Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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

Saturday, October 17, 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

Tuesday, October 13, 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



Monday, October 12, 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

Sunday, October 11, 2009

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


Sunday, October 4, 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

Tuesday, September 29, 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

Wednesday, September 9, 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

Monday, August 24, 2009

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

Wednesday, August 19, 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

Tuesday, August 11, 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

Wednesday, July 22, 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

Tuesday, July 21, 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

Saturday, July 18, 2009

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

Thursday, July 16, 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

Monday, July 13, 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

Friday, July 10, 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

Thursday, July 9, 2009

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

Tuesday, July 7, 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

Monday, July 6, 2009

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