Saturday, January 29, 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