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