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 THAT I WAS GONE

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

WOUNDS CAN HEAL

WHEN LEFT ALONE

WAKE NOT THE MONSTER

IN HIS HOME

I HUNTED ON THOSE

L.A. STREETS

KNEW THE STRONG

AND KNEW THE WEAK

TASTED BLOOD

AND LIVED ON PAIN

DINED WITH THOSE

WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS

LOADED WORDS

LIKE LOADED GUNS

ARE SOMETIMES NOT

FOR HAVING FUN

CHALLENGE ME

WITH LITTLE GRACE

AND I WILL GET

INTO YOUR FACE

TELL ME NOW

YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ME

KISSING ASS

AND MEET AND GREET ME

NOTHING THAT
YOU'VE EVER KNOWN

WILL BE LIKE MEETING

ME ALONE

COME MY FRIEND

AND TELL ME WHERE

I PROMISE YOU

I WILL BE THERE

AND WHEN WE SPEAK

AND TELL OUR LIES

FEAR I'LL WATCH 

FILL 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

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

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

SEA OF TEARS

HOLY GHOST

THE SACRED

PRISM

I INSIDE EACH

CRITICISM

STAND BEFORE

YOU

IN MY

BLEEDING

CRIMSON WOUND

AM I MY

PLEADING

WRITE

MY WORDS

UPON THE SKY

I OUTSIDE

EACH

WATCHFUL EYE

STANDING ON

A SEA

OF TEARS

HOLY LIGHT

IMPALES

MY FEARS

NAKED ME

THE FLESH

NOW QUICKENS

MYSTICISM

HOW IT

SICKENS

WORDS

THAT HAMMER

IN THE NAILS

RUTHLESS WORLD

WHICH STILL

PREVAILS

Robert Parker Jameson April 4, 2009

STREETCARS TO NOWHERE

STREETCARS

TO NOWHERE

DREAMS IN

THE RAIN

LIVES LOST

TO SORROW

TRACKS FILLED

WITH PAIN

SWITCHYARDS

AND

BACKYARDS

DOGS IN

THE COLD

STREETCARS

TO NOWHERE

WE'RE ALL

GROWING OLD

RED LIGHTS

AND

GREEN LIGHTS

THE END OF

THE LINE

WE'RE ALL

FUCKING LONELY

AND LOSING

OUR MIND

Bobby Jameson Jan 8, 2011