Thursday, December 29, 2011

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

Friday, December 2, 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