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