THAT NEVER FITS

FILES OF NOTHING

BUT THE PAST

THINGS ONCE NEW

THAT DIDN'T LAST

TWO OLD WINDOWS

THEY JUST STARE

AT EACH OTHER

NO ONE'S THERE

THEY KEEP WATCH

FOR THAT OLD FACE

BUT NO ONE COMES

TO THIS OLD PLACE

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 28, 2009

BEAUTY LIKE NO OTHER

SUBTLE RAIN

UPON MY FACE

MY HEART

IS TIRED OF CARING

WHERE IS ALL

THE PRECIOUS GRACE

OF WE

WHO ARE DESPAIRING

YELLOW SQUASH

I HOLD IN HAND

MY PLAN

A PAN WITH BUTTER

COOKING SLOWLY

HERE I STAND

WITH NO WORDS

LEFT TO UTTER

PINEY GREENS

AND CHILE BEANS

MELTED CHEESE

AND BACON

WISHED I KNEW

WHAT THIS ALL MEANS

THE BEST

HAVE ALL BEEN TAKEN

KITCHEN SMELLS

LIKE DINNER'S READY

MEALS

I EAT ALONE

GONE ARE GIRLS

WHO ONCE WERE STEADY

LADIES

I HAVE KNOWN

RAIN IS TAPPING

ON THE GLASS

ASKING ME

TO LISTEN

NATURE'S SIMPLE

HOLY MASS

EACH CRYSTAL DROP

DOTH GLISTEN

LOVERS LONG GONE

FROM MY ARMS

NO ONE

TO HAVE OR HOLD

MISSING ALL

THEIR PLEASANT CHARMS

I SIT HERE

GROWING OLD

IF BY CHANCE

I GET THE CHANCE

TO KISS

AND TOUCH ANOTHER

I WILL LET

MYSELF ROMANCE

THAT BEAUTY

LIKE NO OTHER

Bobby Jameson Apr 6, 2009

DREAM UNTIL CREATED

LOOKING BETWEEN

THE PIECES OF MYSELF

THE STEEL BEAMS

OF SELF DECEPTION

AND REFLECTION

CRAWLING IN AND OUT

OF THE LINES

OF BEGINNING AND END

SPLIT BETWEEN

LIGHT AND DARK

SAFETY DOES NOT EXIST

BUT IN THE MIND

LIKE A PROMISE

EVER KEPT

UNTIL BROKEN

THE ALPHA AND OMEGA

OF TRUST

SINGED BY REALITY

KILLED BY TREACHERY

AND REBORN

LIKE THE PHOENIX

LIVING IN THE STONE ITSELF

A VIEW OUT

BEING THE THING

YOU DREAM

UNTIL CREATED

CAST LIKE A GOLDEN STATUE

ON THE FACE

OF GOD

SEEING

THE THING THOUGHT

AS COMPLETE

Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009

NOSE HAIR

LIME GREEN SKY

WITH TURQUOISE STARS

LOOKING DOWN

ON A PURPLE LANDSCAPE

OF MONKEY BUTT TREES

I IN MY LACK OF CORRESPONDING ABSURDITY

CRAWL INTO A SLEEPING PLACE

FOR A WINK AND A NOD

WHAT TREACHERY LAY AHEAD

WHAT SLEEPING WILLOW WACK

WILL I MEET ON LAZY STREET

THESE ARE THE PONDERINGS

OF AN OAF BEATLE

THIS IS THE WICKED WIZARD'S

BABBLING BEASTOCTOMY

I IN NO WAY ADMIT TO ANYTHING

PERPETRATED BY HOOLIGANS AND PIMPTRESSES

BUT I WILL AGREE

TO WAX ALL FORM OF NOSE HAIR

BEFORE DINNER AND LUNCH

Bobby Jameson Apr 13, 2009

A PROPHET'S SIGHING

UPSIDE DOWN

AND DOUBLE JOINTED

HE WHO CLAIMS

THAT HE'S ANOINTED

COULD IT BE

A PROPHET'S SIGHING

WHEN ARE WORDS

TURNED INTO LYING

SEE THE WATCHER

AT THE GATE

OF CROOKED LINES

THAT ARE NOT STRAIGHT

WHISPER TO THE
MOON AND STARS

COME AND TOUCH

HIS HOLY SCARS

BREATHE THE BREATH

AND SEE THE EYES

NOW BE DONE

WITH COMPROMISE

BRING YOUR SWOARD
TO SACRED BATTLE

VICTORY OVER DEATH

DOTH RATTLE...

Bobby Jameson Apr 18, 2009

THINGS I SEE

BLACK CHERRY TREES

SET AGAINST A COTTON FENCE

CHILDREN WEARING CANDY

LAUGHING AT THE WIND

GOLDEN BIRDS FLYING

IN SILVER SKIES

SINGING NOTES OUT

OF THEIR WINGS

GREEN GRASS OF EMERALD

RISING LIKE MATCHSTICKS

IN THE MOLASSES MORNING

OF WAKENING DREAMS

I HAVE NOT MISSED THE BEAUTY

IT LIVES IN MY HEART

LIKE A CHILD IN IT'S MOTHER'S ARMS

THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE

TOSSED SALAD ON A REDWOOD WORLD

MUSHROOMS IN A FRYING PAN

HOT BREAD ON A CHILLY DAY

LEAVES ON A STILL POND

LIKE TINY SHIPS FROM HEAVEN

COME TO THE PROMISED LAND

COME TO THE HEARTS OF PARADISE

WHERE GOODNESS LIVES

THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE

AND FEEL

AND LOVE

AND NEED

Bobby Jameson Mar 24, 2009

A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES

DEATH AFTER LIFE

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT

THE BIG SLEEP

WHICH IS NOT REALLY A SLEEP AT ALL

IT'S WHERE THEY AWARD YOU

ALL YOUR MERIT BADGES

FOR GOING THROUGH

ALL THIS TWICE

HELL I DIDN'T LIKE

GOING THROUGH IT ONCE

I DIDN'T WIN ANY BADGES EITHER

BADGES I DON'T NEED NO STINKING BADGES

THE ONLY THING ANY GOOD

ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING CALLED LIFE

WAS BEANY AND CECIL

AND CAPTAIN HUFF-N-PUFF

LIFE AFTER DEATH

DEATH AFTER LIFE

I JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT

A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES

BIG ENOUGH TO LIE DOWN ON

AS I CRUISE THE BLVD.

AND CHECK OUT THE DAMES

AND ALL THOSE MANHOLE COVERS

Bobby Jameson Apr 9, 2009

FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY

MINGLING JINGLING

SINGLING SONG

I'M JUST WINGIN' IT

WALKIN' ALONG

I'M TOO PLEASED

FOR MUCH TO GO WRONG

WITH MY MINGLING JINGLING SONG

FUMBLING BUMBLING

STUMBLING DAY

I CAN'T SEEM

TO GET OUTTA MY WAY

BETTER I STAY

OUT HERE AND PLAY

WITH MY FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY

Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009

AN LA HEART ATTACK

PUDDLE BUSTIN

AND THE SLIPPY SLIDE

THAT'S FOR ME PARD

A ROY ROGER'S VACATION

ON THE

PRUNE RIDE

DANCIN' WITH BULLET

AND RUNNING FROM NELLE BELL

UPPITY UPS AND

SAGEBRUSH BEAUTIES

SLOBBERIN' COCA COLAS

AT ROUNDUP TIME

AND A HANKERIN'

FOR A SHOT

OF MESMERIZING PIE

HOT DOGGY

IT'S SMOKES IN A BOX

WITH WAFFLE BUTTS

AND BEER NUTS

WHO CARES

IF IT MAKE

NO SENSE

NONE OF THIS

MAKES SENSE

SENSIBLE IS A

COMMON DENOMINATOR

COMMON SENSE IS

AN UNCOMMON DENOMINATOR

I'M STRUNG OUT ON

WOOLY PADS

AND FANDANGO CHIPS

IT'S AN LA HEART ATTACK...

Bobby Jameson July 2009

THE LEFT HAND OF GOD

I ON THE LEFT HAND OF GOD

ROLLING ON THE HIGHWAY

OF DICE

MOONBEAM EYEBALLS

AND CRANBERRY LIPS

THAT SPIT WORDS

LIKE JACKSON POLLOCK

PAINTS

CANOE FACES AND BLOODSHOT

THOUGHTS

RACE LIKE CHURCH GOERS

TO THE SLAUGHTER

OF THOUGHT

WHERE PRINCES ARE DEVILS

IN A BOOK

OF ENDS

I ON THE LEFT HAND OF GOD

SALUTE THE LOSERS

OF LUCK

THEIR LEATHER FACES

AND PAPER DESKS

WHERE THINGS OF VALUE

DISAPPEAR INTO AN

EPIC STRUGGLE OVER NOTHING

I PURSUE THE LOST AND

UNFOUND

BLASTING MY WAY

INTO SILENCE

HOLDING A PURPLE

STAR

I SIT

AT THE LEFT HAND OF GOD

Bobby Jameson 2009

IN DIRTY MOTELS

KILL MY BODY

KILL MY SOUL

CUT ME SLACK

THEN COVER THE HOLE

BEAT ME BLOODY

BUT LOVE MY HEART

NOT EVEN DEATH

CAN KEEP US APART

ROCK ME BABY

LOVE ME TO DEATH

KISS BOTH MY EYES

WITH YOUR LAST DYING BREATH

ROLL ME AND TWIST ME

BREATHE ON MY SKIN

WHEN IT'S ALL OVER

THEN DO ME AGAIN

DONE ME AND DO ME

THEN RIDE ME AROUND

THROW ME AND THREW ME

AND MAKE ALL THOSE SOUNDS

LIKE ANIMAL PICTURES

THAT CRAWL ON THE WALLS

IN DIRTY MOTELS

AND LONG LONELY HALLS

Bobby Jameson 2008

THE LOVE THAT CAME

SADNESS KNOWS

NO ONE SO WELL

AS THOSE WHO HAVE

NO ONE TO TELL

THEIR SECRETS TO

THEIR LOVES AND DREAMS

THEIR LONELINESS

AND HOW IT SCREAMS

LOVELY THOUGHTS

OF GARDEN'S GLORY

LIFT THEMSELVES

INTO EACH STORY

TOUCHING WHERE

NO ONE HAS BEEN

WHISPERING WORDS

FROM LYING MEN

WHY DID SHE FALL

IN BELIEVING

LIPS THAT SPOKE

TO HER DECEIVING

PROMISED LOVE

THAT NEVER BLOOMED

GENTLE PETALS

FINELY DOOMED

GLASS LIKE FEELINGS

ALL HAVE SHATTERED

LIPS OF SMILES

NOW GONE AND SCATTERED

LEFT LIKE LEAVES

ON AUTUMN'S DAY

THE LOVE THAT CAME

THEN WENT AWAY...

Bobby Jameson May 12, 2008

FROM HER LIPS

SHE UNLIKE

THE WORLD SHE WALKS

UNLIKE THE SAVAGE

STINGING HAWKS

OF DAGGER THRUSTS

THAT SOME WOULD WIELD

SHE MORE LIKE

THE FLOWERED FIELD

DESPERATE DAYS

OF OTHER'S QUEST

SHE SEEKS PEACE

AND LOVING REST

AGAINST THE TREACHERY

OF LIES

SHE SEES WORTH

INSIDE YOUR EYES

SOFTLY GRACEFUL

MOVES AS FLYING

SHE CAN HEAR

A LOCUST CRYING

TOUCH A BIRD

AND GIVE IT BREATH

WALKS BETWEEN

EACH LIFE AND DEATH

CRAWLS INSIDE

A SIMPLE STONE

SPEAKS TO WATER

AS HER OWN

AND LIFTS THE AIR

WITH FINGER TIPS

UTTERS MAGIC

FROM HER LIPS...

Bobby Jameson May 11, 2008

A LIVING STONE

OUT ALONG

THE BOULEVARD

LIFE IS SHORT

AND TWICE AS HARD

WHERE LIVING STONES

WILL HIDE EACH LIE

DISCARDED THERE

FOR PASSERSBY

MIRROR SKIES

REFLECT OURSELVES

LIKE PLATES AND CUPS

ALL STACKED ON SHELVES

WE PRETEND

TO LAUGH AND SMILE

WHILE DYING INSIDE

AND STANDING TRIAL

MAKE BELIEVING

WE ARE FREE

DRINKING WINE

AND SIPPING TEA

OR MAYBE SIP

THE WINE INSTEAD

I'M NEVER SURE

OF WHAT WE SAID

LITTLE BISCUITS

FOR A MEAL

TOUCHED TO LIPS

OF COLD ROLLED STEEL

DAINTY BITES

INTO YOUR SOUL

KILLER EYES

AND DICE THAT ROLL

SUSHI BARS

ALONG THE WAY

WHERE LOSERS GATHER

JUST TO PLAY

CHAMPAGNE BRUNCHES

CRYSTAL GLASS

AT SUPPER TIME

THEY PAT YOUR ASS

COGNAC SMILES

AND SEXY TALK

HANDS THAT LIKE

TO TAKE A WALK

SOME TOGETHER

SOME ALONE

WILL JUST BECOME

A LIVING STONE

Bobby Jameson JUNE 4, 2008

COSMIC DREAMIES

WILLOW WEEPS

SUCH TEARS LIKE BLEEDING

NEVER FINDING

WHAT SHE'S NEEDING

IVY CRAWLS

AROUND EACH CORNER

OF HER DREAMS

THAT DIED AND MOURN HER

SEPARATE TIMES

AND SEPARATE PLACES

DANCING GAZE

OF MYSTERY FACES

SHE CAN CALL

ON ALL HER SADNESS

REALIZE HER

LONELY MADNESS

DIMNESS IN

EACH EYE OF LOATHING

SEEN IN CHOICES

OF HER CLOTHING

CANNOT STAND

SOME MORE BAD NEWS

SHE HIDES HERSELF

IN HIGH HEELED SHOES

SHE'S THE ANGEL

COME TO FETCH YOU

BACK TO ALL

THE THINGS THAT GET YOU

AMPLIFIED

IN ALL DIRECTIONS

NOTHING SHORT

OF HER PERFECTIONS

COSMIC DREAMIES

ON THE CEILING

SHADOW SINGS

TO EMPTY FEELING

THOUGHTS OF LOVE

AND THOUGHTS OF HATE

HER FURNITURE

WILL LEVITATE

SPINS THE SPIDER

SPIN THE SILK

AND NEVER SPILLS

THE MOTHER'S MILK

OF WISDOM'S MORSEL

ALL SHE'S GIVING

YOU FOR FREE

TO KEEP ON LIVING

Robert Parker Jameson April 30, 2008

BIG SPOKE WHEEL

TURNED ON HEAVY

RIDIN OUT ALONG THE HIGHWAY

LIKE THE SUNDANCE TWO WHEEL KID

DIG ME MAMA

I'M A WHITE LINE TELEPHONE

PICKET FENCE DANCER

LORD THE DUAL HEADED SPOKE WHEEL SKID

GOOD GOD THE DUAL HEADED SPOKE WHEEL SKID

I'M A BAD DUDE RIDER

DIG THE GRAVEL CRUSHER MAMA

DOIN THE BOOGIE ON MY HANDLE BARS

NOW LISTEN TO ME

I'M THE BLACKTOP BOOGIE MAN

CHAIN WHEEL DRIVER

MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR

MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR

SPOKE WHEEL SPINNIN LIKE A WINDMILL MAMA

DANCIN IN THE SUN

RIDE LIKE A WILD MAN

TWO WHEEL COWBOY MAMA

TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE

NO MAMA

SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE

NOW LISTEN TO ME

SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE

I'M A CONCRETE CHOPPER

DIG IT CAPTAIN AMERICA

YA GOT TO RIDE UM LIKE YOU FEEL

NOW DIG ME MAMA

A HIGHWAY MOTIVATOR

AND A HELL BENT ANGEL

JUST A RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL NOW LISTEN TO IT

JUST RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL

Bobby Jameson 1969 lyrics to "Big Spoke Wheel"

SKETCHED THE SKY

THE EAGLE CRIES

THE CANYON CALLS

THE DANCE OF FLIGHT

ALONG ROCK WALLS

GRACEFUL WINGS

THAT RIDE THE WIND

ABOVE THE RIVER'S

WINDING BEND

CUT FROM STONE

BY WATER'S ROAR

HERE SINCE THEN

FOR EVER MORE

THE CANYON LIVES

THE EAGLE SPEAKS

IT'S HEART ALONG

MAJESTIC PEAKS

WHAT WAS GOD

THAT SKETCHED THE SKY

IN COLORS OF

THE EAGLE'S CRY

Bobby Jameson July 9, 2009

THIS WICKED PLACE

SPIKE IN HANDS

SPIKE IN FEET

HUNG LIKE WOOD

IN PAIN SO SWEET

GARBLED WORDS

LIKE LOVE AND FRIEND

BLOOD SOAKED DAYS

THE BITTER END

PIERCE THE FLESH

OF THIS A FOOL

STANDING ON

A WHIRLPOOL

OF LIFE AND DEATH

AND THAT BETWEEN

OF WHICH IS NOT

AND WHAT IS SEEN

PAIN THAT TAKES

YOU TO A PLACE

WHERE SCORN IS WRITTEN

ON YOUR FACE

TEARS OF BLOOD

MAY MEND YOUR SOUL

BUT DESTINY

CAN MAKE YOU WHOLE

WILL YOU STAND

AGAINST YOURSELF

AND BLINDLY FOLLOW

SOMEONE ELSE

TO DEATH'S OWN DOOR

WHERE NONE CAN LEAVE

THAT PLACE WHERE WOMEN

STAND AND GRIEVE

MOTHERS SISTERS

DO NOT TERRY

HERE FOR LONG

WHERE NOTHING MERRY

RISES UP

TO MEET THE DAWN

OF LIFE UNBORN

THAT MUST GO ON

BE MY LOVE

AND TASTE MY SKIN

WRAP YOURSELF

INSIDE MY SIN

CLEAN MY WOUNDS

AND AND TOUCH MY FACE

AND LET US LEAVE

THIS WICKED PLACE.

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 19, 2009

HEART OF A WARRIOR

BORDER TOWN

ANCIENT HISTORY

SUNSET ON THE MESA

AND A LONG SMOKE

GERONIMO WAS HERE

HIS SPIRIT SPEAKS TO ME

HIS WEAPONS

LOST IN THE SAND

LIKE MEXICAN SILVER

LIKE APACHE BLOOD

PURIFIED BY THE
CALL OF A HAWK

LET THOSE WITH MAGIC

LIFT THE HEART OF A WARRIOR

TO THE SUN

AND SET FIRE TO HISTORY

Bobby Jameson June 15, 2009

THE WOLF

ALONE

IN THE NIGHT OF NIGHTS

STARS TOSSED LIKE DIAMONDS

ACROSS THE BLACK VELVET SKY

THE WOLF WATCHES

EYES GLITTERING

LIKE MOONLIGHT

ON NEW SILVER

THE GRASS STANDS

AS STILL AS FROZEN STEEL

THERE

IN THE MESMERIZING

DEAD ONYX VEIL

COMES THE WARM BREATH

OF A TIMELESS GLARE

LIVING

FOR NOTHING ELSE

THE WOLF DINES ON ANTICIPATION

FOR THAT WHICH IS

AND THAT WHICH SHALL BE NO MORE

Bobby Jameson feb 8, 2009

JUNKIE JESUS

JESUS SAID TO MARY

MY CONNECTION GOT LOST

I BEEN HANGIN ROUND HERE WAITIN

FOR A FIX ON THE CROSS

MARRY COULD YOU GET ME

JUST A LINE OF COCAINE

ANYTHING TO GET ME OFF

CAUSE HONEY I'M GOING INSANE

(chorus)

DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET

JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME IN TO THE HEAT

WELL MARY SAID TO JESUS

YOU'RE A MAIN LININ FOOL

I'M TRYIN TO SCORE YOU SOMETHIN' HONEY

BUT PEOPLE AIN'T COOL

EVER SINCE YOU GOT BUSTED

EVERYBODY'S TERRIFIED

THEY SAY THEY DON'T KNOW THE JUNKIE

WHO GOT CRUCIFIED

(chorus)

DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET

JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME IN TO THE HEAT

WELL JESUS SAID TO MARRY

MY CONNECTION IS HERE

IT'S BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

WITH A FIX FOR ME DEAR

I'M TIRED OF THESE NAILS

I HOPE THAT DEATH WILL COME SOON

BUT TILL IT DOES BE AN ANGEL MARY

AND HEAT UP THE SPOON

(chorus)

DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET

JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME INTO THE HEAT

WELL MARY SMILED AT JESUS

WHILE SHE OPENED HIS VEIN

WITH A NEEDLE WHILE HE MURMURED

FATHER AM I INSANE

IS THIS HEAVEN IS IT HELL

OR AM I JUST LOST

FOREVER AS THE JUNKIE

SON OF GOD ON A CROSS

(chorus)

DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET

JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME INTO THE HEAT

Bobby Jameson 1970

EMPTY HANDS

GONE THE SUMMER'S

CRIMSON CAST

GONE THE THING

SHE HOPED WOULD LAST

NOTHING NOW

BUT MEMORIES

FALLEN LOW

LIKE AUTUMN LEAVES

HERE THE CHILL

OF DISTANT EYES

CAUGHT INSIDE

HER COMPROMISE

LOVE THAT WAS

IS LOVE NOW DIM

HE IS JUST

ANOTHER HIM

THE LONG PARADE

OF NAMES AND FACES

HISTORY OF

THE TIMES AND PLACES

GOOD AND BAD DAYS

ALWAYS ENDED

THROWN AWAY

AND UNATTENDED

LIFE IS CARELESS

SOMETIMES CHEAP

REGRETS HER VOW

SHE COULDN'T KEEP

PATTERNS CIRCLE

IN THE SANDS

OF LOVE NOW GONE

FROM EMPTY HANDS

Robert Parker Jameson Dec 10, 2008

THE PLACES, TIMES, AND THE PEOPLE

SO MANY THINGS TO REMEMBER

AND SO MANY MORE TO FORGET

AND ALL THAT I REMEMBER

IS ALL THAT I'M TRYING TO FORGET

THE PLACES TIMES AND THE PEOPLE

A TANGLE OF MISFORTUNE I HAVE FOUND

LORD THE EAGLE CRIES HIGH ABOVE THE STEEPLE

TO THE PLACES TIMES AND PEOPLE ON THE GROUND

WHEN WILL THE PEOPLE

GO WHERE THEY'RE GOIN'

WHEN WILL THEY ALL COME BACK

THE PLACES THEY GO TO

THE TIME THAT IT TAKES THEM

MAYBE THEY'LL NEVER COME BACK

STANDIN' LOOKIN' OUT OF MY WINDOW

THE RAIN IS LIKE THE TEARDROPS I HAVE CRIED

LORD THERE'S NOTHIN' BUT A ROOM AND A WINDOW

AND THE TIMES IN THE PAST I HAVE TRIED

THE PLACES TIMES AND THE PEOPLE

A TANGLE OF MISFORTUNE I HAVE FOUND

AND THE EAGLE CRIES HIGH ABOVE THE STEEPLE

TO THE PLACES TIMES AND PEOPLE ON THE GROUND

Robert Parker Jameson 1966-67

DOLLS

FROZEN BIRD

IN FLAMING SKY

OF FIRE AND ICE

THIS BIRD WILL CRY

SILVER TEARS

FROM ONYX EYES

SHE'LL NEVER LAND

SHE ALWAYS FLIES

MELTING SUN

AND FROZEN MOON

SONGS THAT PLAY

BUT OUT OF TUNE

ON DIAMOND KEYS

A CRYSTAL SPOON

LIFE WILL ALWAYS

END TOO SOON

MATCHBOOK LIES

ON TILTED WALLS

VOICES SILENCED

MAKE NO CALLS

DEATH IS LOST

IN ENDLESS HALLS

BY CHILDREN WHO

JUST PLAY WITH DOLLS

Bobby Jameson Apr 18, 2009

SEE YOU IN MY DREAMIES

FULL MOON NIGHT

LIKE BRIGHTLY THUNDER

UNDER BLACK SKIES

CLOUDED PORCH

I CAN LOVE YOU

IN MY MADNESS

SADNESS

LIGHTS ME LIKE A TORCH

FIRE FLYING

ALWAYS EYEING

THINGS LIKE FACES

LIT BY SPARK

I CAN NEED YOU

IN MY CRAZY

LIFE IMAGINED

DAYS SO DARK

BLEAK UNHINGED ME

BURNT ME STINGY

CHANCE TO DANCE

WITH WOLVES AGAIN

I CAN'T FIGHT YOU

I'VE NO RIGHT TO

YOU'RE MY ONE

AND ONLY FRIEND

MUD FOR MINDSET

LIVE THE SUNSET

TIME TO DOODLE

EVER LAST

I CAN'T LOSE YOU

DIDN'T CHOOSE TO

ALL MY YESTERDAYS

HAVE PASSED

HEAVEN SHRINKING

BLINKING HELL SPOT

TOWERS HIGH

ABOVE MY SOUL

I JUST SEE YOU

IN MY DREAMIES

AS THE HALF

THAT MAKES ME WHOLE

Bobby Jameson June 14, 2008

LITTLE BIRD

LITTLE BIRD

BROKEN WINGS

EYES OF SAD

NO VOICE THAT SINGS

WHERE ARE YOU

IN HEAVEN'S PLAN

ABANDON IN

THE SPACE OF MAN

LITTLE BODY

SPIRIT STRONG

WILL PEOPLE EVER

SAY THEY'RE WRONG

OR WILL THE ECHO'S

OF THEY'RE WORDS

JUST BREAK THE WINGS

OF LITTLE BIRDS

Bobby Jameson Jan 6, 2009

I WAS SAID MAN

I AM

SAID THE ROCK

I AM

LIFE EVERLASTING

WITHOUT BEGINNING

OR END

I AM

SAID THE TREE

EVEN IN

MY DEATH

I WILL LIVE

AGAIN AND AGAIN

I AM

SAID THE SKY

I AM

THE MORING AND THE NIGHT

I ALWAYS WAS

AND WILL BE

I AM

SAID THE HAWK

I AM

THE WINDS WINGS

I ALWAYS WAS

AND WILL BE

I AM

SAID MAN

I HAVE BEEN HERE

BUT A SHORT TIME

AND ALREADY

I HAVE POISONED THE SKY

I WAS

SAID MAN

I WAS THERE

BUT A SHORT TIME

AND ALREADY

I HAVE DESTROYED LIFE

Bobby Jameson July, 11 2008

JUST ANOTHER AVERAGE DAY

LOVE NOT ME

INSIDE MY STONE

OF BREATHING MIST

LEFT ALL ALONE

IF I COULD BUT

PURSUE YOUR EYES

I'D SEE YOU LIKE

THE MORNING SKIES

KITCHEN COFFEE

WAKE UP SLEEPY

MEMORIES

THAT MAKE YOU WEEPY

SIPS OF DREAMS

THAT TOUCH YOUR SKIN

YOU REMEMBER OTHER MEN

THEY WHO CAME

THEN WENT THEIR WAY

LEFT THEIR CLOTHES

BUT NEVER STAY

TOO FEW WORDS

IN THEIR DISGUISE

ALL THEY SAID

NOW MEMORIZED

WINDOW PANE

OF RAINY TEARS

LOOKING OUT

AT ALL THE YEARS

WHERE IS LOVE

THAT COMES TO STAY

ON JUST ANOTHER

AVERAGE DAY

Bobby Jameson June 17, 2008

BIRTH TO DEATH

INSIDE THE ROCK

INSIDE THE TREE

BEING THEM

THE LIFE THEY SEE

BREATHING TIME

I WATCH THE SUN

THE EARTH THE SKY

WE ARE AS ONE

CATCH THE WIND

WITH ANCIENT HAWK

BE THE TRAIL

WHERE WOLVES HAVE WALKED

EVERY PEBBLE

EVERY STONE

EVERY SINGLE SEED

THAT'S SOWN

I THE WE

TOGETHER BIRTHED

GLORY FOUND

IN TIME UNEARTHED

LIKE SACRED MAZE

AND ICE COLD FIRE

TWIXT BETWEEN

THE LINES INSPIRE

DISTANCE HAS

NO SUDDEN END

AS LIFE AND DEATH

ARE BOTH OUR FRIEND

BIRTH TO DEATH

WE WANT TO JOIN

TWO DIFFERENT SIDES

BUT STILL ONE COIN

Bobby Jameson June 18, 2008

GODDAMN THIS NEEDLE

art by Bill Jameson

The night like velvet laid in black

Across my eyes of bleeding smack

Where diamond stars explode in light

Of arms and veins and powder white

The necktie rope that squeezes time

Inside this length of life and crime

a fire that burns a blackened spoon

In flashing silence silver moon

Eclipsed by thoughts in splashing moves

Of broken winners left to lose

In rooms of darkened sunless space

Where horror gleams and has no face

The golden needle vomits red

Into the veins that rise half dead

To drink the liquid cum they crave

And masturbate upon their grave

To laugh in crying fits of sound

In scorn of doors to truth unfound

Insane yet sane beyond the rest

Who send no letters home, obsessed

With life as if it were a spot

To catch somehow before we rot

Goddamn this needle in my heart

That rips my screaming mind apart.

Bobby Jameson

ASHES

CAUGHT BETWEEN

LIGHT AND DARKNESS

IN A SAVAGE TIME

I TRIED TO GIVE MEANING

TO THE VOICELESS

AND THE DYING

I SOMETIMES SPOKE TO TRAVELERS

ON THEIR HAUNTED ROAD TO NOWHERE

DURING MOMENTS  OF INDECISION

LOST BEFORE

A VACANT SUN

ON AN EMPTY HIGHWAY

I BUILT MY FAILING

IN QUIET DESPERATION

AS I FOLLOWED LIFE TO NOWHERE

LIKE A CAN KICKED ON FOREVER

THROUGH THE JAGGED

FOCUS OF MY MIND

I LOOKED FOR

A KINDER FATE 

WHILE PAINTING

PICTURES ON THE SKY

BUT I NEVER KNEW THAT STARLIGHT

WOULD BURN OUT

BOTH MY EYES

OR THE BRISTLES OF MY BRUSH

WOULD TURN TO ASHES

Robert Parker Jameson Nov 2008

BROKEN

LOOKING OUT

THROUGH BROKEN EYES

I SEE THE BIRDS

IN BROKEN SKIES

THE YEARS HAVE PASSED

ON BROKEN CLOCKS

MY THINKING FROM

THIS BROKEN BOX

LEFT ALONE

ALONG THE SHORE

MY BROKEN SHIP

THE WINDS IGNORE

I WANDER NOW

ALONG THE ROCKS

MY THOUGHTS ARE BROKEN

LIKE THE BOX

BOTTLES DRIFT IN

ON THE TIDE

WITH BROKEN MESSAGES

INSIDE

AND I ALONE

THE WORLD STILL MOCKS

THE THINKER IN

THE BROKEN BOX

Robert Parker Jameson Jan 2009

THE SUITCASE

SUITCASE FILLED

WITH BROKEN DREAMS

UNATTENDED

NOW IT SEEMS

BROKEN HEARTS

RESIDE THERE TOO

WITH ALL THE THINGS

WE DID NOT DO

JARS OF TEARS

WE NEVER CRIED

LAUGHTER THAT

HAS LONG SINCE DIED

PROMISES

WE NEVER KEPT

COUNTLESS NIGHTS

WE NEVER SLEPT

FADED PHOTOS

FROM THE PAST

COMMITMENTS MADE

THAT DID NOT LAST

OLD RECORDING

OF A SONG

SILENCED NOW

BY WHAT WENT WRONG

PAPER BAGS

OF FOOLISH PRIDE

NOTEBOOKS OF

EACH TIME WE LIED

A FADED BUNDLE

OF OUR FEARS

CALENDARS

OF WASTED YEARS

THE SUITCASE STANDS

ALONE UNCLAIMED

IT'S OWNER ABSENT

AND UNNAMED

THE CONTENTS NEATLY

PACKED AWAY

ARE ADDED TO

WITH EACH NEW DAY

Robert Parker Jameson Dec 12, 2008

RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL

MY LIFE ALONG THE RAZOR'S EDGE

NOT TO KILL MYSELF I PLEDGE

THOUGH MISERY AND PAIN ABOUND

THE SPINNING CRUSHING RUSHING GROUND

I SEE INSIDE MY BROKEN MIND

WHERE NONE HAVE GONE AND NONE COULD FIND

THE FROZEN CHILD WHO LIVES ALONE

PETRIFIED NOW TURNED TO STONE

I SCREAM NO SOUND FROM BLEEDING LIPS

MY TEARS OF DUST LIKE SINKING SHIPS

SEEK THE DEPTHS OF AGONY

BENEATH THE WAVES OF MOANING SEA

CRIMSON RUNS LIKE BOILED BLOOD

FROM IRON CUTS INTO THE MUD

OF THOUGHT ONCE THOUGHT BUT LEFT TO DIE

OF TIME RUN COLD WHAT LEFT TO TRY

THIS COSMIC JOKE OF MISERY

LIKE VIRUS LIFE SPREAD ENDLESSLY

INFECTS THE WORLD INFLICTS IT'S LIE

UPON EACH INFANT DOOMED TO DIE

I WATCH I BLEED AND SMILE AT DEATH

AND RANT AGAINST MY EVERY BREATH

I RAIL AT GOD I AM HIS STYE

KILL ME GOD I WANT TO DIE

THIS THE GIFT I SOUGHT AND SEEK

ACROSS THE VEIL AFRAID TO SPEAK

THE RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL

MY RESTING PLACE I KNOW SO WELL

DIGNITY HAS SHUNNED MY FACE

BITTER SWEET IS ALL I TASTE

I STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN

MY EYES ON FIRE NO PLACE TO RUN

TAKE MY LIFE AND GIVE ME DEATH

KILL MY EVER PRESENT BREATH

LET ME GO AWAY FROM PAIN

STOP THE THINKING IN MY BRAIN

NOT SO MAD AS MADNESS GIVES

THIS HELL OF MINE WHERE SADNESS LIVES

I THE HOBO ON HIS WAY

RESENT MY EVERY WRETCHED DAY

Bobby Jameson August 17, 2008

I INHERIT BUT THE WIND

I INHERIT BUT THE WIND

EMPTY AIR AN EMPTY TIN

COBBLESTONES OF DESTINY

THE FUTURE WAITS DIRECTING ME

I THE PAYER OF THE TOLL

HEAVY BURDEN ON MY SOUL

I WHO COME AGAIN, AGAIN

I INHERIT BUT THE WIND

THIS MY SPACE AGAINST THE WALL

OF RECKLESS TIMES THAT COME TO CALL

ASK ME NOW WHERE I HAVE BEEN

I INHERIT BUT THE WIND

Robert Parker Jameson April 20, 2009

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

SWEET JESUS IS COMIN'

TO SAVE EVERY SOUL

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

THE SILVER BELLS TOLL

THE CHILDREN ARE SLEEPING

THE FIRE IS LOW

THE NORTH STAR IS BLAZING

WITH A LIGHT FALLING SNOW

DECEMBER REMEMBER

THE LAST SIXTY YEARS

WITH ALL OF OUR LAUGHTER

AND SOME OF OUR TEARS

THE TREES AND THE LIGHTS

WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS

WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE

WHERE WILL IT END

NOW I AM OLDER

AND LIFE TOOK IT'S TOLL

I'M PAYIN' A PRICE

FOR THE GOOD TIMES I STOLE

I STARE OUT THE WINDOW

UNTIL I AM NUMB

MY SOULS NOT WORTH SAVIN'

AND JESUS WON'T COME

Robert Parker Jameson Dec 24, 2008

SPADE COOLEY RIDES AGAIN

WINGS OF AN ANGEL

ASLEEP ON GREEN MOSS

SINGING SMOKEY BLUES

IN A NEON TOILET

HARMONICA WINDOW

WHERE THE NOTES BLOW

SAXOPHONE SINKS

AND DREAMS END

SILVER BLOOD

ON AN ONYX FLOOR

MOVING TO THE RHYTHM

OF COUNT BASIE

STAND UP BASS

IN A SIT DOWN WORLD

NODDING OUT

ON UPPERS

A STREET LIGHT

ON A PINK BOULEVARD

WHERE MOTORCYCLES

ARE CHAIRS

SPADE COOLEY

RIDES AGAIN

AND DAYS

GROW SHORTER

IN THE NEXT ROOM

PIANO RAMBLINGS

OF THE POET

ARE STILL

SILENT NIGHT

ON AN EVIL DAY

LOUD DAY

ON AN EVIL NIGHT

SO EXCEPTIONAL WAS SHE

HER EYELIDS

WERE MADE OF GLASS

AND BECAME SLIPPERS

Bobby Jameson Mar 5, 2009