tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46144082446827363892011-12-29T23:53:39.030-08:00I WILL TAKE POEMS I HAVE WRITTEN AND WILL WRITE...AND PUT THEM HERE...Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-33430186024536773652011-12-29T23:52:00.000-08:002011-12-29T23:53:39.043-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oshADQ3IyPg/Tv1t1shZAaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tiByCJ8TQwE/s1600/088-walden-pond-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oshADQ3IyPg/Tv1t1shZAaI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tiByCJ8TQwE/s320/088-walden-pond-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691826273317880226" /></a><br /><br />I walked on the water at Walden Pond <br />with Bob Dylan, Henry David Thoreau, <br />and Jesus Christ. <br />In the bright autumn sun <br />we crossed from one shore <br />to the other. <br />Looking up, <br />I saw the sky laced <br />with fragments of clouds <br />sewn into the splendor <br />of the day. <br />"Hey, Henry!" I yelled, <br />"Now I know why you <br />love this place so much!" <br />He turned to smile broadly <br />but said nothing. <br />"How come we couldn't <br />always do this?" I asked. <br />"You always could!" said Jesus, <br />"You just didn't believe it." <br />"Yeah, it took me awhile <br />to get the hang of it," said Dylan, <br />"but now it's easy."<br /><br />Bobby Jameson September 10, 2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3343018602453677365?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-45328859066607824652011-12-02T14:21:00.000-08:002011-12-14T21:53:35.383-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QupnDol8sLg/TtlPzBAyctI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JE4wPgK_9s4/s1600/four_horsemen_of_the_apocalypse.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QupnDol8sLg/TtlPzBAyctI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JE4wPgK_9s4/s400/four_horsemen_of_the_apocalypse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681660142768255698" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>MEASURED TIME</div><div>OF REVELATION</div><div>WATCHING FROM</div><div>OUR LOST SALVATION</div><div>CRUSHED IN FEAR</div><div>OF DOOMSDAY COME</div><div>THINKING TILL</div><div>IT MAKES YOU NUMB</div><div><br /></div><div>SMOKEY PILLARS</div><div>STAND THE SKY</div><div>WAILING VOICES</div><div>HEAR THEM CRY</div><div>ANGELS BURN</div><div>ON GOLDEN CROSS</div><div>YOU CANNOT GAGE</div><div>THE SENSE OF LOSS</div><div><br /></div><div>PANICKED PEOPLE</div><div>GROPING GOD</div><div>RETURNED TO DUST</div><div>THE WAITING SOD</div><div>LOST FOREVER</div><div>IN THE PAST</div><div>THE FUTURE'S COMING</div><div>WAY TOO FAST</div><div><br /></div><div>BLOWN INFUSION</div><div>BUSTED DREAMS</div><div>NOTHING'S REALLY</div><div>AS IT SEEMS</div><div>REVELATIONS</div><div>COME TO CALL</div><div>AND TAKE THE POWERFUL</div><div>AND SMALL</div><div><br /></div><div>RICHES RAGGED</div><div>DESPERATION</div><div>COSTING ALL</div><div>OF EVERY NATION</div><div>BIGOT'S BALL</div><div>THE DANCE GOES ON</div><div>GONE IS EVERYTHING</div><div>UPON</div><div><br /></div><div>NOTHING STANDING</div><div>MENDED MINCE</div><div>IT CANNOT COPE</div><div>WITH EVER SINCE</div><div>THE WRITING'S NEVER</div><div>ON THE WALL</div><div>IT'S WRITTEN ON</div><div>THE GROUND YOU CRAWL</div><div><br /></div><div>JOHN'S DEVINE</div><div>WAS PLASMA CHURNING</div><div>DEPTHS OF HELL</div><div>AND SINNERS BURNING</div><div>WAS HIS VISION</div><div>TRULY MADNESS</div><div>OR THE PROPHECY</div><div>OF SADNESS</div><div><br /></div><div>BELLOW ON</div><div>FROM DEADLY SORROW</div><div>RUN AWAY</div><div>AVOID TOMORROW</div><div>WHAT IT COMES WITH</div><div>DESTINATION</div><div>RIPPING TIME</div><div>THROUGH REVELATION</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Apr 14 2009</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4532885906660782465?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-27371175073598610862011-02-28T13:55:00.000-08:002011-04-12T23:02:26.343-07:00<br><br /><object width="400" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7k964TBEP4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7k964TBEP4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />HOLLYWOOD'S<br />A LONELY TOWN<br />WHEN NOTHING'S<br />GOIN RIGHT<br />YOU SLEEP AWAY<br />THE DAYTIME<br />AND DRINK<br />AWAY THE NIGHT<br />LIVIN OFF THE<br />DREAMS YOU<br />DREAM<br />WAITIN FOR <br />A BREAK<br />HARDCORE TOWN<br />OF LIFE <br />AND DEATH<br />AND AWFUL HARD<br />TO TAKE<br /><br />TEENAGE DREAMS<br />ARE OVER THIRTY<br />YESTERDAY IS <br />GONE<br />THE SUNSET STRIP'S<br />A LEGEND<br />BUT JUST ANOTHER<br />STREET AT DAWN<br />HOLLYWOOD'S<br />A FUNNY TOWN<br />FILLED WITH<br />KINGS AND<br />QUEENS<br />BUT NO ONE<br />THAT I'VE <br />EVER MET<br />IS SURE OF<br />WHAT IT<br />MEANS<br /><br />ALL YOU LONELY <br />DREAMERS ON<br />THE STREETS<br />OF BITTER SWEET<br />LOOKIN FOR<br />AN ANSWER<br />TO MAKE YOURSELF<br />COMPLETE<br /><br />I KNOW WHAT<br />YOU'RE LOOKING<br />FOR<br />I'M LOOKING<br />FOR IT TOO<br />THE MAGIC OF<br />THE MAKE BELIEVE<br />KEEPS ON<br />HAUNTING YOU<br />BUT ONLY THOSE<br />WHO LIVE IT<br />CAN KNOW<br />WHAT IT ALL<br />MEANS<br />TO LIVE AND DIE<br />IN HOLLYWOOD<br />IN THE MANSIONS<br />OF YOUR DREAMS<br /><br />Bobby Jameson 1979-Queens Rd. West Hollywood<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2737117507359861086?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-1293186735560289062011-02-19T00:20:00.000-08:002011-02-19T00:23:07.418-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InljBvu0-Cg/TV99g8JONTI/AAAAAAAAANw/ykZ9nTT10rY/s1600/child-tears1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InljBvu0-Cg/TV99g8JONTI/AAAAAAAAANw/ykZ9nTT10rY/s320/child-tears1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575312868562056498" /></a><br /><br />CATAPULTED<br />INTO BLACK<br />STUMBLE <br />TOWARD<br />THE CRIMSON<br />CRACK<br />MUMBLE<br />SOMETHING AT<br />THE WALL<br />NO ONE HEARS<br />NO ONE<br />AT ALL<br /><br />ANTIQUATED <br />ETIQUETTE <br />FILLS THE EARS<br />LIKE STUBBORN<br />SHIT<br />BUILT FROM <br />RUBBISH ON<br />A PAGE<br />KILLS THE<br />SOUL <br />AND TURNS <br />TO RAGE<br /><br />LOVERS MOCK<br />THE ONES<br />THEY WANT<br />MOTHER'S MILK<br />A GENTLE TAUNT<br />AGAINT THE<br />FLESH OF<br />CHILDREN'S <br />DREAMS<br />LISTEN YOU<br />CAN HEAR <br />THEIR SCREAMS<br /><br />Bobby Jameson Feb 19, 2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-129318673556028906?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-66540371332439042932011-02-14T23:56:00.000-08:002011-02-15T00:18:43.489-08:00SUBTLE BREEZE<div>ACROSS MY WAY</div><div>WHERE WILL I</div><div>END UP THIS DAY</div><div><br /></div><div>ROAD'S END WISHING</div><div>FOR MORE STRING</div><div>OR WILLINGLY</div><div>GIVE UP THIS THING</div><div><br /></div><div>KITE LIKE DREAMS</div><div>THAT NEVER SETTLE</div><div>OLD WOOD STOVE</div><div>AND COPPER KETTLE</div><div><br /></div><div>TIRED SOUL AND</div><div>TIRED EYES</div><div>SQUINT AGAINST</div><div>THE TORTURED SKIES</div><div><br /></div><div>SONGS OF SADNESS</div><div>FILL MY JAW</div><div>WITH MELODIES</div><div>OF THINGS I SAW</div><div><br /></div><div>AND LIFE WENT ON</div><div>AND ON AND ON</div><div>AND NEVER KNEW</div><div>THAT I WAS GONE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Feb 15, 2011</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6654037133243904293?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-2977407742852199152011-01-29T17:08:00.001-08:002011-01-29T17:08:40.126-08:00<div><br /></div><div>L.A.'S FILLED</div><div>WITH NAMES AND FACES</div><div>DON'T FORGET</div><div>I KNOW THOSE PLACES</div><div>TIME CAN HEAL</div><div>WHEN LEFT ALONE</div><div>DON'T WAKE THE MONSTER</div><div>IN HIS HOME</div><div><br /></div><div>I HUNTED ON THOSE</div><div>L.A. STREETS</div><div>KNEW THE STRONG</div><div>AND KNEW THE WEAK</div><div>I TASTED BLOOD</div><div>AND LIVED ON PAIN</div><div>I DINED WITH THOSE</div><div>WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS</div><div><br /></div><div>LOADED WORDS</div><div>LIKE LOADED GUNS</div><div>ARE SOMETIMES NOT</div><div>FOR USE AS FUN</div><div>YOU CHALLENGE ME</div><div>FROM HIDING PLACE</div><div>LET ME GET</div><div>INTO YOUR FACE</div><div><br /></div><div>TELL ME WHERE</div><div>YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ME</div><div>TOUCH MY SKIN</div><div>AND MEET AND GREET ME</div><div>NOTHING</div><div>THAT YOU'VE EVER KNOWN</div><div>WOULD BE LIKE MEETING</div><div>ME ALONE</div><div><br /></div><div>COME MY FRIEND</div><div>AND TELL ME WHERE</div><div>I PROMISE YOU</div><div>I WILL BE THERE</div><div>AND WHEN WE SPEAK</div><div>ABOUT YOUR LIES</div><div>I'LL WATCH WHILE FEAR</div><div>FILLS UP YOUR EYES</div><div><br /></div><div>YOU AND SMALLNESS</div><div>LIKE YOU MATTER</div><div>ONLY WHEN</div><div>YOU GLOAT AND CHATTER</div><div>HIDING IN</div><div>YOUR CLOSET SWEET</div><div>LIFE IS DANGEROUS</div><div>ON THE STREET</div><div><br /></div><div>DARKNESS RIDES</div><div>A PALE HORSE</div><div>IT'S RIDER KNOWS</div><div>THE ART OF FORCE</div><div>A SKILL UNKNOWN</div><div>TO THOSE UNTRAINED</div><div>WHO FEAR THE VERY THOUGHT</div><div>OF PAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-297740774285219915?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-52104310885724109942011-01-29T16:51:00.000-08:002011-01-29T16:53:39.339-08:00<div>ANCIENT HISTORY</div><div>WRITTEN BADLY</div><div>BY MY HAND</div><div>OF ENDLESS SADLY</div><div>MELTING TEARS</div><div>ON MARBLE FACES</div><div>WHERE AM I</div><div>IN ALL THESE SPACES</div><div><br /></div><div>WORDS THAT TITTER TAT</div><div>ON PAGES</div><div>IN BETWEEN MY</div><div>RANTS AND RAGES</div><div>PHOTOGRAPHS</div><div>OF YESTERDAY</div><div>THE LIFE I LIVED</div><div>THEN THREW AWAY</div><div><br /></div><div>SYLLABLES</div><div>LIKE NUMBERS COUNTED</div><div>SENTENCES</div><div>ARE FRAMED AND MOUNTED</div><div>MEANING THINGS</div><div>THAT BARELY MUMBLE</div><div>INTO SOUNDS</div><div>OF RHYME AND RUMBLE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5210431088572410994?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-24459199677159371562011-01-29T16:45:00.000-08:002011-01-29T16:47:24.618-08:00<div>THE GUARD</div><div>CANNOT HEAL MY HEART</div><div>HE CAN ONLY PROTECT IT</div><div>FROM FURTHER HARM</div><div>HE IS SAD</div><div>WHEN THE CHILD IS SAD</div><div>AND THERE'S NOTHING</div><div>HE CAN DO</div><div><br /></div><div>TO BE SO CAPABLE</div><div>YET INCAPABLE</div><div>TO BE THIS LOST</div><div>YET INESCAPABLE</div><div>TO BE SO CLOSE</div><div>YET SO DISTANT</div><div>TO BE THIS VULNERABLE</div><div>YET SO RESISTANT</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM A RIVER</div><div>WITHOUT A BED</div><div>BLOOD</div><div>WITHOUT RED</div><div>DEATH WITHOUT</div><div>BEING DEAD</div><div>A VOICE</div><div>THAT NEVER SAID</div><div><br /></div><div>SO COMPLETE</div><div>IS MY MISERY</div><div>IT GOES UNNOTICED</div><div>BY THE WORLD</div><div>LIKE A</div><div>HOMELESS MAN</div><div>I AM PART OF</div><div>THE LANDSCAPE</div><div><br /></div><div>IT PAINS THE GUARD</div><div>TO FEEL THE CHILD'S MISERY</div><div>HE WISHES</div><div>HE COULD HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE</div><div>BEFORE THE</div><div>DAMAGE CAME</div><div>BEFORE THE CHILD</div><div>WAS RAVAGED</div><div><br /></div><div>THE CHILD WEEPS</div><div>TEARS OF BLOODY SALT</div><div>AND CRIES OUT</div><div>TO THE WORLD</div><div>THE GUARD KNOWS</div><div>THESE ARE DANGEROUS TIMES</div><div>WHEN LONELINESS</div><div>SPEAKS WITH THE ENEMY</div><div><br /></div><div>HOW CAREFUL</div><div>THE GUARD MUST BE</div><div>TO ALLOW</div><div>BUT BE READY</div><div>TO</div><div>DISALLOW</div><div>AND TO ALWAYS</div><div>BE STEADY</div><div><br /></div><div>SO MUCH</div><div>PAST</div><div>SO LITTLE</div><div>FUTURE</div><div>SO MANY</div><div>VOICES</div><div>SO FEW</div><div>OPTIONS</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM BUT </div><div>A BLOTCH</div><div>IN THE DIRT</div><div>A THING</div><div>SO HURT</div><div>THAT I CANNOT FIND</div><div>THE PIECES</div><div>TO MEND</div><div><br /></div><div>BROKEN</div><div>INSIDE AND OUT</div><div>TORMENTED</div><div>BY CONSCIOUSNESS</div><div>LIKE A BAD</div><div>DAY</div><div>THAT LASTS</div><div>A LIFETIME</div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT AM I</div><div>HERE FOR</div><div>WHY DO I</div><div>DO THIS</div><div>WHAT'S THE</div><div>FUCKING POINT</div><div>THE MORE SENSE I MAKE</div><div>THE LESS SENSE I MAKE</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM</div><div>BEWILDERED</div><div>LIKE A FERN</div><div>IN THE DESERT</div><div>I AM QUITE</div><div>POINTLESS</div><div>QUITE</div><div>INAPPROPRIATE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2445919967715937156?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-11173538293656655622011-01-29T16:13:00.000-08:002011-02-01T16:22:38.211-08:00<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TUSt4hyTosI/AAAAAAAAANc/4OWLjivYiqM/s1600/SealyCottonWagon1911PCTem.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TUSt4hyTosI/AAAAAAAAANc/4OWLjivYiqM/s400/SealyCottonWagon1911PCTem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567766225990427330" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>LONG ROAD HOME</div><div>SEEMS SO FAR AWAY</div><div>LAY DOWN EACH MISERY</div><div>COME HOME TO STAY</div><div><br /></div><div>LOAD OF OLD COTTON</div><div>ROLLIN' ALONG</div><div>MAKE ME A SOFT BED</div><div>AND SING ME A SONG</div><div><br /></div><div>BEEN ON THIS ROAD</div><div>MOST OF MY YEARS</div><div>LEFT A LONG TRAIL</div><div>OF OLD DRIED UP TEARS</div><div><br /></div><div>GO DOWN VIRGINIA</div><div>STAY FOR AWHILE</div><div>NOTHIN' EXCITES ME</div><div>BUT YOU MAKE ME SMILE</div><div><br /></div><div>LONG ROAD HOME</div><div>SOMEDAY I'LL FIND</div><div>JUST KEEP ON WALKIN'</div><div>THIS ROAD WILL UNWIND</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 1, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1117353829365665562?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-60155828156738118342011-01-29T16:01:00.000-08:002011-01-29T16:04:59.787-08:00<div>BLACK GASH</div><div>THE WHITE OF MY EYE</div><div>RECORD BUSINESS</div><div>HOPED I'D DIE</div><div>ABE SOMER AND</div><div>RANDY WOOD</div><div>THEY NEVER DID</div><div>ME NO GOOD</div><div><br /></div><div>BASTARD ALBUM</div><div>NOT MY NAME</div><div>HE IS ME</div><div>AND ME'S THE SAME</div><div>REB FOSTER</div><div>ON THE RADIO</div><div>PLAY YOUR SONG</div><div>IF YOU GOT THE DOUGH</div><div><br /></div><div>TONY ALAMO</div><div>A THIEF IN WHITE</div><div>STOLE THE MOON</div><div>IN THE BLACK OF NIGHT</div><div>HE'S THE MAN</div><div>WHO PLAYED THE BOSS</div><div>STOLE THE NAILS</div><div>FROM CHRIST'S OWN CROSS</div><div><br /></div><div>DEAL A MEAL</div><div>AND DOUBLE DEALING</div><div>CALL IT WHAT IT IS</div><div>IT'S STEALING</div><div>MAJOR LABELS</div><div>PIGS LIKE OINKING</div><div>SPREAD YOUR CHEEKS</div><div>AND TAKE A BOINKING</div><div><br /></div><div>BMI AND</div><div>ASCAP RAPPING</div><div>BROWN-NOSE SNIFFERS</div><div>AFTER CRAPPING</div><div>BOUGHT YOUR HOUSE</div><div>UP IN THE HILLS</div><div>WITH SOME POOR SUCKER'S</div><div>DOLLAR BILLS</div><div><br /></div><div>CUT AND DRY</div><div>IT ISN'T ISNESS</div><div>IT'S THE FUCKING</div><div>MUSIC BUSINESS</div><div>BUILT ON LIES</div><div>AND QUID PROQUO</div><div>I LIVED TO TELL</div><div>THE THINGS I KNOW</div><div><br /></div><div>ARTISTS FED THEIR</div><div>DRUG OF CHOICE</div><div>KEEP EM SINGING</div><div>SELL THE VOICE</div><div>COOK EM BOOK EM</div><div>MAKE THE BREAD</div><div>YOU DON'T CARE</div><div>IF THEY END UP DEAD</div><div><br /></div><div>ANALOG SCHMANALOG</div><div>NONE THE WISER</div><div>RUN IT THROUGH</div><div>THE DIGITIZER</div><div>MUSIC NOW</div><div>IS JUST A SHAM</div><div>COMPUTER LOOTERS</div><div>SHIT PROGRAM</div><div><br /></div><div>NOT MUCH REAL</div><div>IS BEING MADE</div><div>VIDS AND BOOTY</div><div>GETTING LAID</div><div>MTV</div><div>ANNIHILATED</div><div>STANDS FOR</div><div>MY TUNE'S VIOLATED</div><div><br /></div><div>GRUBLISH SNUBLISH</div><div>WE CAN PUBLISH</div><div>ALL THIS SHIT</div><div>LIKE IT IS RUBLISH</div><div>SORRY IF YOU'RE</div><div>FEELIN' DISSED</div><div>GO FUCK YOURSELF</div><div>CAUSE I AM PISSED</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6015582815673811834?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-73382287732960322232011-01-29T15:42:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:53:44.489-08:00<div><br /></div><div>I PEEL AWAY</div><div>MY SKIN</div><div>LAYER BY LAYER</div><div>THROUGH</div><div>THE TEARS</div><div>AND SHRIEKS</div><div>OF PAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>HOW MUCH</div><div>DO I HAVE TO LOSE</div><div>OF MYSELF</div><div>HOW MANY</div><div>HUMILIATING</div><div>MOMENTS</div><div>TO ENDURE</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM LIKE</div><div>BROKEN GLASS</div><div>LAID OUT</div><div>ON A CITY SIDEWALK</div><div>BUSY PASSERS-BY</div><div>GLANCE DOWN</div><div>IN MY DIRECTION</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM A</div><div>HUMAN SIDESHOW</div><div>NOTHING MORE</div><div>THAN A</div><div>PENNY ARCADE</div><div>OF MISERY</div><div>CALLING OUT FOR LOVE</div><div><br /></div><div>YOU CANNOT</div><div>HOLD ME</div><div>IN YOUR HANDS</div><div>LEST MY</div><div>BROKEN PIECES</div><div>CUT YOUR</div><div>SOFT SKIN</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM ALONE</div><div>ALONE IN A</div><div>CIRCULAR</div><div>HELL</div><div>OF TODAYS</div><div>VERSION</div><div>OF YESTERDAY</div><div><br /></div><div>THE PAST</div><div>VERSUS</div><div>THE FUTURE</div><div>THE MIRROR</div><div>REFLECTING</div><div>MY PUZZLE PIECES</div><div>IN REVERSE</div><div><br /></div><div>SO MY LEFT</div><div>IS RIGHT</div><div>AND RIGHT</div><div>IS LEFT</div><div>AND I AM</div><div>THAT I</div><div>MIGHT NOT BE</div><div><br /></div><div>MY LOVE</div><div>IS MY PAIN</div><div>MY PAIN</div><div>IS MY LOVE</div><div>MY PAST IS MY PRESENT</div><div>AND MY TODAYS</div><div>ARE YESTERDAY'S TOMORROWS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7338228773296032223?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-48489799748138687572011-01-29T15:29:00.000-08:002011-01-29T15:30:14.780-08:00<div>CRYING</div><div>IN THE NIGHT</div><div>AND DAY</div><div>I WAIT FOR YOU</div><div>AS ALWAYS</div><div>BUT YOU</div><div>DO NOT COME</div><div><br /></div><div>YOU WHO ARE</div><div>MY OTHER ME</div><div>WHO STUMBLE</div><div>THROUGH</div><div>EACH TROUBLED DAY</div><div>YOU</div><div>DO NOT ARRIVE</div><div><br /></div><div>I SEE NO SIGNS</div><div>OF YOU</div><div>EMPTY</div><div>WATER BOTTLES</div><div>THAT DO NOT GATHER</div><div>ARTICLES LEFT</div><div>DO NOT MOVE</div><div><br /></div><div>EVERYTHING</div><div>IS FROZEN</div><div>IN IT'S RESTING PLACE</div><div>AS IF THE WORLD</div><div>STOPPED</div><div>BECAUSE YOU</div><div>ARE NOT HERE</div><div><br /></div><div>COME BACK</div><div>BILLY</div><div>PLEASE COME BACK</div><div>TO ME</div><div>I MISS YOU SO</div><div>AND</div><div>I LOVE YOU</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Apr 26, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4848979974813868757?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-84014260902981081842011-01-29T15:20:00.001-08:002011-01-29T15:22:12.917-08:00<div>I WOULD WRITE</div><div>BUT MY MIND IS BLANK</div><div>I TRIED TO SING</div><div>BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND</div><div>I WALKED TO</div><div>THE END OF THE ROAD</div><div>AND A STRANGER ASKED</div><div>WHO I WAS</div><div><br /></div><div>NO ONE</div><div>I SAID</div><div>I AM NO ONE</div><div>IN PARTICULAR</div><div>JUST A TRAVELER</div><div>IN SEARCH</div><div>OF MY</div><div>DESTINY</div><div><br /></div><div>DESTINY</div><div>OR FATE</div><div>ASKED THE STRANGER</div><div>IS THERE A DIFFERENCE</div><div>I REPLIED </div><div><br /></div><div>I WALKED ON</div><div>AND IN THE SKY</div><div>I NOTICED A BIRD</div><div>FLYING BACKWARDS</div><div><br /></div><div>WHY ARE YOU</div><div>FLYING BACKWARDS</div><div>I YELLED</div><div>TO AVOID</div><div>MY DESTINY</div><div>ANSWERED THE BIRD</div><div><br /></div><div>AND WHAT IS</div><div>YOUR DESTINY</div><div>I ASKED</div><div>DEATH</div><div>HE CRIED</div><div>I WANT TO</div><div>LIVE FOREVER</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8401426090298108184?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-6629312183584658002011-01-29T00:43:00.001-08:002011-01-29T00:47:47.133-08:00<div><br /></div><div>CROSS CUT SAW BLADE</div><div>RIPS AND TEARS</div><div>FACE A WOODEN</div><div>BLANK THAT STARES</div><div><br /></div><div>CHILD INSIDE</div><div>CAN PLAY ONCE MORE</div><div>IF THE GUARD</div><div>IS AT THE DOOR</div><div><br /></div><div>PEOPLE COME</div><div>WITH TWISTED LIPS</div><div>WORDS LIKE BLOOD</div><div>ON FINGERTIPS</div><div><br /></div><div>LIES OF SMILES</div><div>ARE STACKED WITH NUMBERS</div><div>BY THE GUARD</div><div>WHO NEVER SLUMBERS</div><div><br /></div><div>LEAN LIKE STEEL</div><div>CABLE STANDING</div><div>CARBON GRAY</div><div>THE GUARD DEMANDING</div><div><br /></div><div>EVERY NAME</div><div>AND LINE OF FACE</div><div>OF THOSE WHO DARE</div><div>TO FIND THIS PLACE</div><div><br /></div><div>SACRED CHILD</div><div>WITH DIAMOND KNIFE</div><div>PROTECTED BY</div><div>THE GUARD'S OWN LIFE</div><div><br /></div><div>HE KNOWS EACH HEART</div><div>THAT COMES TO CALL</div><div>ALLOWS OR DISALLOWS</div><div>THEM ALL</div><div><br /></div><div>FROM SEEING THE CHILD</div><div>OR FEEL IT'S LIGHT</div><div>THE GUARD ALONE</div><div>DECIDES THEIR PLIGHT</div><div><br /></div><div>AS EACH ONE LIVES</div><div>THEIR BRAND OF SIN</div><div>THE GUARD DECIDES</div><div>WHO ENTERS IN</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-662931218358465800?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-22024743735459642272011-01-11T18:48:00.000-08:002011-01-11T19:12:21.731-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TS0a1Er1O6I/AAAAAAAAANM/nvo5wSD0pDA/s1600/2668199352_11a5a05a42.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TS0a1Er1O6I/AAAAAAAAANM/nvo5wSD0pDA/s320/2668199352_11a5a05a42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561130613965405090" /></a><br /><br />THIS DAY...<br />THIS <br />HELLISH DAY<br />GRABBED ME<br />UPON AWAKENING <br />AND TRIED TO <br />KILL ME<br /><br />IT GAVE <br />NOTHING<br />BUT STOLE<br />WHAT LITTLE <br />I HAD<br />SHOOK ME<br />LAUGHED AT ME...<br /><br />THERE WAS<br />NO ONE...<br />NO ONE <br />I COULD<br />TURN TO<br />I AM LOST<br />CRYING...<br /><br />SCORNED<br />FOR NEEDING<br />ANYTHING<br />TURNED AWAY<br />WITHOUT A <br />SINGLE SIP<br />OF WATER...<br /><br />Bobby Jameson Jan 11, 2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2202474373545964227?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-15457119288783529182011-01-08T21:18:00.000-08:002011-01-08T22:01:05.435-08:00HOLY GHOST<div>THE SACRED</div><div>PRISM</div><div>I INSIDE EACH</div><div>CRITICISM</div><div>STAND BEFORE</div><div>YOU</div><div>IN MY </div><div>BLEEDING</div><div>CRIMSON WOUND</div><div>AM I MY</div><div>PLEADING</div><div><br /></div><div>WRITE </div><div>MY WORDS</div><div>UPON THE SKY</div><div>I OUTSIDE</div><div>EACH </div><div>WATCHFUL EYE</div><div>STANDING ON</div><div>A SEA </div><div>OF TEARS</div><div>HOLY LIGHT</div><div>IMPALES</div><div>MY FEARS</div><div><br /></div><div>NAKED ME</div><div>THE FLESH</div><div>NOW QUICKENS</div><div>MYSTICISM</div><div>HOW IT</div><div>SICKENS</div><div>WORDS</div><div>THAT HAMMER</div><div>IN THE NAILS</div><div>RUTHLESS WORLD</div><div>WHICH STILL</div><div>PREVAILS</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson April 4, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1545711928878352918?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-77712364458753579002011-01-08T16:57:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:56:43.221-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TSkMMulJJdI/AAAAAAAAANE/8oI7TdckHCI/s1600/rain-cathedraljpg-280886c5017c7f10.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TSkMMulJJdI/AAAAAAAAANE/8oI7TdckHCI/s400/rain-cathedraljpg-280886c5017c7f10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559988627767371218" /></a><br /><br />STREETCARS<div>TO NOWHERE</div><div>DREAMS IN</div><div>THE RAIN</div><div>LIVES LOST</div><div>TO SORROW</div><div>TRACKS FILLED</div><div>WITH PAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>SWITCHYARDS</div><div>AND </div><div>BACKYARDS</div><div>DOGS IN </div><div>THE COLD</div><div>STREETCARS</div><div>TO NOWHERE</div><div>WE'RE ALL</div><div>GROWING OLD</div><div><br /></div><div>RED LIGHTS</div><div>AND</div><div>GREEN LIGHTS</div><div>THE END OF </div><div>THE LINE</div><div>WE'RE ALL</div><div>FUCKING LONELY</div><div>AND LOSING</div><div>OUR MIND</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Jan 8, 2011</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7771236445875357900?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-63366515044723668722010-12-04T01:11:00.001-08:002010-12-04T01:27:27.619-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TPoF7irRAuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mJvwVCss7Qw/s1600/wolf.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TPoF7irRAuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mJvwVCss7Qw/s400/wolf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546752411538883298" /></a><br /><br />I AM NOT BLIND<br />NOT DEAF<br />I SEE AND HEAR<br />QUITE WELL<br /><br />THE MOON <br />MY LIGHT<br />THE WIND<br />MY FRIEND<br /><br />CARRYING<br />MY VOICE<br />TO THE WORLD<br />AND BEYOND<br /><br />THE SCENT<br />OF LIFE IS RAW<br />LIKE A<br />NEW WOUND<br /><br />LIKE A <br />CRIPPLED FAWN<br />ON PURE<br />WHITE SNOW<br /><br />I AM <br />THE PIECES<br />OF WHAT WAS<br />AND IS NO MORE<br /><br />I AM ALIVE<br />BECAUSE <br />THE FAWN <br />IS NOT<br /><br />CRUEL<br />YOU SAY...<br />I AM <br />A WOLF...<br /><br />Bobby Jameson Dec 4, 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6336651504472366872?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-18407496302181847942010-12-01T03:07:00.000-08:002010-12-01T03:37:32.423-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TPYt0SWmr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/v40ZFXqiw80/s1600/james-dean-4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TPYt0SWmr-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/v40ZFXqiw80/s400/james-dean-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545670367456440290" /></a><br /><br />RAGTOP CHEVY<br />SHAKE RATTLE<br />AND ROLLIN<br />DOWN THE<br />HIGHWAY OF<br />LOVE <br />UNDERNEATH<br />A BLUE <br />KENTUCKY MOON...<br /><br />HEADED FOR<br />MEMPHIS <br />WITH A <br />LES PAUL <br />PLATTER<br />TEARIN UP<br />MY RADIO AND<br />MY DUNGAREE<br />DOLL MOANIN LOW...<br /><br />MOVE OVER<br />SUCKERS<br />THIS IS MAYBELLINE <br />COMIN THROUGH<br />AND JOHNNY<br />IS GOOD<br />TONIGHT...HE'S<br />ROCKIN ROUND <br />THE CLOCK...<br /><br />SIPPY SUCK SUCK<br />ON A <br />HALF PINT HIGH<br />WITH A <br />SMOLDERIN<br />RUBY ON<br />MY LUCKY STRIKE<br />MY CHICK'S LIPS<br />CURLED IN A SMILE...<br /><br />I CAN LIVE<br />MY LIFE IN<br />A DAY BABY<br />IT AIN'T THE<br />LONG HAUL<br />FOR ME...I WANNA <br />LIVE FAST...DIE YOUNG <br />AND HAVE A<br />GOOD LOOKIN CORPSE...<br /><br />Bobby Jameson dec 1, 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1840749630218184794?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-72263116608160515142010-11-24T02:01:00.000-08:002010-12-18T14:03:57.192-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TOzii5DGDxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/efW4tBM4Opc/s1600/1465toothpicks.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TOzii5DGDxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/efW4tBM4Opc/s400/1465toothpicks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543054330443468562" /></a><br /><br />AN ALL NIGHTER<br />IN HELL...<br />THOUGHTS OF<br />SUICIDE <br />RUMBLE<br />THROUGH MY<br />HEAD...<br /><br />POTENT <br />MEMORIES<br />LIKE A BLACK<br />WIDOW SPIDER<br />CRAWL FROM <br />THE CORNERS<br />OF MY MIND...<br /><br />THIS PLACE...<br />THIS TIME...<br />SMELLS LIKE<br />DYING LILIES<br />HUMPED UP<br />AGAINST THE<br />WALL OF <br />NEVER MIND...<br /><br />THE EXCUSES OF<br />LOVED ONES<br />TOO BUSY<br />STACKING <br />TOOTHPICKS<br />TO REACH OUT<br />WITH A<br />GENTLE WORD...<br /><br />SELFISH LIPS<br />PURSED IN<br />SILENCE...<br />EYES THAT STARE<br />THROUGH MY<br />GLASS FACE...<br />ANNOYED BY<br />MY TEDIOUS<br />NEED FOR LOVE...<br /><br />Bobby Jameson Nov 24, 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7226311660816051514?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-72264093236187529742010-11-17T23:40:00.000-08:002010-11-17T23:41:57.836-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TOTYqdIPtNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AIR_VsChIMU/s1600/wolf_1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TOTYqdIPtNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AIR_VsChIMU/s400/wolf_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540791665457870034" /></a><br /><br /><br />I WAIT LIKE A BEGGAR<br />AT THE DOOR OF THIEVES<br />HOPING FOR CRUMBS <br />FROM THEIR TABLE<br /><br />A TABLE BUILT<br />WITH MY OWN HANDS...<br />FASHIONED FROM FINE WOOD<br />GATHERED IN MY YOUTH...<br /><br />I STAND LIKE A PAUPER<br />NEXT TO THIER LIES<br />CONDEMNED BY RIDICULE <br />FOR MY MISERY<br /><br />MISERY<br />I SUFFER<br />BY THE VERY ONES<br />WHO BARTER NOW<br /><br />OVER THAT WHICH <br />THEY TOOK FROM ME... <br />PROFITING FROM IT<br />AS I STARVED<br /><br />MY PATIENCE RUNNING THIN<br />I PLEDGE TO MYSELF <br />I WILL NOT DIE<br />UNTIL THEY SUFFER...<br /><br />I WHO WAIT<br />LIKE A HUNGRY WOLF<br />FOR THEIR EXIT... <br />THEIR SWIFT DEMISE<br /><br />I THE WOLF...<br />THE SHADOW HUNTER<br />WELL SUITED AGAINST <br />THEIR SOFT FLESH... <br /><br />Bobby Jameson Oct, 1 2009<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7226409323618752974?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-48086263309991782282010-10-26T02:50:00.000-07:002010-10-26T03:02:32.311-07:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TManIPxd_GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-Rgw80EPWIE/s1600/3236013687_0e035edb4b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TManIPxd_GI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-Rgw80EPWIE/s400/3236013687_0e035edb4b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532292952386042978" /></a><br /><br />LONELY....<br />LIKE A STONE<br />THROWN TO <br />THE GROUND<br /><br />LEFT ALONE<br />IN THE MINCED<br />MEAT OF MY<br />SORROW....<br /><br />TRAVELERS...<br />UNAWARE OF<br />MY DISTRESS<br />PASS BY<br /><br />LAUGHING<br />AS THEY GO<br />DEAF TO MY<br />CRIES...<br /><br />WAIT....<br />COME BACK<br />I WANT TO<br />TALK...<br /><br />I WANT TO<br />LIVE...<br />TO MOVE<br />TO BREATHE<br /><br />I AM A ROCK<br />A STUPID<br />ROCK...<br />I AM NOTHING...<br /><br />Bobby Jameson Oct 26, 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4808626330999178228?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-9695961405544519582010-10-24T19:11:00.000-07:002010-10-24T19:12:44.142-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TMTnY_nS_xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hCbNXXoGVlc/s1600/72534_1680949983751_1237602219_2245391_6231324_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TMTnY_nS_xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hCbNXXoGVlc/s400/72534_1680949983751_1237602219_2245391_6231324_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531800658896944914" /></a><br /><br /><br />GREY SKY<br />MORNING<br />WASHED<br />ACROSS THE<br />PICKWICK DAY<br />OF EVERGREEN<br /><br />SHADES OF<br />MARBLED <br />MEMORIES<br />ROLL THROUGH<br />MY WATERCOLOR <br />MIND<br /><br />A LONE<br />TRAVELER<br />HUNCHED IN<br />HIS PARADE<br />ALONG THE <br />COBBLESTONE<br /><br />GREETS ME<br />WITH A<br />WARM SMILE<br />AND TWINKLING <br />EYES OF<br />BLUE<br /><br />CAPTURED NOW <br />FOR ALWAYS<br />IN THE ARMS<br />OF MY THOUGHTS<br />WAITING ....<br />FOR YET<br /><br />ANOTHER <br />GREY SKY <br />MORNING<br />AND A<br />PICKWICK DAY<br />OF EVERGREEN......<br /><br />Bobby Jameson Oct 24. 2010<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-969596140554451958?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-84461695423987131792010-09-20T18:01:00.000-07:002010-09-20T18:02:54.632-07:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TJgD9p5qzOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sGrLinfGnO4/s1600/Photo+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TJgD9p5qzOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sGrLinfGnO4/s400/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519165701097180386" /></a><br /><br /><br />I stand alone at four in the morning, moaning and cursing the pain in my head..<br />Can't sleep.... Just stare at the foggy sky wondering if I will ever get better.... wondering if I will ever have a time without this pain.....Twelve years of it... day and night....all day...everyday... and night........I watch the red tip of my cigarette glow in the semi light..... me and a smoke.....and the headache....the endless hell of non-stop misery.....<br /><br />I am trying as hard as I have ever tried in my life to get along with the world...and failing miserably....I am prone to outbursts of anger, fueled by this ever present torture.... I don't know how to cope any better than I am...maybe I should just go...and leave the world alone......escape into solitude.........loneliness.......<br /><br />I am always lured back to the world because of that....because of the loneliness.... my need to connect....to bring something to show...to tell someone about..... I make the mistake of complaining out loud...telling anyone who will listen how much it hurts....trusting I am amongst friends....... like a boomerang my words come back like another nail in my coffin....<br /><br />My head explodes, and I am engulfed in explanations that go nowhere.... my frustration at my own stupidity for speaking out in public leave me suspect in my own eyes....I was trying.....I was really trying not to let this happen...another failure...another regret to throw on the endless heap of regrets called me.....like a child bewildered, I lash out at the email hell littered with comments.....<br /><br />I am electronic in my need to hide...to dispose of you....me...them....us.......I run wildly through the universe of meddling applications....inflicting the crime of deletion on all I encounter.....Like a madman unleashed I destroy all I can touch within my pathetic realm of empty promises....I settle back into my victory, which is my defeat.....my misery......my loneliness of mesmerizing pain in my head.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8446169542398713179?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-82258215664749223512010-09-19T15:37:00.000-07:002010-09-19T15:38:08.540-07:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TJaQpVWli2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hsf9HmtktsU/s1600/8478.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TJaQpVWli2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hsf9HmtktsU/s400/8478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518757433170037602" /></a><br /><br />I was a puzzle. A bunch of different experiential pieces that were totally dissimilar to the experiences of those in the world around me. Pieces by themselves, unassembled, which did not portray in any cohesive way a picture of my collective self. <br /><br />These pieces were in a box in my head, and they just sat there. Occasionally a new piece was added to the box, confusing further any clear notion of what the pieces would represent, should they ever be joined together forming a single character.<br /><br />A human set of fragments, strewn across the filthy floor of my own house of demons. Cascading emotions and super charged flashbacks flowing in an endless array of deadly memories through my mind and body. <br /><br />To see me sitting almost perfectly still you would not have guessed that I was engulfed in the kind of turmoil I was in. I would have appeared at ease to any onlooker, even comfortable, while in truth I was not even present.<br /><br />The shades and textures of a human being are created and changed over time by all that they have been and now are. The social continuity of a culture is born out of the collective similarities of everyday experience. <br /><br />But when you have a human being, whose experience is totally dissimilar to the experiences of those around him, then the one will be different than the many, and will find it difficult to assimilate or integrate into the world around him.<br /><br />I could not integrate myself into the world around me. I stood outside like a beggar at the window, hiding the pieces of myself from your view, afraid of what you'd think. In Tucson, I was a nobody on crutches. In Hollywood I was thought of as crazy, but I was still Bobby Jameson. <br /><br />This was my catch-22 reality. Mentally, I was neither in Tucson nor Hollywood. I was hopelessly split somewhere between them. Always wanting to leave where I was to get to where I thought I should be, and once there, would question my own presence.<br /><br />As I sat in my wheelchair in the living room of my mother's house, I looked down at my left arm and stared at the needle marks. I looked at my mother, seemingly unaware, of the tragedy all around her. My brother Quentin, nodding out from drugs on the couch and all the while the TV chattering in the background. <br /><br />In this surreal setting, I knew something had to change. I was broken and loaded on smack and booze in a goddamn wheelchair in Arizona going nowhere. As my eyes traveled over this scene, I knew then the heroin had to go, and I had to get out of there. I vowed to myself that I would pull it together and fight my way back.<br /><br />After some months, my casts were cut off while having two metal pins removed from my ankle that had worked themselves loose. My left leg, from the thigh down to the calf, was emaciated from no movement for over half a year. It looked like the leg of someone who'd spent time in a prison camp. <br /><br />The first time I put weight on it without a cast, the pain was unbearable. But with the aid of alcohol and pills I finally got to where I could tolerate it. I was slowly but surely piecing myself back together like frankenstein.<br /><br />I was a wreckage, posing as a human being. Where once I'd had a clear picture of myself and my purpose, I was now fragmented into so many pieces, it was hard to know what I'd become or where I was headed. Again, I was like a fully assembled puzzle that someone had picked up and dropped on the floor. <br /><br />I had only a vague sense of what I was doing. In reality I was wandering around as a damaged group rather than a whole human being. Unaware of the truly splintered nature of my psyche, I continued to grope, unsuccessfully, for anything resembling a normal life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8225821566474922351?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-56755151744701461432010-09-04T14:44:00.000-07:002011-01-13T17:53:36.452-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TIK94qkVofI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NlFvnCCWyms/s1600/lies.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TIK94qkVofI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NlFvnCCWyms/s400/lies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513177675051934194" /></a><br /><br /><br />THE HAPPY CHILD<br />PUSHED THROUGH<br />THE FUNNEL<br />OF SOCIETIES<br />KILLER INSTINCT....<br />DESTINATION NOWHERE....<br /><br />FRAGILE MINDS<br />GROPED BY RELIGION<br />LIARS SPREADING<br />RUMORS<br />DRESSED UP<br />AS MORALITY<br />AND GOODNESS....<br /><br />THE TERROR<br />OF SHAME<br />STITCHED INTO<br />THE FLESH OF<br />THE YOUNG<br />PRAISED AS A <div>LOFTY BURDEN....<br /><br />GO GET EM JR.<br />EDUCATE AND<br />MATRICULATE<br />INTO HELL'S<br />OWN SYSTEM....<br /><br />REGURGITATE AND<br />INCORPORATE<br />YOUR SPLINTERED<br />KNOWLEDGE INTO<br />A SOLDIER'S<br />LOST HONOR....<br /><br />PROTECT<br />THE BUSINESS<br />OF WAR...<br />RELIGION....AND<br />THE MANUFACTURING<br />OF FLAGS<br />AND STATUETTES.....<br /><br />ALL HAIL THE<br />CONQUERING ZOMBIES<br />THE RIFF RAFF OF<br />MODERN LIFE<br />PINNED ON THE<br />BULL'S EYE OF LIES.........<br /><br />Robert Parker Jameson Sep 4, 2010</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5675515174470146143?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-24916381153509064432010-08-26T17:44:00.000-07:002011-01-13T17:57:15.064-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/THcKhElNZWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XCmZWDG5kTk/s1600/Soaring_eagle_op_722x718.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/THcKhElNZWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XCmZWDG5kTk/s400/Soaring_eagle_op_722x718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509884232392861026" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">THERE WERE TIMES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WHEN I HEARD YOU</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">CALLING MY NAME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">THERE WERE TIMES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WHEN I KNEW</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">IT WAS YOU</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BUT MY HEART</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WAS AS SAD</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AS THE CRYING</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">OF A RIVER</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND MY TEARS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WERE LIKE </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">CRYSTALS OF BLUE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">THERE WERE TIMES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">IN THE NIGHT </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WHEN I COULDN'T </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">FIND YOU</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TIMES I WAS LOST</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND ALONE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">YOU LIFTED</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">MY HEART </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">FROM THE DARKNESS </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AROUND ME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND HELD ME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND MADE ME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">YOUR OWN</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">YOU SET ME FREE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ON THE WIND </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">LIKE AN EAGLE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">HELD ME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND CARRIED </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ME HOME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">YOU GAVE ME</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">COURAGE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TO TRUST</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">IN MY WINGS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">UNTIL I</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">COULD FLY </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ON MY OWN</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Robert Parker Jameson Aug 26, 2010</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2491638115350906443?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-9027343963113353732010-07-12T18:07:00.001-07:002010-07-12T18:08:53.522-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TDu8eLGspWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7am1mWodzoU/s1600/a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_OF_TOMORROW___Yoshikazu_Kato-ROAR.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TDu8eLGspWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7am1mWodzoU/s320/a_Ken_Watanabe_Sunset_in_MEMORIES_OF_TOMORROW___Yoshikazu_Kato-ROAR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493191397071431010" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>STORY TELLING </div><div>HELLING DAYS</div><div>LOST INSIDE </div><div>THE QUANTUM MAZE</div><div>OF THINGS REVERSED </div><div>BY PLASTIC PEN</div><div>THIS MY NOW </div><div>MY NOW OF THEN</div><div><br /></div><div>TECHNICOLOR </div><div>STREAMING SLIDES</div><div>OF PHYSICS FOUNTAIN </div><div>FROM ALL SIDES</div><div>CRAWLING THROUGH </div><div>THE SCREAMING PAST</div><div>SHATTERED STILL </div><div>LIKE BROKEN GLASS</div><div><br /></div><div>TIME UNDONE </div><div>IN WRITTEN WORD</div><div>SENTENCES </div><div>OF WHISPERS HEARD </div><div>I ALIVE TO DIE AGAIN</div><div>THIS MY NOW </div><div>MY NOW OF THEN</div><div><br /></div><div>ECHOES FALL </div><div>LIKE DYING STARS</div><div>FINGERS TOUCH </div><div>TOMORROW'S SCARS </div><div>I ALONE </div><div>CAN NOT PRETEND</div><div>THAT THIS MY NOW </div><div>IS NOT LIKE THEN</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-902734396311335373?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-80936782658154797342010-06-22T20:38:00.000-07:002010-10-28T15:38:03.432-07:00I WALKED AWAY <div>IN EIGHTY-FIVE</div><div>JUST TO TRY AND</div><div>STAY ALIVE</div><div>BROKE AND LONELY</div><div>ON MY OWN</div><div>NO PLACE LEFT TO</div><div>CALL MY HOME</div><div><br /></div><div>WANDERED NORTH</div><div>GOODBYE L.A.</div><div>TRIED TO FIND</div><div>A PLACE TO STAY</div><div>NOT MUCH MONEY</div><div>OLD USED CAR</div><div>KNEW I COULDN'T</div><div>GO TOO FAR</div><div><br /></div><div>FACES FROM THE PAST</div><div>KEPT FLASHING</div><div>IN MY MIND</div><div>AS IT WENT CRASHING</div><div>INTO DARKNESS</div><div>INTO FEAR</div><div>I ALONE WITH</div><div>NO ONE NEAR</div><div><br /></div><div>CHILDHOOD DEMONS</div><div>AT MY DOOR</div><div>KEEP ON TRYING</div><div>BUT WHAT FOR</div><div>EVERY PLACE I</div><div>EVER TAKE ME</div><div>WHEN I GET THERE</div><div>I FORSAKE ME</div><div><br /></div><div>GRUMBLED MUMBLED</div><div>JUMBLED MAN</div><div>WORKING HARDER</div><div>THAN I CAN</div><div>TIL MY BACK</div><div>IS NEARLY BROKEN</div><div>THIS AND ALL THE</div><div>WORDS I'VE SPOKEN</div><div><br /></div><div>I MYSELF AS CLEAR</div><div>AS WATER</div><div>ONLY WHEN WITH </div><div>THEM THIS SLAUGHTER</div><div>STARTS AND ENDS</div><div>LIKE CLOCKS TELL TIME</div><div>IT'S HUMANS WHO</div><div>COMMIT EACH CRIME</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 22, 2010</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8093678265815479734?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-86295576350351581172010-06-13T00:38:00.000-07:002010-06-13T00:52:15.886-07:00HYPNOTIC EYES<div>LOOKING INTO</div><div>THE SUN</div><div>BLACKENED LIKE</div><div>A BURNING SPOON</div><div><br /></div><div>NEEDLESS BAGS</div><div>OF CARPENTER </div><div>PENCILS SIT</div><div>IN ENDLESS PILES </div><div>ON THE FLOOR</div><div><br /></div><div>ONE WAY GLASS</div><div>STARES IN AT ME</div><div>CROSS-EYED AND</div><div>BEWILDERED</div><div>REGRETFUL </div><div><br /></div><div>TIN MEN WITH</div><div>MEAT MINDS</div><div>HURL THEMSELVES</div><div>OFF DESK TOPS</div><div>INTO HUMANITY</div><div><br /></div><div>INTO INSANITY</div><div>PROFANITY</div><div>AND VANITY</div><div>DUST GATHERS</div><div>IN CORNERS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 13, 2010</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8629557635035158117?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-81552652990651341162010-06-10T22:19:00.000-07:002010-06-10T22:31:36.164-07:00TROUBLED DAYS<div>BLISTERED AND </div><div>BETRAYED</div><div>SILENT</div><div>AGAINST THE </div><div>SCREAMING</div><div>BACKGROUND</div><div>OF ANTIPATHY</div><div><br /></div><div>WARS WAGED</div><div>WITH SLOGANS</div><div>AND TRITE</div><div>MOANS</div><div>DEMONS OF</div><div>ANGER</div><div>RISE OUT OF</div><div>FERTILE SOIL</div><div><br /></div><div>DECADENT HOURS</div><div>SPIN BY</div><div>IN SEARCH</div><div>OF THE </div><div>MOTHER LOAD</div><div>DREAMS END</div><div>IN TEAR</div><div>DRENCHED MOMENTS....</div><div><br /></div><div>TOIL AND</div><div>TROUBLE</div><div>ABOUND</div><div>LIKE MARBLES</div><div>DESTINED TO</div><div>BE LOST IN</div><div>THE DUST</div><div>OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE....</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 10, 2010</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8155265299065134116?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-39090522288462332972010-05-31T20:46:00.000-07:002010-05-31T20:49:57.150-07:00<div>MY LIFE ALONG THE RAZOR'S EDGE</div><div>NOT TO KILL MYSELF I PLEDGE</div><div>THOUGH MISERY AND PAIN ABOUND</div><div>THE SPINNING CRUSHING RUSHING GROUND</div><div><br /></div><div>I SEE INSIDE MY BROKEN MIND</div><div>WHERE NONE HAVE GONE AND NONE COULD FIND</div><div>THE FROZEN CHILD WHO LIVES ALONE</div><div>PETRIFIED NOW TURNED TO STONE</div><div><br /></div><div>I SCREAM NO SOUND FROM BLEEDING LIPS</div><div>MY TEARS OF DUST LIKE SINKING SHIPS</div><div>SEEK THE DEPTHS OF AGONY</div><div>BENEATH THE WAVES OF MOANING SEA</div><div><br /></div><div>CRIMSON RUNS LIKE BOILED BLOOD</div><div>FROM IRON CUTS INTO THE MUD</div><div>OF THOUGHT ONCE THOUGHT BUT LEFT TO DIE</div><div>OF TIME RUN COLD WHAT LEFT TO TRY</div><div><br /></div><div>THIS COSMIC JOKE OF MISERY</div><div>LIKE VIRUS LIFE SPREAD ENDLESSLY</div><div>INFECTS THE WORLD INFLICTS IT'S LIE</div><div>UPON EACH INFANT DOOMED TO DIE</div><div><br /></div><div>I WATCH I BLEED AND SMILE AT DEATH</div><div>AND RANT AGAINST MY EVERY BREATH </div><div>I RAIL AT GOD I AM HIS STYE</div><div>KILL ME GOD I WANT TO DIE</div><div><br /></div><div>THIS THE GIFT I SOUGHT AND SEEK</div><div>ACROSS THE VEIL AFRAID TO SPEAK</div><div>THE RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL </div><div>MY RESTING PLACE I KNOW SO WELL</div><div><br /></div><div>DIGNITY HAS SHUNNED MY FACE</div><div>BITTER SWEET IS ALL I TASTE</div><div>I STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN</div><div>MY EYES ON FIRE NO PLACE TO RUN</div><div><br /></div><div>TAKE MY LIFE AND GIVE ME DEATH</div><div>KILL MY EVER PRESENT BREATH </div><div>LET ME GO AWAY FROM PAIN</div><div>STOP THE THINKING IN MY BRAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>NOT SO MAD AS MADNESS GIVES</div><div>THIS HELL OF MINE WHERE SADNESS LIVES</div><div>I THE HOBO ON HIS WAY</div><div>RESENT MY EVERY WRETCHED DAY</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson August 17, 2008</div><div><br /></div><div>From the Bobby Jameson blog</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3909052228846233297?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-53909096688288251852010-04-01T14:55:00.001-07:002010-04-01T14:57:37.077-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S7UWd7G9znI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5oBLsbeKA5I/s1600/l_74e548932ed845f1b2639bbac4f2b287.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S7UWd7G9znI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5oBLsbeKA5I/s400/l_74e548932ed845f1b2639bbac4f2b287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455291226968149618" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S7UWd7G9znI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5oBLsbeKA5I/s1600/l_74e548932ed845f1b2639bbac4f2b287.jpg"></a><div>My body hangs suspended in air. Like a tiny leaf nestled on the wind. I float against the sun and blue of the sky. My eyes see everything and nothing as I linger with infinity. Human forms below stand motionless. Like steel statues pinned to the earth. No sound do I hear. Not a thing do I feel, but peace.</div><div><br /></div><div>Faces reach out to me with their eyes. Guiding me, caressing me. The world stops in a gasp....breathless and still. "Where Oh Lord is this place?" I mutter....</div><div>no answer... The hills stand in awe of the moment. Moaning in unison at the spectacle before them... Birds watch with tears frozen in their eyes....</div><div><br /></div><div>I drift slightly in the breeze and feel myself lose the air. I grab as it speeds away. The green of the earth shifts on the horizon and I slip into free fall. My mind races against the wind now pelting my face. The black steel of my home whispering as I careen downward.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gone is the safety of my perch. Gone now my weightless body on the breeze. The human forms below in a frenzy as they jerk themselves awake. "Where is ground zero?" </div><div><br /></div><div>I feel cold heavy air crashing against me as I race toward the dark bottom. Sadness fills my eyes. The gasp of an illogical conclusion. The calamity of it. The utter necessity of it..... "Why am I here? Why have I come to this?"</div><div><br /></div><div>My thoughts end as I hit hard against the roof. My legs twist like paperclips beneath the weight of my body. My teeth shatter in my mouth along with my feet inside my boots. I cannot breath. I am alive... I fight to remain conscious. Struggle to gauge the extent of the damage... </div><div><br /></div><div>Months later I lay in a hospital bed staring at the casts on my feet and legs.....No one came to see me but my mother....no one called or sent a card..... no one.....for months...... I could still hear the voices........I care about you Bobby...I care so much......</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Mar 25, 2010</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><br /><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "></div></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5390909668828825185?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-27172031814592256802010-03-17T00:29:00.001-07:002010-03-17T00:37:38.110-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S6CGqWd572I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HXmpoo_k5g8/s1600-h/711666_keep_working.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S6CGqWd572I/AAAAAAAAAGE/HXmpoo_k5g8/s320/711666_keep_working.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449503611261939554" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>MOSSY GREEN </div><div>LINES THE POND...</div><div>PINE AND </div><div>SYCAMORE </div><div>STAND TOGETHER </div><div>WATCHING </div><div>REFLECTIONS OF </div><div>SKY ON WATER</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM AMUSED </div><div>IN THIS PLACE...</div><div>FREE TO SMILE</div><div>AND PLAY </div><div>WITH A LONE ANT </div><div>ON HIS WAY </div><div>TO AN IMPORTANT </div><div>DESTINATION</div><div><br /></div><div>I GIVE THE ANT </div><div>A NAME...</div><div>I SHOWER </div><div>THIS SMALL CREATURE</div><div>WITH MY LOVE </div><div>AND RESPECT</div><div>FOR THIS IS </div><div>A GALLANT ANT</div><div><br /></div><div>NEVER BEFORE </div><div>HAVE I SEEN</div><div>SUCH GALLANTRY </div><div>FROM ONE </div><div>SO SMALL </div><div>YET UNAFRAID</div><div>I SURMISE </div><div>THE LESSON IS MINE</div><div><br /></div><div>THOUGH I AM SMALL </div><div>I AM UNAFRAID</div><div>THOUGH I AM ALONE </div><div>I AM UNDAUNTED</div><div>THOUGH I AM NOT </div><div>AS GREAT AS YOU</div><div>I HAVE YOU </div><div>ADMIRING ME...</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Mar 17, 2010</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2717203181459225680?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-55473868930056042342010-01-18T18:38:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:39:46.692-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UbXHHcg4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kDnqMf0q-dI/s1600-h/19667_102710029756863_100000535981286_71845_2363688_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UbXHHcg4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kDnqMf0q-dI/s400/19667_102710029756863_100000535981286_71845_2363688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275009726219138" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>THE OUTLAW</div><div>MY WAY....</div><div>BORN OUT</div><div>OF EXPERIENCE</div><div>BITTER IN</div><div>NATURE</div><div>LIFELONG</div><div>FRUSTRATIONS</div><div>AGAINST THE</div><div>REALITIES</div><div>OF A TIME</div><div>WHEN</div><div>WEAK MEN</div><div>MAKE </div><div>STRONG LAW</div><div>TO USE</div><div>AGAINST</div><div>THE MANY</div><div>WHO LABOR</div><div>ENDLESSLY</div><div>IN PURSUIT </div><div>OF SURVIVAL</div><div><br /></div><div>I......</div><div>SELF</div><div>PROCLAIMED</div><div>ENEMY</div><div>OF TYRANNY</div><div>AND DECEIT</div><div>A GUNSLINGER</div><div>AND SOCIAL</div><div>REJECT </div><div>ARMED</div><div>WITH A</div><div>SMITH AND WESSON</div><div>MOUTH</div><div>AND A </div><div>WINCHESTER</div><div>MIND</div><div>RIDING BY</div><div>NIGHT</div><div>AGAINST</div><div>THE MOON</div><div>DETERMINED</div><div>AND ALONE</div><div>DANGEROUS AND </div><div>FREE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Jan 10, 2010</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5547386893005604234?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-35342789322596998082010-01-18T16:56:00.000-08:002010-01-18T16:58:07.856-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UDfLLgqvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/S-AVw0iTyIk/s1600-h/19667_102293916465141_100000535981286_60291_5388523_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UDfLLgqvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/S-AVw0iTyIk/s400/19667_102293916465141_100000535981286_60291_5388523_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428248759976897266" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>THE TOOLS OF</div><div>THE GUARD</div><div>STAND READY</div><div>IN THE INFINITE</div><div>CIRCUS OF LIFE</div><div><br /></div><div>LIKE DAZZLING</div><div>STICKS</div><div>DANCING ON</div><div>FLUID AIR</div><div>DETERMINED...</div><div><br /></div><div>TO PROTECT </div><div>AT ALL COSTS</div><div>THOSE WHO ARE</div><div>ENTRUSTED TO</div><div>HIS CARE</div><div><br /></div><div>LET NO ONE</div><div>MISTAKE THE </div><div>DEDICATION OF</div><div>THE GUARD OR</div><div>HIS PURPOSE</div><div><br /></div><div>HE ALONE STANDS</div><div>READY TO PARISH</div><div>IN PURSUIT</div><div>OF ALL ENEMIES</div><div>OF THE CHILDREN</div><div><br /></div><div>HE WILL NOT</div><div>WAVER OR COWAR</div><div>WHIMPER NOR CRY</div><div>OR GIVE GROUND</div><div>TO INVADERS....</div><div><br /></div><div>LET THOSE</div><div>WHO HAVE HEARD</div><div>NOW BE WARNED</div><div>FOR IN WARNING </div><div>THEY ARE OBLIGATED</div><div><br /></div><div>Boby Jameson Jan 1, 2010</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3534278932259699808?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-76110316870290318002010-01-18T16:51:00.000-08:002010-01-18T16:54:08.126-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UCWf9SGRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R2ipdEa9KEA/s1600-h/19667_102368963124303_100000535981286_62231_4388157_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UCWf9SGRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R2ipdEa9KEA/s400/19667_102368963124303_100000535981286_62231_4388157_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428247511423916306" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UCWf9SGRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R2ipdEa9KEA/s1600-h/19667_102368963124303_100000535981286_62231_4388157_n.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UCVx7NIKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/r04tt5xmv0c/s1600-h/19667_102368919790974_100000535981286_62230_7717019_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UCVx7NIKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/r04tt5xmv0c/s400/19667_102368919790974_100000535981286_62230_7717019_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428247499067170978" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>SHE IS A HAWK</div><div>A HUNTRESS</div><div>OF THE MYSTIC </div><div>TRUTH</div><div>SHE DREAMS</div><div>IN SILENT </div><div>FLIGHT</div><div>ABOVE THE</div><div>EARTH</div><div>AND DANCES</div><div>ON RAYS OF </div><div>BURNING LIGHT </div><div><br /></div><div>SHE CRIES TO</div><div>HER SACRED</div><div>MATE</div><div>PROMISED</div><div>TO HER</div><div>BY DESTINY </div><div>AT THE </div><div>BEGINNING</div><div>OF TIME</div><div>WHEN CREATION </div><div>WAS BORN</div><div>OF ITSELF</div><div><br /></div><div>MAJESTIC </div><div>LADY</div><div>OF THE SKY</div><div>SILHOUETTED </div><div>BY A </div><div>BURNING SUN</div><div>A MILLION</div><div>YEARS</div><div>OF MEMORY</div><div>AND SINGLE</div><div>PURPOSE OF LIFE</div><div>TO LOVE.......</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Jan 10, 2010</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7611031687029031800?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-91106575234324784422010-01-18T16:45:00.001-08:002010-01-18T16:45:57.796-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UAtJrz66I/AAAAAAAAAFc/r1o3e_N1tyI/s1600-h/18367_101859266508606_100000535981286_48472_6282327_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/S1UAtJrz66I/AAAAAAAAAFc/r1o3e_N1tyI/s400/18367_101859266508606_100000535981286_48472_6282327_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428245701558791074" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>I CANNOT EAT</div><div>WHAT IS UNFIT</div><div>I CANNOT FIT</div><div>INTO WHAT IS UNEATEN</div><div><br /></div><div>THE NAKEDNESS</div><div>OF REALITY</div><div>THE GLARE OF MISERY</div><div>IN ONE'S EYES</div><div><br /></div><div>THE MUTE SCREAM</div><div>OF SURVIVAL</div><div>TESTAMENT TO</div><div>LOSS AND DESPERATION</div><div><br /></div><div>SQUANDER ALL</div><div>SAVE NOTHING</div><div>TOMORROW IS</div><div>SPOKEN FOR</div><div><br /></div><div>NOT IN WORDS</div><div>BUT IN DEEDS</div><div>TO PROPERTY</div><div>TO MAYHEM</div><div><br /></div><div>LOSE NOT THE</div><div>BATTLE OF DEATH</div><div>OR YOU SHALL BE </div><div>FACED WITH A LIFE</div><div><br /></div><div>THE TRAGEDY OF</div><div>THE EXQUISITE</div><div>THE PAIN OF BEAUTY</div><div>GLANCING BACK</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE COME THIS WAY </div><div>NOT OFTEN</div><div>BUT OFTEN ENOUGH</div><div>TO REMEMBER</div><div><br /></div><div>REMEMBER THE LIGHT</div><div>REMEMBER THE ODOR</div><div>AND TO RECALL</div><div>MY LOST SOUL</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Dec 22, 2009</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-9110657523432478442?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-41229056624060201522009-12-01T21:09:00.000-08:002009-12-01T21:16:56.785-08:00SECLUDED MORNING<div>MYSTERY OF LIFE</div><div>OF DEATH</div><div>BEYOND</div><div><br /></div><div>BOB DYLAN'S LINE</div><div>MY WEARINESS</div><div>AMAZES ME...</div><div>I'M BRANDED ON</div><div>MY FEET...</div><div><br /></div><div>CLEAR AS A BELL</div><div>STANDING STILL</div><div>AMAZED AT MY</div><div>WEARINESS</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE WORKED</div><div>ALL MY LIFE</div><div>AND STILL WONDER</div><div>WHY I BOTHERED</div><div><br /></div><div>BUT IN TRUTH</div><div>I WAS COMPELLED</div><div>FAR BEYOND THE</div><div>REALM OF CHOICE</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAD LITTLE TO DO</div><div>WITH IT</div><div>EVEN NOW AS I</div><div>WRITE THESE WORDS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Dec 1, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4122905662406020152?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-36095355177980673582009-10-30T15:20:00.000-07:002011-02-01T16:35:48.410-08:00<div>HOT RED SPOTS </div><div>BLUR MY VISION</div><div>ELECTRIC SHOCKS</div><div>PERMEATE </div><div>MY VIEW</div><div><br /></div><div>PAIN ENGULFED</div><div>HEAD ON FIRE</div><div>BURNING </div><div>HALF BLIND</div><div>MOMENTS </div><div>INTO THIS DAY...</div><div><br /></div><div>THIS DAY IS</div><div>A LIFETIME</div><div>THIS ONE DAY</div><div>CRUSHING HOPE</div><div>I AM VEXED </div><div>AND ALONE </div><div><br /></div><div>SPIRAL STAIRS</div><div>LEAD NOWHERE</div><div>BUT ON</div><div>AND ON</div><div>TO YET ANOTHER</div><div>DAY OF </div><div>GUT IT OUT</div><div><br /></div><div>HANGING ON</div><div>FOR IT'S OWN</div><div>STUPID SAKE</div><div>PRESSING FORWARD</div><div>AGAIN</div><div>MOVING DOWN</div><div>FOR A</div><div>LIFETIME</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3609535517798067358?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-42667894660295834972009-10-17T16:27:00.000-07:002011-02-01T16:52:25.374-08:00<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StpS8oz8okI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qWVP73EAx6Y/s1600-h/bob_36-2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StpS8oz8okI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qWVP73EAx6Y/s200/bob_36-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393714705430520386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>TODAY I DREAM</div><div>OF MOSSY GREEN</div><div>FORESTS TALL</div><div>ALL SERENE</div><div><br /></div><div>TEMPEST GONE</div><div>A GENTLE WIND</div><div>TODAY MY LIFE</div><div>I COMPREHEND</div><div><br /></div><div>TOUCH EACH LEAF</div><div>WITH OPEN HEART</div><div>ALL AROUND ME</div><div>NATURE'S ART</div><div><br /></div><div>THE SIMPLE QUEST</div><div>OF DRIBBLING STREAMS</div><div>CRYSTAL CLEAR</div><div>IN PERFECT DREAMS</div><div><br /></div><div>OF HEAVEN'S EARTH</div><div>IT'S BIRTH AND MOAN</div><div>EACH BLADE OF GRASS</div><div>EACH TINY STONE</div><div><br /></div><div>IS EQUAL TO THE</div><div>MIGHTY SEA</div><div>EACH GRAIN OF SAND</div><div>EACH YOU AND ME</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Oct 17, 2009</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4266789466029583497?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-48294448642799055052009-10-17T13:49:00.000-07:002009-10-17T13:50:29.819-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>IT WAS 1966 </div><div>AS I WALKED ALONG</div><div>SUNSET BLVD </div><div>IN THE HAZY</div><div>SUNLIT AFTERNOON</div><div>TOWARD THE </div><div>HAMBURGER HAMLET</div><div>FOR A BEER</div><div><br /></div><div>THE SIDEWALKS</div><div>WERE WELL TRAVELED</div><div>THEN AND FRIENDLY</div><div>INQUISITIVE FACES</div><div>GREETED YOU</div><div>WITH THEIR EYES</div><div>AND SMILES</div><div>A PARADISE NOW LOST</div><div><br /></div><div>PAISLEY RIBBON SHIRTS</div><div>BEADS AND BANGLES</div><div>GALORE</div><div>CLINKED AND CLATTERED</div><div>FAINTLY</div><div>IN THE WARM BREEZE</div><div>OF WEST HOLLYWOOD</div><div>IN 66</div><div><br /></div><div>IN THE BACKGROUND</div><div>THE SOUND OF</div><div>JOHNNY RIVERS</div><div>DOING AN </div><div>AFTERNOON SET</div><div>AT THE WHISKEY A GO GO</div><div>LURING IN </div><div>THE STEADY FOOT TRAFFIC</div><div><br /></div><div>THE RICH AND FAMOUS</div><div>MIXED EASILY</div><div>WITH THE </div><div>STREET PEOPLE</div><div>AND FLOWER CHILDREN</div><div>THE BARRIERS OF CLASS</div><div>TEMPORARILY</div><div>DROPPED AWAY</div><div><br /></div><div>IN THIS DREAM WORLD</div><div>OF LOVE AND PEACE</div><div>HAND MADE CRAFTS</div><div>WERE LIKE GOLD</div><div>SOUGHT OUT BY THOSE</div><div>EAGER TO FIT IN</div><div>TO THE WILD WHIMSY</div><div>OF THE TIMES</div><div><br /></div><div>THE SUNSET STRIP</div><div>A PATHWAY TO</div><div>HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS </div><div>AND LOVE</div><div>A DOORWAY TO HEAVEN</div><div>AS IT VISITED EARTH</div><div>BRIEFLY IN THE 60'S</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Oct 17, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4829444864279905505?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-87049190979432860272009-10-13T14:33:00.000-07:002011-02-01T17:04:27.878-08:00<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TUitb-P9uGI/AAAAAAAAANk/ydDeEfa2VsY/s1600/work.6546991.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.1959-cadillac-eldorado-tail-fin-5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TUitb-P9uGI/AAAAAAAAANk/ydDeEfa2VsY/s320/work.6546991.1.flat%252C550x550%252C075%252Cf.1959-cadillac-eldorado-tail-fin-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568891635321649250" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I WALK ON</div><div>TILTED WALLS</div><div>LIKE AN </div><div>ARCHANGEL</div><div>FROM THE </div><div>PENNY ARCADE</div><div>OF MISERY</div><div>SPIT SHINED </div><div>NICKELS</div><div>ADORN THE FLOOR</div><div>OF LAST RESORT</div><div>A VACATION PARADISE</div><div>FOR LOSERS</div><div><br /></div><div>SINGLE HANDED </div><div>FAILURES</div><div>CASCADE FROM ABOVE</div><div>AND OUT THE </div><div>BACK DOOR</div><div>OF MY HEART</div><div>INTO CADILLAC REGRETS</div><div>PARKED IN </div><div>THE LOT</div><div>OF SADNESS</div><div>ON THE </div><div>WRONG SIDE</div><div>OF NOWHERE</div><div><br /></div><div>LAUGHTER </div><div>FILLS THE AIR</div><div>AS TOY SOLDIERS</div><div>MARCH OFF </div><div>TO A WAR</div><div>OF WORDS</div><div>TEARY EYED </div><div>EX-RELATIVES </div><div>SHOUT ABOUT </div><div>THE THEORY </div><div>OF EINSTEIN </div><div>AND </div><div>ATOMIC UNDERWEAR</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Oct 13, 2009</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8704919097943286027?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-61152280541753675182009-10-12T22:28:00.000-07:002009-10-12T22:38:57.601-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StQQOVsmAZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MSrKv6KQjlU/s1600-h/24plath.480.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StQQOVsmAZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MSrKv6KQjlU/s320/24plath.480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391952492397724050" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>BLITZKRIEG MOMENTS</div><div>WITH MILITARY</div><div>PRECISION</div><div>SLAM MY HEAD</div><div>INTO THE SUN</div><div><br /></div><div>CRIMSON FEELINGS</div><div>ADORN MY SLEEPLESS</div><div>FORM</div><div>AS IT WANDERS THE</div><div>HALLS OF INJUSTICE</div><div><br /></div><div>SNAPDRAGON TONGUES</div><div>LICK MY WOUNDS</div><div>AND POUR ON </div><div>THE SALT</div><div>WITH A SMILE</div><div>FOR GOOD MEASURE</div><div><br /></div><div>I AIN'T NOBODY'S</div><div>DREAMBOAT BABY</div><div>NOT LIKELY</div><div>I'M A SPUTTERING</div><div>REJECT</div><div>FROM THE 60'S</div><div><br /></div><div>RUNNING AT </div><div>GLASS WALLS ON</div><div>A SUICIDE MISSION</div><div>FOR HELM'S BAKERY</div><div>AND ALL YOU CAN'T EAT</div><div><br /></div><div>JACKSON POLLOCK</div><div>CAFETERIA STYLE</div><div>TODAY'S SPECIAL</div><div>SYLVIA PLATH</div><div>ON RICE</div><div><br /></div><div>LET IT BLEED BOYS</div><div>THE COLOR RED</div><div>LOOKS GOOD</div><div>ON THE </div><div>INVISIBLE MAN</div><div><br /></div><div>AIN'T NO HIGHER CALLING</div><div>THAN THE </div><div>END RESULT OF</div><div>A BAD BEGINNING</div><div>WE CAN'T ALL LOSE</div><div><br /></div><div>SOMEBODY'S GOT</div><div>TO WIN</div><div>NO MATTER</div><div>HOW PAINFUL</div><div>IT IS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6115228054175367518?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-83673566714398178052009-10-12T01:29:00.000-07:002009-10-12T02:04:19.879-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StLo_hw9peI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N3zLPHTOa8s/s1600-h/hankwilliams05-280x336.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StLo_hw9peI/AAAAAAAAAEg/N3zLPHTOa8s/s400/hankwilliams05-280x336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391627882009044450" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>SOLITUDE</div><div>MOOD</div><div>LIKE NOTES</div><div>IN A ROOM FULL</div><div>OF HARMONIES</div><div>CORNER CAFE </div><div>AND A CUP A </div><div>PICK ME UP</div><div>SMOKE</div><div>ON THE</div><div>RUN</div><div>AN ALL NIGHTER</div><div>IN NASHVILLE</div><div>WITH ALL DAY</div><div>BLUES </div><div>IN</div><div>A TABLETOP</div><div>PARADISE</div><div>OF CADILLACS </div><div>AND PONTIACS</div><div>SEEIN THE WORLD</div><div>FROM A BACKSEAT </div><div>WHILE LIVIN FAST</div><div>ON THE </div><div>SLOW BURN</div><div>YOU DRINK AND</div><div>THINK</div><div>AND THERE'S</div><div>A FEELING</div><div>IN THE AIR</div><div>A PILL OR TWO</div><div>MAYBE MORE</div><div>YOU SOAR FOR</div><div>A MOMENT </div><div>AND LIVE</div><div>LIFE IN THE 50'S</div><div>ON THE</div><div>ROAD TO </div><div>RUIN</div><div>YOU'RE</div><div>HANK WILLIAMS</div><div>AND YOU'RE</div><div>TRAVELIN </div><div>ON THE </div><div>LOST HIGHWAY</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009 1:30AM</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8367356671439817805?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-40557910144244696242009-10-11T14:18:00.000-07:002009-10-28T22:40:43.678-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StJL3gjGb2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/2-U10kMbwO4/s1600-h/jack_kerouac.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StJL3gjGb2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/2-U10kMbwO4/s320/jack_kerouac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391455120917950306" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif; font-size: 12px; ">KEROUAC AND POLLOCK</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StJL3gjGb2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/2-U10kMbwO4/s1600-h/jack_kerouac.jpg"></a></div><div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">HURLING ART</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AT THE WORLD</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">OF NON-BELIEVERS </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BRILLIANT COLORS </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">IN A</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BLACK AND WHITE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">REALITY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">CINEMATIC SENTENCES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND PROLIFIC SPLASHES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">OF GENIUS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WRONG WAY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">THE RIGHT WAY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">NO BRUSH </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">NO PEN</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BUT EMOTIONS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">SLAMMED AGAINST</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">THE PINK</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">UNDERBELLY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">OF A CHURCH PEW</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">REALITY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BORN OUT OF</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A NAKED LUNCH BOX</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WITH BURROUGHS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">EYES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND BETTY DAVIS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">KNUCKLES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">JACKSON AND</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">JACK</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">P AND K</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">LIGHT YEARS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AHEAD</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">SOFTLY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WITH A KISS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WITH A FIST</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WITH A</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">HEART</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ON FIRE.....................</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2009</p><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StJL3APWQlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qjVFbEDc0jY/s1600-h/17-pollock_l.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/StJL3APWQlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qjVFbEDc0jY/s320/17-pollock_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391455112245166674" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4055791014424469624?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-78003538163639191262009-10-04T13:22:00.000-07:002009-10-28T22:45:22.565-07:00<div><br /></div><div>WORDS </div><div>LIKE BULLETS</div><div>TEAR THE AIR</div><div>AND FIND THEIR MARK</div><div>TO BURY THERE</div><div><br /></div><div>EACH MEANING</div><div>SLAMMED </div><div>AGAINST THE MIND</div><div>RESIDUES </div><div>THEY LEAVE BEHIND</div><div><br /></div><div>LIKE COLORS THROWN</div><div>IN FURIED FITS</div><div>THE REDS </div><div>THE BLUES</div><div>AND ENDLESS BITS</div><div><br /></div><div>OF SPLATTER </div><div>BLASTING</div><div>RHYME AND HUE</div><div>A RAINBOW BURNING</div><div>IN THE DEW</div><div><br /></div><div>MOLTEN MAGIC</div><div>FROZEN TIME</div><div>THE SENTENCES </div><div>REDUCED </div><div>TO CRIME</div><div><br /></div><div>AGAINST THE WILL</div><div>OF FRENZIED THOUGHT</div><div>A POINT OF VIEW</div><div>IS FINELY </div><div>WROUGHT</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7800353816363919126?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-33156469614671530652009-10-04T02:10:00.000-07:002009-10-04T02:16:57.092-07:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I WALK THE BOULEVARD</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AT NIGHT</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">WITH BLACK LEATHER </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">MOMENTS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TATTOOED ON MY EYES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND GARBAGE CAN</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">FEELINGS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">STRUNG LIKE LIGHTS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ACROSS MY SMILE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">HURRY DOWN AND</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND GET IT UP CISCO</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">CAUSE PONCHO'S ON</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A RAMPAGE OF PITY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">IN THE CITY OF SIN</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BAD LUCK AND</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BEAUTY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">DO ME TWO</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TIMES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ROMEO RHYTHM</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND PAISLY PARTS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">SNAP LIKE WHIP SPANKS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND SPARKLES</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">NEAR THE MANHOLE </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TO HELL </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">ON THE BOULEVARD WALK</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TAKLIN SHIT</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">TO THE SKY</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">JUSTICE IS WHERE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">YOU LOSE IT</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">AND FATE IS A FATE</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BETTER THAN DEATH</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">YOU CAN'T BEAT</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">THE ODDS</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">BUT KEEP TRYIN</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">DADDY-O</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">IT'S THE BOULEVARD</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3315646961467153065?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-60803712157760793892009-09-29T15:13:00.000-07:002009-09-29T16:04:29.434-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I WROTE IT</div><div>YOU STOLE IT</div><div>I SANG IT</div><div>YOU TOOK IT</div><div>I LIVE LIKE A DYING TREE</div><div><br /></div><div>YOU STOLE IT</div><div>I WROTE IT</div><div>YOU TOOK IT</div><div>I SANG IT</div><div>NOTHING'S WHAT YOU GIVE TO ME</div><div><br /></div><div>I MADE IT</div><div>YOU SOLD IT</div><div>I OWN IT</div><div>YOU HOLD IT</div><div>I'M STARVING RIGHT HERE ON YOUR STREET</div><div><br /></div><div>YOU SOLD IT</div><div>I MADE IT</div><div>YOU HOLD IT</div><div>I OWN IT</div><div>MY MISERY NOW IS COMPLETE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Sep 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6080371215776079389?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-18678014451519171902009-09-09T23:06:00.000-07:002009-09-09T23:17:33.600-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/SqiZs5dFT0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fa7Ry6RU0Zk/s1600-h/bob_42.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/SqiZs5dFT0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fa7Ry6RU0Zk/s400/bob_42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379718751510155074" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>PINNED TO CONCRETE</div><div>LIKE A CHRIST OF</div><div>ABSURDITY</div><div>A MILLSTONE AROUND</div><div>MY OWN NECK</div><div>YOU GET USED TO </div><div>THE PAIN</div><div>YOU HAVE TO</div><div>TO LIVE WITH IT</div><div>USED TO THE</div><div>LONELINESS OF BLACK</div><div>NOTHING</div><div>NOTHING BUT ME</div><div>TO TALK TO</div><div>WHERE THE FUCK </div><div>ARE YOU GOD</div><div>WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU</div><div>I WRITE BECAUSE I</div><div>CAN</div><div>IT'S ALL I DO</div><div>IT'S ALL I HAVE</div><div>I DON'T CARE WHAT </div><div>I WRITE</div><div>I JUST WRITE TO</div><div>BURN OFF THE MISERY</div><div>SYLVIA PLATH UNDERSTOOD</div><div>SHE LIVED AND DIED</div><div>WHERE I AM</div><div>SHE WROTE</div><div>AND COMMITTED SUICIDE</div><div>I LIKE HER WRITING</div><div>I LIKED HER WILL</div><div>HER DARKNESS</div><div>AND HER LOVE</div><div>SHE IS GONE BUT</div><div>HER WORDS </div><div>ARE HERE </div><div>WITH MY WORDS</div><div>MINGLED LIKE SILK</div><div>IN THE WIND</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1867801445151917190?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-26788724499415293632009-08-24T20:31:00.000-07:002011-01-13T17:48:19.429-08:00<div><br /></div>AS I WALKED OUT <div>IN THE STREETS </div><div>OF LAREDO<div>I SAID </div><div>WHAT THE FUCK </div><div>AM I DOING HERE?</div><div>MANY PEOPLE </div><div>ANSWERED IN UNISON</div><div>I DON'T KNOW </div><div>THEY SAID</div><div>WHY DON'T </div><div>YOU LEAVE?</div><div>I WAS GOING TO</div><div>I SAID</div><div>UNTIL YOU SAID </div><div>LEAVE</div><div>NOW I'M GOING </div><div>TO STAY HERE</div><div>JUST TO </div><div>PISS YOU OFF</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 24, 2009</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2678872449941529363?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-52885213677490280882009-08-19T16:39:00.000-07:002009-12-13T17:51:09.400-08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I FIND I HAVE NO ANSWERS<div>TO THE QUESTIONS THAT I ASK</div><div>NO RHYME OR ANY REASON</div><div>FOR MY SOLITARY TASK</div><div><br /></div><div>I WAIT HERE IN THE TWILIGHT</div><div>I KNOW NOW WHAT WENT WRONG</div><div>CAUSE IT'S BEEN JUST LIKE WINTER HERE</div><div>ALONE ALL SUMMER LONG</div><div><br /></div><div>MAYBE IF I'D LISTENED MORE</div><div>TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY</div><div>YOU'D BE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW</div><div>INSTEAD OF GONE AWAY</div><div><br /></div><div>I WISH I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS</div><div>BEFORE I WROTE THIS SONG</div><div>CAUSE IT'S BEEN JUST LIKE WINTER HERE</div><div>ALONE ALL SUMMER LONG</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 19, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5288521367749028088?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-43054329614491313512009-08-15T23:19:00.000-07:002009-08-15T23:27:21.139-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SOFT WORDS </div><div>LIKE HONEY</div><div>SAVED </div><div>FOR THE EARS </div><div>OF THE DESERVING</div><div>NOT ME</div><div>I DON'T DESERVE</div><div>SOFT WORDS</div><div>ACCORDING TO THE</div><div>VOICES</div><div>THAT UTTER THEM</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM</div><div>A WALKING PRISON</div><div>OF STEEL AND WELD</div><div>DARK AND HARD</div><div>SOFT WORDS</div><div>ARE WASTED</div><div>ON THE LIKES</div><div>OF ME</div><div>BUT EVEN CACTUS</div><div>MUST SOMETIMES</div><div>SIP MOISTURE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 15, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4305432961449131351?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-1925773405743230962009-08-11T23:24:00.000-07:002009-08-11T23:37:42.980-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I CRY IN THE NIGHT<div>LIKE THE RAIN</div><div>I FALL FROM MY EYES</div><div>IT'S INSANE</div><div>AND NOTHING GOES ON</div><div>BUT THE PAIN</div><div>I CRY IN THE NIGHT</div><div>LIKE THE RAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>MY EYES ARE LIKE WINDOWS </div><div>OF GLASS</div><div>I FALL FROM MY MOUTH</div><div>LIKE THE PAST</div><div>BUT THINGS THAT STILL HURT</div><div>ARE WHAT LAST</div><div>MY EYES ARE LIKE </div><div>WINDOWS OF GLASS</div><div><br /></div><div>MY HEART IS A ROAD</div><div>ON THE WALL</div><div>I FALL FROM MY HANDS</div><div>LIKE A BALL</div><div>THERE'S NOBODY LEFT </div><div>I CAN CALL</div><div>MY HEART IS A ROAD</div><div>ON THE WALL</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 11, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-192577340574323096?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-38256057960875044402009-08-10T16:30:00.000-07:002010-05-27T20:31:16.944-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>GROANING <div>AT THE SIDE OF </div><div>THE ROAD</div><div><div>TO OBLIVION</div><div>LOOKING FOR </div><div>A HAND</div><div>BUT NONE </div><div>IS OFFERED</div><div>I STRUGGLE </div><div>TO MY FEET</div><div>ON BROKEN DREAMS</div><div>I HOBBLE ON</div><div>TOWARD </div><div>DESTINY</div><div>MISERABLE </div><div>AND ALONE</div><div>I CRY OUT </div><div>TO THE DEAF</div><div>I SEE A WORLD</div><div>BUT HAVE NOT</div><div>LIVED IN IT</div><div>I BITE MY LIP</div><div>UNTIL IT BLEEDS</div><div>AND FEED ON MYSELF</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 10, 2009</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3825605796087504440?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-71620773386493472512009-08-07T22:49:00.000-07:002009-08-10T21:17:51.122-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>TIMELESS MAYHEM </div><div>ON THE CORNER</div><div>WHERE MY LIFE </div><div>JUST DRIFTS ALONG</div><div>COMBAT MOMENTS</div><div>WRITTEN POORLY</div><div>ON THE ARMS</div><div>OF WHAT WENT WRONG</div><div><br /></div><div>DAZED INDIFFERENCE </div><div>LABLED PASSIVE</div><div>MASSIVE SCOPE OF LIES</div><div>WE TOLD</div><div>LEATHER NOSES</div><div>CRIMSON ROSES</div><div>THAT SUPPOSES</div><div>HOT IS COLD</div><div><br /></div><div>PEDESTRIANS</div><div>AND CHARLATANS </div><div>STILL MEET AND GREET</div><div>THE RISING SUN</div><div>BUT ALL OF US </div><div>LIKE RUNNING PUS</div><div>MUST ANSWER FOR</div><div>EACH DEED THAT'S DONE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 7, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7162077338649347251?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-61967862226201667652009-08-01T22:15:00.000-07:002009-08-01T22:22:50.745-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>THE DARKNESS OF ALONE<div>LONELINESS BY ITSELF</div><div>WITHOUT ANYONE</div><div>WITHOUT HOPE</div><div><br /></div><div>THE CIRCULAR RUT</div><div>OF THE SELF ALONE</div><div>INESCAPABLE </div><div>PRISON LIKE</div><div><br /></div><div>THE SOUND</div><div>OF LIFE</div><div>PASSING YOU BY</div><div>UNNOTICED </div><div><br /></div><div>VOICELESS</div><div>ALL CONSUMING</div><div>EXISTENCE</div><div>ALONE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Aug 1, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6196786222620166765?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-27521605895744654422009-07-22T21:53:00.001-07:002009-07-22T21:54:28.510-07:00<div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>THE NEON BOULEVARDS</div><div>OF AMERICA'S JUNGLE</div><div>SMALL CITIES AND TOWNS</div><div>OF CRUEL HEARTS</div><div><br /></div><div>WHERE I STOOD AGAINST</div><div>THE LIARS AND HYPOCRITES</div><div>WHO CARVED THEIR INSIGNIAS</div><div>IN THE FLESH OF THE EARTH</div><div><br /></div><div>I CARRIED THE WOLF IN MY BONES</div><div>AND WALKED IN HIS FOOTPRINTS</div><div>HUNTING THE TONGUES OF LYING MOUTHS</div><div>AS THEY SANG FROM THE FALSE BOOK</div><div><br /></div><div>I MET PEOPLE </div><div>WITH TWO FACES AND NO HEART</div><div>I SAW THEIR WORDS</div><div>WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THEIR FOREHEADS</div><div><br /></div><div>I PASSED THEIR SHRINES</div><div>BUILT TO GLORIFY </div><div>THEIR IGNORANCE</div><div>AND DEAD LEADERS</div><div><br /></div><div>I SAW THEIR FLAG</div><div>WHICH WAS MADE</div><div>FROM THE SKIN</div><div>OF THOSE THEY HAD KILLED</div><div><br /></div><div>I WANDERED THEIR CITIES</div><div>BUILT ON THE DEATH OF FORESTS</div><div>AND BREATHED </div><div>THE POISON AIR</div><div><br /></div><div>I SAW HONOR </div><div>THROWN IN THE GUTTERS OF PROFIT</div><div>AND HEARD LIARS PROCLAIM THEMSELVES</div><div>MORAL BEINGS</div><div><br /></div><div>I SAW CHILDREN</div><div>CRUCIFIED BY RELIGION </div><div>AND TORMENTED</div><div>WITH SHAME</div><div><br /></div><div>ALL THESE THINGS</div><div>I SAW AND HEARD</div><div>ON THE NEON BOULEVARDS</div><div>OF AMERICA'S JUNGLE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson July 22, 2009</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2752160589574465442?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-17855184011058312502009-07-21T22:07:00.000-07:002009-09-26T14:06:17.381-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THE ANCIENT WOLF</div><div>THE MAGNIFICENT MISFIT</div><div>CARNIVORE DELUX</div><div>WITH EYES OF STEEL </div><div>THAT SEE IN DARK</div><div>AND CRAWL INSIDE A THING</div><div>TO FEAST ON </div><div>THE AROMA OF FEAR</div><div><br /></div><div>I GIVE PRAISE TO YOU WOLF</div><div>I WALKED BESIDE YOU</div><div>IN THE HUNT</div><div>NESTLED IN THE LAIR </div><div>AGAINST YOUR STIFF COAT</div><div>AND TASTED</div><div>YOUR PREY</div><div>IN THE WIND</div><div><br /></div><div>WHY DO I GO TO THE WORLD</div><div>OF MAN </div><div>LIVE WITH THEM</div><div>WHEN MY HEART </div><div>IS WITH YOU</div><div>TRACKING THE SCENT</div><div>OF THAT WHICH RUNS</div><div>IN EBONY BLACK</div><div><br /></div><div>WHY IN MY HUMILIATION</div><div>DO I WALK THE</div><div>CONCRETE JUNGLES OF MAN</div><div>WHOSE SHARP TEETH ARE IN</div><div>THEIR LIES </div><div>AND WHOSE STRENGTH</div><div>IN POCKETS</div><div>OF FEAR THEY WEAR</div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT MADNESS </div><div>HAVE I WROUGHT </div><div>ON MYSELF</div><div>TO INCARCERATE </div><div>MY SOUL</div><div>AS PRISONER</div><div>IN THEIR </div><div>DUNGEON OF DECEPTION</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1785518401105831250?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-18754705146402435332009-07-21T13:03:00.000-07:002009-07-21T13:15:09.064-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>COMMON PLACE LIFE<div>SOMEONE FROM THEN</div><div>BACK WHEN THINGS </div><div>WERE DIFFERENT</div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT DO I DO NOW</div><div>IN THE NEW FASTER WORLD</div><div>WHERE HUMAN KINDNESS</div><div>IS SCARCE </div><div><br /></div><div>MAYBE I'LL HITCHHIKE</div><div>AROUND THE COUNTRY</div><div>MAYBE LIVE ALONE</div><div>IN THE MOUNTAINS</div><div><br /></div><div>NOT MUCH GOING ON</div><div>IN MY LIFE</div><div>EXCEPT TO TALK OF</div><div>THE PAST</div><div><br /></div><div>DAYS FILLED WITH HOURS</div><div>HOURS FILLED WITH MINUTES</div><div>SECONDS THAT DOG ALONG</div><div>LIKE DEAD AIR</div><div><br /></div><div>EVERY TIME I PASS THE MIRROR</div><div>I AM OLDER AND THE PAST</div><div>GETS FURTHER AWAY</div><div>I SEE MY EYES</div><div><br /></div><div>LOOKING BACK</div><div>A QUESTIONING LOOK</div><div>INQUISITIVE </div><div>ALONE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson July 21, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1875470514640243533?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-42695108681147131892009-07-18T16:07:00.000-07:002009-07-18T16:09:43.750-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SOFTLY SINGING TO THE BLUEJAY</div><div>WHO DECIDED WE WERE FRIENDS</div><div>WHILE HE STANDS AND LISTENS TO ME</div><div>SINGING WITH ME LOVE HE SENDS</div><div><br /></div><div>LITTLE FEET THAT HOLD HIM PROUDLY</div><div>TINY HEAD THAT MOVES ABOUT</div><div>FEATHERS BLUE AND GREY PLACED NEATLY</div><div>EVERY NOW AND THEN HE'LL SHOUT</div><div><br /></div><div>MAYBE IT'S A SHE NOT HE BIRD</div><div>MAYBE I DON'T REALLY KNOW</div><div>JUST THAT IT COMES CALLING ON ME</div><div>ALL THIS STARTED YEARS AGO</div><div><br /></div><div>WHEN I'M SAD AND DEEPLY TROUBLED</div><div>STANDING UP AGAINST THE PAIN</div><div>I WILL SEE MY LITTLE BLUEJAY</div><div>BACK TO WISH ME WELL AGAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>IVEY LEAVES THAT I ONCE PLANTED</div><div>IN A REDWOOD WINDOW BOX</div><div>LOVE IT WHEN I REACH AND TOUCH THEM</div><div>DANCE BEFORE ME AS I TALK</div><div><br /></div><div>GREEN AND SMOOTH LIKE COATS OF OTTER</div><div>THEY RESPOND TO HUMAN BEINGS</div><div>WAITING FOR A DRINK OF WATER</div><div>HAPPY WHEN THEY'RE WHAT I'M SEEING</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson July 18, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4269510868114713189?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-53129143678176876142009-07-16T22:12:00.000-07:002011-01-18T21:11:56.956-08:00<br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TTZygLR6t0I/AAAAAAAAANU/9YkxW8isPxw/s1600/old_office_desck.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/TTZygLR6t0I/AAAAAAAAANU/9YkxW8isPxw/s320/old_office_desck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563760286772148034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>SHADOW WORLD </div><div>DUSTY NOW</div><div>EMPTY PAGES</div><div>ASKING HOW</div><div><br /></div><div>BOOKCASE EYES</div><div>NOTEBOOK FACE</div><div>NO ONE COMES</div><div>TO THIS OLD PLACE</div><div><br /></div><div>BROKEN PENCILS</div><div>DRIED UP PEN</div><div>WON'T YOU EVER</div><div>WRITE AGAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>PAPER CLIPS</div><div>AND RUBBER BANDS</div><div>NOTHING TOUCHED</div><div>BY ARTIST'S HANDS</div><div><br /></div><div>ROOM THAT CRIES</div><div>IN PAPER BITS</div><div>STUBBORN DRAWER</div><div>THAT NEVER FITS</div><div><br /></div><div>FILES OF NOTHING</div><div>BUT THE PAST</div><div>THINGS ONCE NEW</div><div>THAT DIDN'T LAST</div><div><br /></div><div>TWO OLD WINDOWS</div><div>THEY JUST STARE</div><div>AT EACH OTHER</div><div>NO ONE'S THERE</div><div><br /></div><div>THEY KEEP WATCH</div><div>FOR THAT OLD FACE</div><div>BUT NO ONE COMES</div><div>TO THIS OLD PLACE</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Mar 28, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5312914367817687614?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-14367869368562020132009-07-16T22:07:00.000-07:002009-07-16T22:12:01.964-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SUBTLE RAIN </div><div>UPON MY FACE</div><div>MY HEART </div><div>IS TIRED OF CARING</div><div>WHERE IS ALL </div><div>THE PRECIOUS GRACE</div><div>OF WE </div><div>WHO ARE DESPAIRING </div><div><br /></div><div>YELLOW SQUASH </div><div>I HOLD IN HAND</div><div>MY PLAN </div><div>A PAN WITH BUTTER</div><div>COOKING SLOWLY </div><div>HERE I STAND</div><div>WITH NO WORDS </div><div>LEFT TO UTTER </div><div><br /></div><div>PINEY GREENS </div><div>AND CHILE BEANS</div><div>MELTED CHEESE </div><div>AND BACON</div><div>WISHED I KNEW </div><div>WHAT THIS ALL MEANS</div><div>THE BEST </div><div>HAVE ALL BEEN TAKEN</div><div><br /></div><div>KITCHEN SMELLS </div><div>LIKE DINNER'S READY</div><div>MEALS </div><div>I EAT ALONE</div><div>GONE ARE GIRLS </div><div>WHO ONCE WERE STEADY</div><div>LADIES </div><div>I HAVE KNOWN</div><div><br /></div><div>RAIN IS TAPPING </div><div>ON THE GLASS</div><div>ASKING ME </div><div>TO LISTEN</div><div>NATURE'S SIMPLE </div><div>HOLY MASS</div><div>EACH CRYSTAL DROP </div><div>DOTH GLISTEN</div><div><br /></div><div>LOVERS LONG GONE </div><div>FROM MY ARMS</div><div>NO ONE </div><div>TO HAVE OR HOLD</div><div>MISSING ALL </div><div>THEIR PLEASANT CHARMS</div><div>I SIT HERE </div><div>GROWING OLD</div><div><br /></div><div>IF BY CHANCE </div><div>I GET THE CHANCE</div><div>TO KISS </div><div>AND TOUCH ANOTHER</div><div>I WILL LET </div><div>MYSELF ROMANCE</div><div>THIS BEAUTY </div><div>LIKE NO OTHER</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Apr 6, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1436786936856202013?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-78353911430596943492009-07-16T21:59:00.000-07:002009-07-16T22:04:29.550-07:00<div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>LOOKING BETWEEN </div><div>THE PIECES OF MYSELF</div><div>THE STEEL BEAMS </div><div>OF SELF DECEPTION</div><div>AND REFLECTION</div><div>CRAWLING IN AND OUT </div><div>OF THE LINES</div><div>OF BEGINNING AND END</div><div>SPLIT BETWEEN </div><div>LIGHT AND DARK</div><div>AND ALL ELSE</div><div><br /></div><div>SAFETY DOES NOT EXIST </div><div>BUT IN THE MIND</div><div>LIKE A PROMISE </div><div>EVER KEPT</div><div>UNTIL BROKEN</div><div>THE ALPHA AND OMEGA </div><div>OF TRUST</div><div>SINGED BY REALITY</div><div>KILLED BY TREACHERY </div><div>AND REBORN</div><div>LIKE THE PHOENIX </div><div><br /></div><div>LIVING IN THE STONE ITSELF</div><div>A VIEW OUT</div><div>BEING THE THING </div><div>YOU DREAM</div><div>UNTIL CREATED</div><div>CAST LIKE A GOLDEN STATUE</div><div>ON THE FACE </div><div>OF GOD</div><div>SEEING </div><div>THE THING THOUGHT</div><div>AS COMPLETE</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7835391143059694349?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-73147199942697493932009-07-16T21:56:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:58:28.620-07:00<div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>LIME GREEN SKY</div><div>WITH TURQUOISE STARS</div><div>LOOKING DOWN </div><div>ON A PURPLE LANDSCAPE</div><div>OF MONKEY BUTT TREES</div><div>I IN MY LACK OF CORRESPONDING ABSURDITY</div><div>CRAWL INTO A SLEEPING PLACE </div><div>FOR A WINK AND A NOD</div><div>WHAT TREACHERY LAY AHEAD</div><div>WHAT SLEEPING WILLOW WACK</div><div>WILL I MEET ON LAZY STREET</div><div>THESE ARE THE PONDERINGS </div><div>OF AN OAF BEATLE</div><div>THIS IS THE WICKED WIZARD'S </div><div>BABBLING BEASTOCTOMY</div><div>I IN NO WAY ADMIT TO ANYTHING </div><div>PERPETRATED BY HOOLIGANS AND PIMPTRESSES</div><div>BUT I WILL AGREE </div><div>TO WAX ALL FORM OF NOSE HAIR</div><div>BEFORE DINNER AND LUNCH</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Apr 13, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7314719994269749393?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-24067061700719444792009-07-16T21:54:00.000-07:002009-07-20T22:11:03.943-07:00<div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>UPSIDE DOWN </div><div>AND DOUBLE JOINTED</div><div>WHO IS CLAIMING </div><div>HE'S ANOINTED</div><div>COULD IT BE </div><div>THAT PROPHET'S SIGHING</div><div>WHEN ARE WORDS </div><div>TURNED INTO LYING</div><div><br /></div><div>I THE WATCHER </div><div>AT THE GATE</div><div>OF CROOKED LINES </div><div>THAT ARE NOT STRAIGHT</div><div>WHISPER TO </div><div>THE MOON AND STARS</div><div>COME AND TOUCH </div><div>MY HOLY SCARS</div><div><br /></div><div>BREATHE MY BREATH </div><div>AND SEE MY EYES</div><div>I AM THROUGH </div><div>WITH COMPROMISE </div><div>BRING YOUR SWOARD </div><div>TO DEATH WILL RATTLE</div><div>AS I CLAIM </div><div>MY SACRED BATTLE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Apr 18, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2406706170071944479?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-79657378562150810972009-07-16T21:50:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:51:57.160-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>BLACK CHERRY TREES</div><div>SET AGAINST A COTTON FENCE</div><div>CHILDREN WEARING CANDY</div><div>LAUGHING AT THE WIND</div><div><br /></div><div>GOLDEN BIRDS FLYING</div><div>IN SILVER SKIES</div><div>SINGING NOTES OUT</div><div>OF THEIR WINGS</div><div><br /></div><div>GREEN GRASS OF EMERALD</div><div>RISING LIKE MATCHSTICKS </div><div>IN THE MOLASSES MORNING</div><div>OF WAKENING DREAMS</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE NOT MISSED THE BEAUTY</div><div>IT LIVES IN MY HEART</div><div>LIKE A CHILD IN IT'S MOTHER'S ARMS</div><div>THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE</div><div><br /></div><div>TOSSED SALAD ON A REDWOOD WORLD</div><div>MUSHROOMS IN A FRYING PAN</div><div>HOT BREAD ON A CHILLY DAY</div><div>LEAVES ON A STILL POND</div><div><br /></div><div>LIKE TINY SHIPS FROM HEAVEN</div><div>COME TO THE PROMISED LAND</div><div>COME TO THE HEARTS OF PARADISE</div><div>WHERE GOODNESS LIVES</div><div><br /></div><div>THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE</div><div>AND FEEL</div><div>AND LOVE</div><div>AND NEED</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Mar 24, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7965737856215081097?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-9734611329927711912009-07-16T21:45:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:48:36.159-07:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div>I CAN'T WRITE </div><div>BECAUSE I'M TOO AWARE</div><div>OF WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT IT</div><div>IF I TELL YOU WHAT'S GOING ON</div><div>YOU WILL COMPLAIN</div><div>IF I TELL YOU I'M PISSED OFF </div><div>YOU'LL COMPLAIN</div><div>IF I SAY I'M SICK </div><div>NO ONE WILL SAY ANYTHING</div><div>IF I DON'T WRITE ANYTHING </div><div>NO WILL SAY ANYTHING</div><div>WRITE THE STORY </div><div>FORGET ABOUT YOUR LIFE BOBBY</div><div>WRITE THE STORY </div><div>FORGET ABOUT THE PAIN BOBBY</div><div>THIS IS GOOD </div><div>NO THAT ISN'T</div><div>THIS IS RIGHT </div><div>NO THAT'S WRONG </div><div>DON'T BE MEAN TO RAP ARTISTS</div><div>SOUNDS LIKE THOSE PEOPLE WANTED TO HELP</div><div>YOU'RE TOO ANGRY</div><div>YOU PUSHED ME AWAY </div><div>WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU</div><div>EVERYBODY HAS A GUARD </div><div>BUT YOUR'S IS TOO VIGILANT</div><div>YO'RE RANTING</div><div>YOU OUGHT TO BE GLAD PEOPLE EVEN REMEMBER YOU</div><div>AND WANT TO RELEASE YOUR OLD RECORDS</div><div>YOU TALK ABOUT MONEY TOO MUCH</div><div>YOU SWEAR TOO MUCH</div><div>YOU'RE TOO ANGRY...YOU'RE TOO ANGRY...YOU'RE...YOUR'E...YOU'RE...YOU'RE TOO.............................</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameso</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-973461132992771191?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-66554969539228444622009-07-16T21:43:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:45:05.762-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>AND THE AUDIENCE GREW</div><div>ONE BY ONE BY ONE</div><div>AS THEY HAD BEFORE </div><div>IN THE DARK CORRIDORS OF THE PAST</div><div><br /></div><div>I STARED AT THE SEA OF FACES</div><div>AND WONDERED DID THEY COME</div><div>TO SEE ME FAIL OR SUCCEED</div><div>TO LIVE OR TO DIE</div><div><br /></div><div>IT DIDN'T MATTER BECAUSE IT</div><div>WAS GONNA BE AN EVENT EITHER WAY</div><div>I COULD DIE AS GOOD AS ANYBODY</div><div>BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE</div><div><br /></div><div>AT LEAST NOT IN YOUR WORLD</div><div>IN MY WORLD I AM KING</div><div>IN YOUR WORLD I AM NOTHING</div><div>A HOBO IN SEARCH OF A MEAL</div><div><br /></div><div>PEOPLE SAY I AM HARD TO GET ALONG WITH</div><div>I SAY YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO GET ALONG WITH</div><div>PEOPLE SAY I WANT TOO MUCH</div><div>I SAY YOU GIVE TOO LITTLE</div><div><br /></div><div>SO WHAT'S IT TO BE</div><div>WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE AMIGO </div><div>DO I WAIT FOR YOU TO DRAW</div><div>OR DO I DRAW FIRST</div><div><br /></div><div>A PAIR OF COLTS </div><div>OR A PAIR OF JOLTS</div><div>I HAVE NO FEAR OF DYING</div><div>I WELCOME DEATH BUT IT WILL NOT COME</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE THE EDGE BECAUSE OF IT</div><div>I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE</div><div>NO RICHES TO SQUANDER</div><div>NO LOVES TO BE LOST</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM THE WALKING DEAD IN A LIVING WORLD</div><div>I AM NIGHTTIME THAT COMES IN THE DAY</div><div>I AM HARD GRANITE IN A SOFT HAND</div><div>I AM THE NAIL THE BEGS TO BE HIT</div><div><br /></div><div>THE WOUND THAT WAITS TO BLEED</div><div>A RIVER SEEKING TO RUN DRY</div><div>A SKY ON FIRE</div><div>A MOMENT LOOKING BACK</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Mar 22, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6655496953922844462?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-14605598977936462472009-07-16T21:39:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:41:59.354-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>DEATH AFTER LIFE</div><div>THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT</div><div>THE BIG SLEEP</div><div>WHICH IS NOT REALLY A SLEEP AT ALL</div><div><br /></div><div>IT'S WHERE THEY AWARD YOU</div><div>ALL YOUR MERIT BADGES</div><div>FOR GOING THROUGH</div><div>ALL THIS TWICE</div><div><br /></div><div>HELL I DIDN'T LIKE </div><div>GOING THROUGH IT ONCE</div><div>I DIDN'T WIN ANY BADGES EITHER</div><div>BADGES I DON'T NEED NO STINKING BADGES</div><div><br /></div><div>THE ONLY THING ANY GOOD</div><div>ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING CALLED LIFE</div><div>WAS BEANY AND CECIL </div><div>AND CAPTAIN HUFF-N-PUFF</div><div><br /></div><div>LIFE AFTER DEATH</div><div>DEATH AFTER LIFE</div><div>I JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT</div><div>A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES</div><div><br /></div><div>BIG ENOUGH TO LIE DOWN ON</div><div>AS I CRUISE THE BLVD.</div><div>AND CHECK OUT THE DAMES</div><div>AND ALL THOSE MANHOLE COVERS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Apr 9, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1460559897793646247?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-90231061143191030762009-07-16T21:35:00.000-07:002009-07-16T21:38:40.440-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>MINGLING JINGLING </div><div>SINGLING SONG</div><div>I'M JUST WINGIN' IT </div><div>WALKIN' ALONG</div><div>I'M TOO PLEASED </div><div>FOR MUCH TO GO WRONG</div><div>WITH MY MINGLING JINGLING SONG</div><div><br /></div><div>FUMBLING BUMBLING </div><div>STUMBLING DAY</div><div>I CAN'T SEEM </div><div>TO GET OUTTA MY WAY </div><div>BETTER I STAY</div><div>OUT HERE AND PLAY</div><div>WITH MY FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-9023106114319103076?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-92116040348596963182009-07-13T22:57:00.000-07:002009-07-14T20:55:00.119-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>PUDDLE BUSTIN AND THE SLIPPY SLIDE<div>THAT'S FOR ME PARD</div><div>A ROY ROGER'S VACATION ON THE</div><div>PRUNE RIDE</div><div>DANCIN' WITH BULLET AND RUNNING FROM NELLE BELL</div><div><br /></div><div>UPPITY UPS AND SAGEBRUSH BEAUTIES</div><div>SLOBBERIN' COCA COLAS AT ROUNDUP TIME</div><div>AND A HANKERIN' FOR A SHOT</div><div>OF MESMERIZING PIE</div><div><br /></div><div>HOT DOGGY IT'S SMOKES IN A BOX</div><div>WITH WAFFLE BUTTS AND BEER NUTS</div><div>WHO CARES IF IT MAKE NO SENSE</div><div>NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE</div><div><br /></div><div>SENSIBLE IS A COMMON DENOMINATOR</div><div>COMMON SENSE IS AN UNCOMMON DENOMINATOR</div><div>I'M STRUNG OUT ON THE WOOLY PADS</div><div>AND FANDANGO CHIPS A LA HEART ATTACK</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson July 2009</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-9211604034859696318?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-41174708959409576112009-07-10T21:34:00.000-07:002009-07-10T21:38:03.215-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I ON THE LEFT HAND OF GOD</div><div>ROLLING ON THE HIGHWAY</div><div>OF DICE</div><div>MOONBEAM EYEBALLS</div><div>AND CRANBERRY LIPS</div><div>THAT SPIT WORDS</div><div>LIKE JACKSON POLLOCK</div><div>PAINTS</div><div><br /></div><div>CANOE FACES AND BLOODSHOT</div><div>THOUGHTS</div><div>RACE LIKE CHURCH GOERS</div><div>TO THE SLAUGHTER</div><div>OF THOUGHT</div><div>WHERE PRINCES ARE DEVILS</div><div>IN A BOOK </div><div>OF ENDS</div><div><br /></div><div>I ON THE LEFT HAND OF GOD</div><div>SALUTE THE LOSERS</div><div>OF LUCK</div><div>LEATHER FACES</div><div>AND PAPER DESKS</div><div>WHERE NOTHING OF VALUE</div><div>WAITS</div><div>IN AN EPIC STRUGGLE OVER NOTHING</div><div><br /></div><div>I PURSUE THE LOST AND</div><div>UNFOUND</div><div>BLASTING MY WAY</div><div>INTO SILENCE</div><div>HOLDING A PURPLE</div><div>STAR</div><div>I SIT </div><div>AT THE LEFT HAND OF GOD</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson 2009</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4117470895940957611?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-86524123903268988472009-07-10T21:09:00.000-07:002011-08-17T21:20:17.946-07:00<div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>KILL MY BODY</div><div>AND KILL MY SOUL</div><div>CUT ME SOME SLACK</div><div>THEN COVER THE HOLE</div><div>BEAT ME BLOODY</div><div>BUT LOVE MY HEART</div><div>NOT EVEN DEATH</div><div>CAN KEEP US APART</div><div> <br /></div><div>ROCKIN' ME BABY</div><div>LOVE ME TO DEATH</div><div>KISS BOTH MY EYES</div><div>WITH YOUR LAST DYING BREATH</div><div>ROLL ME AND TWIST ME</div><div>BREATHE ON MY SKIN</div><div>WHEN IT'S ALL OVER</div><div>THEN DO ME AGAIN</div><div> <br /></div><div>DONE ME AND DO ME</div><div>THEN RIDE ME AROUND</div><div>THROW ME AND THREW ME</div><div>AND MAKE ALL THOSE SOUNDS</div><div>LIKE ANIMAL PICTURES</div><div>THAT CRAWL ON THE WALLS</div><div>IN DIRTY MOTELS</div><div>AND LONG LONELY HALLS</div><div> <br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8652412390326898847?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-32193575278129848882009-07-10T18:46:00.000-07:002009-07-10T18:48:29.348-07:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SADNESS KNOWS </div><div>NO ONE SO WELL</div><div>AS THOSE WHO HAVE </div><div>NO ONE TO TELL</div><div>THEIR SECRETS TO </div><div>THEIR LOVES AND DREAMS</div><div>THEIR LONELINESS </div><div>AND HOW IT SCREAMS</div><div><br /></div><div>LOVELY THOUGHTS </div><div>OF GARDEN'S GLORY</div><div>LIFT THEMSELVES </div><div>INTO EACH STORY</div><div>TOUCHING WHERE </div><div>NO ONE HAS BEEN</div><div>AND WHISPER WORDS </div><div>TO LYING MEN</div><div><br /></div><div>WHY DID SHE FALL </div><div>IN BELIEVING</div><div>LIPS THAT SPOKE</div><div>BUT WERE DECEIVING</div><div>PROMISED LOVE </div><div>THAT NEVER BLOOMED</div><div>GENTLE PETALS </div><div>FINELY DOOMED</div><div><br /></div><div>GLASS LIKE FEELINGS </div><div>ALL HAVE SHATTERED</div><div>LIPS OF SMILES </div><div>NOW GONE AND SCATTERED </div><div>LEFT LIKE LEAVES </div><div>IN AUTUMN'S CHILL</div><div>THE LOVE THAT CAME </div><div>THAT DAY TO KILL</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson May 12, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3219357527812984888?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-81590888971968913322009-07-10T18:41:00.001-07:002009-07-10T18:41:52.909-07:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SHE UNLIKE </div><div>THE WORLD SHE WALKS</div><div>UNLIKE THE SAVAGE </div><div>STINGING HAWKS</div><div>OF DAGGER THRUSTS </div><div>THAT SOME WOULD WIELD </div><div>SHE MORE LIKE </div><div>THE FLOWERED FIELD</div><div><br /></div><div>DESPERATE DAYS </div><div>OF OTHER'S QUEST</div><div>SHE SEEKS PEACE </div><div>AND LOVING REST</div><div>AGAINST THE TREACHERY </div><div>OF LIES</div><div>SHE SEES WORTH </div><div>INSIDE YOUR EYES</div><div><br /></div><div>SOFTLY GRACEFUL </div><div>MOVES AS FLYING</div><div>SHE CAN HEAR </div><div>A LOCUST CRYING</div><div>TOUCH A BIRD </div><div>AND GIVE IT BREATH</div><div>WALKS BETWEEN </div><div>EACH LIFE AND DEATH</div><div><br /></div><div>CRAWLS INSIDE </div><div>A SIMPLE STONE</div><div>SPEAKS TO WATER </div><div>AS HER OWN</div><div>AND LIFTS THE AIR </div><div>WITH FINGER TIPS</div><div>UTTERS MAGIC </div><div>FROM HER LIPS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson May 11, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8159088897196891332?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-25480176106602550592009-07-10T18:28:00.000-07:002009-07-12T19:34:43.862-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>OUT ALONG </div><div>THE BOULEVARD </div><div>LIFE IS SHORT </div><div>AND TWICE AS HARD</div><div>WHERE LIVING STONES </div><div>WILL HIDE EACH LIE</div><div>DISCARDED THERE </div><div>FOR PASSERSBY </div><div><br /></div><div>MIRROR SKIES </div><div>REFLECT OURSELVES</div><div>LIKE PLATES AND CUPS </div><div>ALL STACKED ON SHELVES</div><div>WE PRETEND </div><div>TO LAUGH AND SMILE</div><div>WHILE DYING INSIDE </div><div>AND STANDING TRIAL</div><div><br /></div><div>MAKE BELIEVING </div><div>WE ARE FREE</div><div>DRINKING WINE </div><div>AND SIPPING TEA</div><div>OR MAYBE SIP </div><div>THE WINE INSTEAD</div><div>NEVER SURE </div><div>OF WHAT WE SAID</div><div><br /></div><div>LITTLE BISCUITS </div><div>FOR A MEAL</div><div>TOUCHED TO LIPS </div><div>OF COLD ROLLED STEEL</div><div>DAINTY BITES </div><div>INTO YOUR SOUL</div><div>KILLER EYES </div><div>OF JET BLACK COAL</div><div><br /></div><div>SUSHI BARS </div><div>ALONG THE WAY</div><div>WHERE SINNERS GATHER </div><div>JUST TO PRAY</div><div>CHAMPAGNE BRUNCHES </div><div>CRYSTAL SPOON</div><div>AT SUPPER TIME </div><div>THE SILVER MOON</div><div><br /></div><div>COGNAC SMILES </div><div>AND SEXY CHAT</div><div>HANDS THAT GIVE </div><div>A LITTLE PAT</div><div>SOME TOGETHER </div><div>SOME ALONE</div><div>AGAIN BECOME</div><div>A LIVING STONE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson JUNE 4, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2548017610660255059?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-30075718384654821222009-07-10T18:13:00.000-07:002010-11-17T23:55:53.135-08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>WILLOW WEEPS </div><div>SUCH TEARS LIKE BLEEDING</div><div>NEVER FINDING </div><div>WHAT SHE'S NEEDING</div><div>IVY CRAWLS </div><div>AROUND EACH CORNER</div><div>OF HER DREAMS </div><div>THAT DIED AND MOURN HER</div><div><br /></div><div>SEPARATE TIMES </div><div>AND SEPARATE PLACES</div><div>DANCING GAZE </div><div>OF MYSTERY FACES</div><div>SHE CAN CALL </div><div>ON ALL HER SADNESS</div><div>REALIZE HER </div><div>LONELY MADNESS</div><div><br /></div><div>DIMNESS IN </div><div>EACH EYE OF LOATHING</div><div>SEEN IN CHOICES </div><div>OF HER CLOTHING</div><div>CANNOT STAND </div><div>SOME MORE BAD NEWS</div><div>SHE HIDES HERSELF </div><div>IN HIGH HEELED SHOES</div><div><br /></div><div>SHE'S THE ANGEL </div><div>COME TO FETCH YOU</div><div>BACK TO ALL </div><div>THE THINGS THAT GET YOU</div><div>AMPLIFIED </div><div>IN ALL DIRECTIONS</div><div>NOTHING SHORT </div><div>OF HER PERFECTIONS</div><div><br /></div><div>COSMIC DREAMIES </div><div>ON THE CEILING</div><div>SHADOW SINGS </div><div>TO EMPTY FEELING</div><div>THOUGHTS OF LOVE </div><div>AND THOUGHTS OF HATE</div><div>HER FURNITURE </div><div>WILL LEVITATE</div><div><br /></div><div>SPINS THE SPIDER </div><div>SPIN THE SILK</div><div>AND NEVER SPILLS </div><div>THE MOTHER'S MILK</div><div>OF WISDOM'S MORSEL </div><div>ALL SHE'S GIVING</div><div>YOU FOR FREE </div><div>TO KEEP ON LIVING</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson April 30, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3007571838465482122?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-9119307770601565992009-07-09T21:58:00.000-07:002009-07-09T22:02:52.898-07:00<div>TURNED ON HEAVY </div><div>RIDIN OUT ALONG THE HIGHWAY</div><div>LIKE THE SUNDANCE TWO WHEEL KID </div><div>DIG ME MAMA</div><div>I'M A WHITE LINE TELEPHONE </div><div>PICKET FENCE DANCER</div><div>LORD THE DUAL HEADED SPOKE WHEEL SKID</div><div>GOOD GOD THE DUAL HEADED SPOKE WHEEL SKID</div><div><br /></div><div>I'M A BAD DUDE RIDER </div><div>DIG THE GRAVEL CRUSHER MAMA</div><div>DOIN THE BOOGIE ON MY HANDLE BARS </div><div>NOW LISTEN TO ME</div><div>I'M THE BLACKTOP BOOGIE MAN </div><div>CHAIN WHEEL DRIVER</div><div>MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR</div><div>MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR</div><div><br /></div><div>SPOKE WHEEL SPINNIN LIKE A WINDMILL MAMA</div><div>DANCIN IN THE SUN</div><div>RIDE LIKE A WILD MAN </div><div>TWO WHEEL COWBOY MAMA</div><div>TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE </div><div>NO MAMA</div><div>SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE </div><div>NOW LISTEN TO ME</div><div>SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE</div><div><br /></div><div>I'M A CONCRETE CHOPPER </div><div>DIG IT CAPTAIN AMERICA</div><div>YA GOT TO RIDE UM LIKE YOU FEEL </div><div>NOW DIG ME MAMA</div><div>A HIGHWAY MOTIVATOR </div><div>AND A HELL BENT ANGEL</div><div>JUST A RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL NOW LISTEN TO IT</div><div>JUST RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson 1969 lyrics to "Big Spoke Wheel"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-911930777060156599?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-1357943719774524672009-07-09T14:20:00.000-07:002009-07-09T14:22:26.586-07:00<div>THE EAGLE CRIES </div><div>THE CANYON CALLS</div><div>THE DANCE OF FLIGHT</div><div>ALONG ROCK WALLS</div><div><br /></div><div>GRACEFUL WINGS</div><div>THAT RIDE THE WIND</div><div>ABOVE THE RIVER'S</div><div>WINDING BEND</div><div><br /></div><div>CUT FROM STONE</div><div>BY WATER'S ROAR</div><div>HERE SINCE THEN</div><div>FOR EVER MORE</div><div><br /></div><div>THE CANYON LIVES</div><div>THE EAGLE SPEAKS</div><div>IT'S HEART ALONG</div><div>MAJESTIC PEAKS</div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT WAS GOD </div><div>THAT SKETCHED THE SKY</div><div>IN COLORS OF</div><div>THE EAGLE'S CRY</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson July 9, 2009</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-135794371977452467?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-33883060000117506042009-07-07T21:01:00.001-07:002009-07-07T21:02:06.392-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SPIKE IN HANDS </div><div>SPIKE IN FEET</div><div>HUNG LIKE WOOD </div><div>IN PAIN SO SWEET</div><div>GARBLED WORDS </div><div>LIKE LOVE AND FRIEND</div><div>BLOOD SOAKED DAYS </div><div>THE BITTER END</div><div><br /></div><div>PIERCE THE FLESH </div><div>OF THIS A FOOL</div><div>STANDING ON </div><div>A WHIRLPOOL</div><div>OF LIFE AND DEATH </div><div>AND THAT BETWEEN </div><div>OF WHICH IS NOT </div><div>AND WHAT IS SEEN</div><div><br /></div><div>PAIN THAT TAKES</div><div>YOU TO A PLACE </div><div>WHERE SCORN IS WRITTEN </div><div>ON YOUR FACE </div><div>AND TEARS OF BLOOD </div><div>MAY MEND YOUR SOUL</div><div>AND DESTINY </div><div>CAN MAKE YOU WHOLE</div><div><br /></div><div>WILL YOU STAND </div><div>AGAINST YOURSELF</div><div>AND BLINDLY FOLLOW </div><div>SOMEONE ELSE</div><div>TO DEATH'S OWN DOOR </div><div>WHERE NONE CAN LEAVE</div><div>THAT PLACE WHERE WOMEN </div><div>STAND AND GRIEVE </div><div><br /></div><div>MOTHERS SISTERS </div><div>DO NOT TERRY</div><div>HERE FOR LONG </div><div>WHERE NOTHING MERRY</div><div>RISES UP </div><div>TO MEET THE DAWN</div><div>OF LIFE UNBORN </div><div>THAT MUST GO ON</div><div><br /></div><div>BE MY LOVE </div><div>AND TASTE MY SKIN</div><div>WRAP YOURSELF </div><div>INSIDE MY SIN</div><div>CLEAN MY WOUNDS </div><div>AND AND TOUCH MY FACE</div><div>AND LET US LEAVE </div><div>THIS WICKED PLACE.</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Mar 19, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3388306000011750604?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-15110530574675536032009-07-07T20:59:00.001-07:002009-07-07T21:00:19.207-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>BORDER TOWN</div><div>LIKE MEXICAN SILVER</div><div>SUNSET ON THE MESA</div><div>AND A LONG SMOKE</div><div><br /></div><div>GERONIMO WAS HERE</div><div>HIS SPIRIT SPEAKS TO ME</div><div>HIS WEAPONS </div><div>LOST IN THE SAND</div><div><br /></div><div>LIKE MEXICAN SILVER</div><div>LIKE APACHE BLOOD</div><div>PURIFIED </div><div>BY THE CALL OF THE HAWK</div><div><br /></div><div>LET THOSE WITH MAGIC</div><div>LIFT THE HEART OF A WARRIOR</div><div>TO THE SUN</div><div>AND SET FIRE TO HISTORY</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 15, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1511053057467553603?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-37338512446457017382009-07-07T20:57:00.000-07:002009-07-07T20:59:55.435-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ALONE </div><div>IN THE NIGHT OF NIGHTS</div><div>STARS TOSSED LIKE DIAMONDS </div><div>ACROSS THE BLACK VELVET SKY </div><div>THE WOLF WATCHES</div><div><br /></div><div>EYES GLITTERING</div><div>LIKE MOONLIGHT </div><div>ON NEW SILVER</div><div>THE GRASS STANDS</div><div>AS STILL AS FROZEN STEEL</div><div><br /></div><div>THERE </div><div>IN THE MESMERIZING </div><div>DEAD ONYX VEIL</div><div>COMES THE WARM BREATH</div><div>OF A TIMELESS GLARE</div><div><br /></div><div>LIVING </div><div>FOR NOTHING ELSE</div><div>THE WOLF DINES ON ANTICIPATION</div><div>FOR THAT WHICH IS </div><div>AND THAT WHICH SHALL BE NO MORE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson feb 8, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-3733851244645701738?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-62547103118773799632009-07-07T20:56:00.000-07:002009-07-07T20:57:15.229-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>JESUS SAID TO MARY </div><div>MY CONNECTION GOT LOST</div><div>I BEEN HANGIN ROUND HERE WAITIN </div><div>FOR A FIX ON THE CROSS</div><div>MARRY COULD YOU GET ME </div><div>JUST A LINE OF COCAINE</div><div>ANYTHING TO GET ME OFF </div><div>CAUSE HONEY I'M GOING INSANE</div><div>(chorus)</div><div>DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET</div><div>JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME IN TO THE HEAT</div><div><br /></div><div>WELL MARY SAID TO JESUS </div><div>YOU'RE A MAIN LININ FOOL</div><div>I'M TRYIN TO SCORE YOU SOMETHIN' HONEY </div><div>BUT PEOPLE AIN'T COOL</div><div>EVER SINCE YOU GOT BUSTED </div><div>EVERYBODY'S TERRIFIED</div><div>THEY SAY THEY DON'T KNOW THE JUNKIE </div><div>WHO GOT CRUCIFIED</div><div>(chorus)</div><div>DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET</div><div>JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME IN TO THE HEAT</div><div><br /></div><div>WELL JESUS SAID TO MARRY </div><div>MY CONNECTION IS HERE</div><div>IT'S BETTER LATE THAN NEVER </div><div>WITH A FIX FOR ME DEAR</div><div>I'M TIRED OF THESE NAILS </div><div>I HOPE THAT DEATH WILL COME SOON</div><div>BUT TILL IT DOES BE AN ANGEL MARY </div><div>AND HEAT UP THE SPOON</div><div>(chorus)</div><div>DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET</div><div>JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME INTO THE HEAT</div><div><br /></div><div>WELL MARY SMILED AT JESUS </div><div>WHILE SHE OPENED HIS VEIN</div><div>WITH A NEEDLE WHILE HE MURMURED </div><div>FATHER AM I INSANE</div><div>IS THIS HEAVEN IS IT HELL </div><div>OR AM I JUST LOST</div><div>FOREVER AS THE JUNKIE </div><div>SON OF GOD ON A CROSS</div><div>(chorus)</div><div>DADDY DIG THE NAILS IN MY HANDS AND MY FEET</div><div>JUDAS WAS A NARC AND TURNED ME INTO THE HEAT</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson 1970</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6254710311877379963?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-17626697518593409382009-07-07T20:54:00.000-07:002009-07-07T20:56:05.667-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>MY LIFE </div><div>IS HUNG LIKE A DISASTER</div><div>ON THE SPIKE OF TIME</div><div>THE SAME SPIKE </div><div>THAT PIERCED MY HEART</div><div>AND NOW MY HEAD</div><div>TOO MANY TEARS </div><div>TOO MANY DISAPPOINTMENTS</div><div>FOR TOO LONG</div><div>I WAIL </div><div>AT THE MOON AND THE STARS</div><div>LIKE A WOLF IN HIDING</div><div>I AM SOMEONE </div><div>WHO IS NO ONE</div><div>NO ONE </div><div>WHO IS SOMEONE</div><div>I DIE IN SOLITUDE </div><div>EVER DREAMING OF RELIEF</div><div>THAT NEVER COMES</div><div>I TALK TO MYSELF </div><div>AND TRAVEL THE LONG ROAD</div><div>MERCY MOCKS ME </div><div>LIKE A CRUEL HOAX</div><div>DECADE AFTER DECADE </div><div>I LOOK FORWARD</div><div>BY LOOKING BACKWARDS INTO HELL</div><div>I AM ALONE</div><div>I AM NO ONE </div><div>WHO IS SOMEONE</div><div>SOMEONE </div><div>WHO IS NO ONE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 28, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-1762669751859340938?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-52540371805954128932009-07-07T20:53:00.000-07:002009-07-07T20:54:00.345-07:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>GONE THE SUMMER'S </div><div>CRIMSON CAST</div><div>GONE THE THING </div><div>SHE HOPED WOULD LAST</div><div>NOTHING NOW </div><div>BUT MEMORIES</div><div>FALLEN LOW </div><div>LIKE AUTUMN LEAVES</div><div><br /></div><div>HERE THE CHILL </div><div>OF DISTANT EYES</div><div>CAUGHT INSIDE </div><div>HER COMPROMISE </div><div>LOVE THAT WAS </div><div>IS LOVE NOW DIM</div><div>HE IS JUST </div><div>ANOTHER HIM</div><div><br /></div><div>THE LONG PARADE </div><div>OF NAMES AND FACES</div><div>HISTORY OF </div><div>THE TIMES AND PLACES</div><div>GOOD AND BAD DAYS </div><div>ALWAYS ENDED</div><div>THROWN AWAY </div><div>AND UNATTENDED </div><div><br /></div><div>LIFE IS CARELESS </div><div>SOMETIMES CHEAP</div><div>REGRETS HER VOW </div><div>SHE COULDN'T KEEP</div><div>PATTERNS CIRCLE </div><div>IN THE SANDS</div><div>OF LOVE NOW GONE </div><div>FROM EMPTY HANDS</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Dec 10, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5254037180595412893?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-28829395595877431912009-07-07T20:51:00.000-07:002009-07-07T20:52:34.893-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SO MANY THINGS TO REMEMBER</div><div>AND SO MANY MORE TO FORGET</div><div>AND ALL THAT I REMEMBER</div><div>IS ALL THAT I'M TRYING TO FORGET</div><div><br /></div><div>THE PLACES TIMES AND THE PEOPLE</div><div>A TANGLE OF MISFORTUNE I HAVE FOUND</div><div>LORD THE EAGLE CRIES HIGH ABOVE THE STEEPLE </div><div>TO THE PLACES TIMES AND PEOPLE ON THE GROUND</div><div><br /></div><div>WHEN WILL THE PEOPLE</div><div>GO WHERE THEY'RE GOIN'</div><div>WHEN WILL THEY ALL COME BACK</div><div>THE PLACES THEY GO TO</div><div>THE TIME THAT IT TAKES THEM</div><div>MAYBE THEY'LL NEVER COME BACK</div><div><br /></div><div>STANDIN' LOOKIN' OUT OF MY WINDOW</div><div>THE RAIN IS LIKE THE TEARDROPS I HAVE CRIED</div><div>LORD THERE'S NOTHIN' BUT A ROOM AND A WINDOW</div><div>AND THE TIMES IN THE PAST I HAVE TRIED</div><div><br /></div><div>THE PLACES TIMES AND THE PEOPLE</div><div>A TANGLE OF MISFORTUNE I HAVE FOUND</div><div>AND THE EAGLE CRIES HIGH ABOVE THE STEEPLE</div><div>TO THE PLACES TIMES AND PEOPLE ON THE GROUND</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson 1966-67</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2882939559587743191?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-45186572383158022472009-07-07T20:49:00.000-07:002009-07-07T21:03:20.788-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>FROZEN BIRD </div><div>IN FLAMING SKY</div><div>OF FIRE AND ICE </div><div>THIS BIRD WILL CRY</div><div>SILVER TEARS </div><div>FROM ONYX EYES</div><div>SHE'LL NEVER LAND </div><div>SHE ALWAYS FLIES</div><div><br /></div><div>MELTING SUN </div><div>AND FROZEN MOON</div><div>SONGS THAT PLAY </div><div>BUT OUT OF TUNE</div><div>ON DIAMOND KEYS </div><div>A CRYSTAL SPOON</div><div>LIFE WILL ALWAYS </div><div>END TOO SOON</div><div><br /></div><div>MATCHBOOK LIES </div><div>ON TILTED WALLS</div><div>VOICES SILENCED </div><div>MAKE NO CALLS</div><div>DEATH IS LOST </div><div>IN ENDLESS HALLS</div><div>BY CHILDREN WHO </div><div>JUST PLAY WITH DOLLS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Apr 18, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4518657238315802247?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-4936224910358516772009-07-07T14:42:00.001-07:002009-10-07T14:31:49.962-07:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div>FULL MOON NIGHT </div><div>LIKE BRIGHTLY THUNDER</div><div>UNDER BLACK SKIES </div><div>CLOUDED PORCH</div><div>I CAN LOVE YOU </div><div>IN MY MADNESS </div><div>SADNESS</div><div>LIGHTS ME LIKE A TORCH</div><div><br /></div><div>FIRE FLYING </div><div>ALWAYS EYEING </div><div>THINGS LIKE FACES </div><div>LIT BY SPARK</div><div>I CAN NEED YOU </div><div>IN MY CRAZY </div><div>LIFE IMAGINED </div><div>DAYS SO DARK</div><div><br /></div><div>BLEAK UNHINGED ME </div><div>BURNT ME STINGY</div><div>CHANCE TO DANCE </div><div>WITH WOLVES AGAIN</div><div>I CAN'T FIGHT YOU </div><div>I'VE NO RIGHT TO</div><div>YOU'RE MY ONE </div><div>AND ONLY FRIEND</div><div><br /></div><div>MUD FOR MINDSET </div><div>LIVE THE SUNSET</div><div>TIME TO DOODLE </div><div>EVER LAST</div><div>I CAN'T LOSE YOU </div><div>DIDN'T CHOOSE TO</div><div>ALL MY YESTERDAYS </div><div>HAVE PASSED</div><div><br /></div><div>HEAVEN SHRINKING </div><div>BLINKING HELL SPOT</div><div>TOWERS HIGH </div><div>ABOVE MY SOUL</div><div>I JUST SEE YOU </div><div>IN MY DREAMIES</div><div>AS THE HALF </div><div>THAT MAKES ME WHOLE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 14, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-493622491035851677?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-79479951818929762202009-07-07T14:35:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:36:16.620-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>LITTLE BIRD</div><div>BROKEN WINGS</div><div>EYES OF SAD </div><div>NO VOICE THAT SINGS</div><div>WHERE ARE YOU</div><div>IN HEAVEN'S PLAN</div><div>ABANDON IN </div><div>THE SPACE OF MAN</div><div><br /></div><div>LITTLE BODY</div><div>SPIRIT STRONG</div><div>WILL PEOPLE EVER </div><div>SAY THEY'RE WRONG</div><div>OR WILL THE ECHO'S</div><div>OF THEY'RE WORDS</div><div>JUST BREAK THE WINGS</div><div>OF LITTLE BIRDS</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson Jan 6, 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7947995181892976220?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-44523294446696392762009-07-07T14:33:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:34:23.636-07:00<div> </div><div><br /></div><div>I AM </div><div>SAID THE ROCK</div><div>I AM </div><div>LIFE EVERLASTING</div><div>WITHOUT BEGINNING </div><div>OR END</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM </div><div>SAID THE TREE</div><div>EVEN IN </div><div>MY DEATH </div><div>I WILL LIVE </div><div>AGAIN AND AGAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM </div><div>SAID THE SKY</div><div>I AM </div><div>THE MORING AND THE NIGHT</div><div>I ALWAYS WAS </div><div>AND WILL BE</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM </div><div>SAID THE HAWK</div><div>I AM </div><div>THE WINDS WINGS</div><div>I ALWAYS WAS </div><div>AND WILL BE</div><div><br /></div><div>I AM </div><div>SAID MAN</div><div>I HAVE BEEN HERE </div><div>BUT A SHORT TIME</div><div>AND ALREADY </div><div>I HAVE POISONED THE SKY</div><div><br /></div><div>I WAS </div><div>SAID MAN</div><div>I WAS THERE </div><div>BUT A SHORT TIME</div><div>AND ALREADY </div><div>I HAVE DESTROYED LIFE</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson July, 11 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-4452329444669639276?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-86190207318460360682009-07-07T14:27:00.000-07:002009-10-07T14:33:57.051-07:00<div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>LOVE NOT ME </div><div>INSIDE MY STONE</div><div>OF BREATHING MIST </div><div>LEFT ALL ALONE</div><div>IF I COULD BUT</div><div>PURSUE YOUR EYES</div><div>I'D SEE YOU LIKE</div><div>THE MORNING SKIES</div><div><br /></div><div>KITCHEN COFFEE </div><div>WAKE UP SLEEPY</div><div>MEMORIES </div><div>THAT MAKE YOU WEEPY</div><div>SIPS OF DREAMS </div><div>THAT TOUCH YOUR SKIN</div><div>YOU REMEMBER OTHER MEN</div><div><br /></div><div>THEY WHO CAME </div><div>THEN WENT THEIR WAY</div><div>LEFT THEIR CLOTHES </div><div>BUT NEVER STAY</div><div>TOO FEW WORDS </div><div>IN THEIR DISGUISE</div><div>ALL THEY SAID </div><div>NOW MEMORIZED </div><div><br /></div><div>WINDOW PANE </div><div>OF RAINY TEARS</div><div>LOOKING OUT </div><div>AT ALL THE YEARS</div><div>WHERE IS LOVE </div><div>THAT COMES TO STAY</div><div>ON JUST ANOTHER </div><div>AVERAGE DAY</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 17, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8619020731846036068?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-51775796134606932402009-07-07T14:20:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:21:08.413-07:00<div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>INSIDE THE ROCK </div><div>INSIDE THE TREE</div><div>BEING THEM </div><div>THE LIFE THEY SEE</div><div>BREATHING TIME </div><div>I WATCH THE SUN</div><div>THE EARTH THE SKY </div><div>WE ARE AS ONE</div><div><br /></div><div>CATCH THE WIND </div><div>WITH ANCIENT HAWK</div><div>BE THE TRAIL </div><div>WHERE WOLVES HAVE WALKED</div><div>EVERY PEBBLE </div><div>EVERY STONE</div><div>EVERY SINGLE SEED </div><div>THAT'S SOWN</div><div><br /></div><div>I THE WE </div><div>TOGETHER BIRTHED</div><div>GLORY FOUND </div><div>IN TIME UNEARTHED</div><div>LIKE SACRED MAZE </div><div>AND ICE COLD FIRE</div><div>TWIXT BETWEEN </div><div>THE LINES INSPIRE</div><div><br /></div><div>DISTANCE HAS </div><div>NO SUDDEN END</div><div>AS LIFE AND DEATH </div><div>ARE BOTH OUR FRIEND</div><div>BIRTH TO DEATH </div><div>WE WANT TO JOIN</div><div>TWO DIFFERENT SIDES </div><div>BUT STILL ONE COIN</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson June 18, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5177579613460693240?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-25841526547241806052009-07-07T14:12:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:14:56.763-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/SlO6dwY86LI/AAAAAAAAADw/9-JmiuOAlU0/s1600-h/th_GodDamnThisNeedle.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVhG_17SCA/SlO6dwY86LI/AAAAAAAAADw/9-JmiuOAlU0/s400/th_GodDamnThisNeedle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355829402242181298" /></a><br /><div>art by Bill Jameson</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>The night like velvet laid in black</div><div>Across my eyes of bleeding smack</div><div>Where diamond stars explode in light</div><div>Of arms and veins and powder white</div><div><br /></div><div>The necktie rope that squeezes time</div><div>Inside this length of life and crime</div><div>a fire that burns a blackened spoon</div><div>In flashing silence silver moon</div><div><br /></div><div>Eclipsed by thoughts in splashing moves</div><div>Of broken winners left to lose</div><div>In rooms of darkened sunless space</div><div>Where horror gleams and has no face</div><div><br /></div><div>The golden needle vomits red</div><div>Into the veins that rise half dead</div><div>To drink the liquid cum they crave</div><div>And masturbate upon their grave</div><div><br /></div><div>To laugh in crying fits of sound</div><div>In scorn of doors to truth unfound</div><div>Insane yet sane beyond the rest</div><div>Who send no letters home, obsessed</div><div><br /></div><div>With life as if it were a spot</div><div>To catch somehow before we rot</div><div>Goddamn this needle in my heart</div><div>That rips my screaming mind apart.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2584152654724180605?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-67569382460397769932009-07-06T18:54:00.000-07:002009-07-06T18:57:34.076-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>CAUGHT BETWEEN</div><div>THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS</div><div>OF A SAVAGE SACRED TIME </div><div>GIVING MEANING </div><div>TO THE VOICELESS </div><div>AND THE DYING</div><div>I SOMETIMES SPOKE TO TRAVELERS </div><div>ON THE HAUNTED ROAD TO NOWHERE</div><div>IN A MOMENT'S INDECISION </div><div>OF MY MAKING</div><div><br /></div><div>LOST BEFORE </div><div>THE VACANT SUN</div><div>ON AN EMPTY BURNING DAY</div><div>ON A HIGHWAY </div><div>BUILT BY FAILING </div><div>DESPERATION </div><div>I FOLLOWED LIFE TO NOWHERE</div><div>LIKE A CAN KICKED ON FOREVER</div><div>THROUGH THE JAGGED BLEEDING</div><div>FOCUS OF MY MIND</div><div><br /></div><div>LOOKING FOR </div><div>A KINDER FATE</div><div>THAN MY RECKLESS PARANOIA </div><div>ON THE VERGE OF PAINTING </div><div>PICTURES IN THE SKY</div><div>I NEVER KNEW THAT STARLIGHT</div><div>WOULD BURN OUT </div><div>BOTH MY EYES</div><div>OR THE BRISTLES OF MY BRUSH</div><div>WOULD TURN TO ASHES</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Nov 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-6756938246039776993?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-21802164706841727872009-07-06T18:53:00.000-07:002009-09-28T14:35:11.895-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>LOOKING OUT</div><div>THROUGH BROKEN EYES</div><div>I SEE THE BIRDS </div><div>IN BROKEN SKIES</div><div>THE YEARS HAVE PASSED </div><div>ON BROKEN CLOCKS</div><div>MY THINKING FROM </div><div>THIS BROKEN BOX</div><div><br /></div><div>LEFT ALONE </div><div>ALONG THE SHORE</div><div>MY BROKEN SHIP </div><div>THE WINDS IGNORE</div><div>I WANDER NOW </div><div>ALONG THE ROCKS</div><div>MY THOUGHTS ARE BROKEN </div><div>LIKE THE BOX</div><div><br /></div><div>BOTTLES DRIFT IN </div><div>ON THE TIDE</div><div>WITH BROKEN MESSAGES </div><div>INSIDE</div><div>AND I ALONE </div><div>THE WORLD STILL MOCKS</div><div>THE THINKER IN </div><div>THE BROKEN BOX</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Jan 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-2180216470684172787?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-53928461343401348142009-07-06T18:52:00.000-07:002009-10-06T17:58:46.606-07:00<div>SADNESS DEEP </div><div>GROWS ON MY BONES</div><div>NO PLACE TO NOT BE </div><div>THIS ALONE</div><div>MY HEART BETRAYS ME </div><div>TO THE CORE</div><div>THIS LIFE OF MINE </div><div>A LIFE NO MORE</div><div><br /></div><div>WAKING RIGID </div><div>FROZEN STARE</div><div>A CHILD'S BALLOON OF </div><div>BLACK DESPAIR</div><div>AN ICE LIKE STATUE </div><div>CARVED IN PAIN</div><div>I CURSE THIS GOD </div><div>WHOM I DISTAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>SELDOM </div><div>IS THE HEALING GRACE</div><div>OF NEED FULFILLED </div><div>WITHIN MY SPACE</div><div>OF PEPPER CORNS </div><div>THAT ARE MY TEETH</div><div>EACH MOCKING MOMENT'S </div><div>THORNY WREATH</div><div><br /></div><div>ABANDONED CHILD </div><div>OF SUICIDE</div><div>RIPPED LIKE SKINS </div><div>IN GENOCIDE</div><div>NO HOPEFUL LAUGHTER </div><div>JUNGLE JIM</div><div>NO CHILDHOOD MEMORIES </div><div>OF HIM</div><div><br /></div><div>GOD </div><div>WHO IS MY ENEMY</div><div>LIVES IN A BOOK </div><div>OF JEALOUSY</div><div>WHERE PAPER PAGES </div><div>CUT LIKE BLADES</div><div>AND PROMISED HOPES </div><div>LIKE DREAMS JUST FADE</div><div><br /></div><div>CURSED AND DOOMED </div><div>NOW DOOMED ONCE MORE</div><div>I WHO POUND </div><div>AT HEAVEN'S DOOR</div><div>AM LEFT TO FEND </div><div>AGAINST THE LIES</div><div>THAT LIFE SOMEHOW </div><div>IS CIVILIZED</div><div><br /></div><div>THE LITTLENESS </div><div>OF CHILDREN'S FEET</div><div>THE TINY SPARK </div><div>OF HOPE'S DEFEAT</div><div>THIS LIFE NOT DEAD </div><div>SITS ON THE SHELF</div><div>DADDY </div><div>WHY'D YOU KILL YOURSELF</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson August 18, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5392846134340134814?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-85058853930411713102009-07-06T18:51:00.000-07:002009-10-01T17:02:35.767-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>SUITCASE FILLED </div><div>WITH BROKEN DREAMS</div><div>UNATTENDED </div><div>NOW IT SEEMS</div><div>BROKEN HEARTS </div><div>RESIDE THERE TOO</div><div>WITH ALL THE THINGS </div><div>WE DID NOT DO</div><div><br /></div><div>JARS OF TEARS </div><div>WE NEVER CRIED</div><div>LAUGHTER THAT </div><div>HAS LONG SINCE DIED</div><div>PROMISES </div><div>WE NEVER KEPT</div><div>COUNTLESS NIGHTS </div><div>WE NEVER SLEPT</div><div><br /></div><div>FADED PHOTOS </div><div>FROM THE PAST</div><div>COMMITMENTS MADE </div><div>THAT DID NOT LAST</div><div>OLD RECORDING </div><div>OF A SONG</div><div>SILENCED NOW </div><div>BY WHAT WENT WRONG</div><div><br /></div><div>PAPER BAGS </div><div>OF FOOLISH PRIDE</div><div>NOTEBOOKS OF </div><div>EACH TIME WE LIED</div><div>A FADED BUNDLE </div><div>OF OUR FEARS </div><div>CALENDARS </div><div>OF WASTED YEARS</div><div><br /></div><div>THE SUITCASE STANDS </div><div>ALONE UNCLAIMED</div><div>IT'S OWNER ABSENT </div><div>AND UNNAMED</div><div>THE CONTENTS NEATLY </div><div>PACKED AWAY</div><div>ARE ADDED TO </div><div>WITH EACH NEW DAY</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Dec 12, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-8505885393041171310?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-75189566793960891572009-07-06T18:50:00.000-07:002009-07-06T18:51:11.310-07:00<div>MY LIFE ALONG THE RAZOR'S EDGE</div><div>NOT TO KILL MYSELF I PLEDGE</div><div>THOUGH MISERY AND PAIN ABOUND</div><div>THE SPINNING CRUSHING RUSHING GROUND</div><div><br /></div><div>I SEE INSIDE MY BROKEN MIND</div><div>WHERE NONE HAVE GONE AND NONE COULD FIND</div><div>THE FROZEN CHILD WHO LIVES ALONE</div><div>PETRIFIED NOW TURNED TO STONE</div><div><br /></div><div>I SCREAM NO SOUND FROM BLEEDING LIPS</div><div>MY TEARS OF DUST LIKE SINKING SHIPS</div><div>SEEK THE DEPTHS OF AGONY</div><div>BENEATH THE WAVES OF MOANING SEA</div><div><br /></div><div>CRIMSON RUNS LIKE BOILED BLOOD</div><div>FROM IRON CUTS INTO THE MUD</div><div>OF THOUGHT ONCE THOUGHT BUT LEFT TO DIE</div><div>OF TIME RUN COLD WHAT LEFT TO TRY</div><div><br /></div><div>THIS COSMIC JOKE OF MISERY</div><div>LIKE VIRUS LIFE SPREAD ENDLESSLY</div><div>INFECTS THE WORLD INFLICTS IT'S LIE</div><div>UPON EACH INFANT DOOMED TO DIE</div><div><br /></div><div>I WATCH I BLEED AND SMILE AT DEATH</div><div>AND RANT AGAINST MY EVERY BREATH </div><div>I RAIL AT GOD I AM HIS STYE</div><div>KILL ME GOD I WANT TO DIE</div><div><br /></div><div>THIS THE GIFT I SOUGHT AND SEEK</div><div>ACROSS THE VEIL AFRAID TO SPEAK</div><div>THE RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL </div><div>MY RESTING PLACE I KNOW SO WELL</div><div><br /></div><div>DIGNITY HAS SHUNNED MY FACE</div><div>BITTER SWEET IS ALL I TASTE</div><div>I STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN</div><div>MY EYES ON FIRE NO PLACE TO RUN</div><div><br /></div><div>TAKE MY LIFE AND GIVE ME DEATH</div><div>KILL MY EVER PRESENT BREATH </div><div>LET ME GO AWAY FROM PAIN</div><div>STOP THE THINKING IN MY BRAIN</div><div><br /></div><div>NOT SO MAD AS MADNESS GIVES</div><div>THIS HELL OF MINE WHERE SADNESS LIVES</div><div>I THE HOBO ON HIS WAY</div><div>RESENT MY EVERY WRETCHED DAY</div><div><br /></div><div>Bobby Jameson August 17, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-7518956679396089157?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614408244682736389.post-51449020496537640672009-07-06T18:48:00.001-07:002009-07-06T18:48:36.642-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SICK</div><div>AS I HAVE BEEN THIS YEAR</div><div>MY LIFE HAS BLURRED</div><div>AGAINST A BACKDROP OF TEARS</div><div>MY MIND A TANGLED WEB </div><div>OF BITTERNESS AT THE PAIN</div><div>THE UNRELENTING PAIN</div><div>FRIENDS HAVE LEFT IN REVOLT</div><div>AGAINST MY ANGER AND DEPRESSION</div><div>I DON'T BLAME THEM</div><div>I WISH I COULD LEAVE AS WELL</div><div>BUT I AM STUCK HERE WITH ME</div><div>AS ALWAYS I AM MY ONLY HOPE</div><div>THROUGH ENDLESS MILES OF TUNNELS</div><div>AND DARK MYSTERY</div><div>I HAVE HUNG ON TO A MERE THREAD OF HOPE</div><div>HOPE THAT SOMEDAY SOMEHOW </div><div>I WOULD RISE OUT OF THE SHAME</div><div>OF ALL MY MISTAKES AND SHORTCOMINGS</div><div>STANDING ONCE AND FOR ALL IN THE</div><div>SUNLIGHT OF THE SPIRIT</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE WALKED WITH DEATH</div><div>AND SPOKEN IN DEPTH WITH HIM</div><div>HE IS NOT MY ENEMY BUT MY FRIEND</div><div>HE HELPS ME IN MY SEARCH FOR LIFE</div><div>DEATH KNOWS I AM NOT AFRAID OF HIM</div><div>BUT RATHER TRUST IN HIM TO HELP ME</div><div>AVOID HIS COMPLETE DOMINANCE </div><div>OVER ME IN MY QUEST</div><div>THERE ARE NO SIGNS HERE</div><div>NO ONE TO POINT THE WAY TO THE CURE</div><div>IT IS A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A QUESTION</div><div>WITHOUT AN ANSWER</div><div>IT IS THE DARKNESS WITHIN THE LIGHT</div><div>AS WELL THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARKNESS</div><div>IT IS KNOWN ONLY TO THOSE WHO KNOW IT</div><div>AND IS INVISIBLE TO ALL WHO SEEK IT</div><div>AND I</div><div>AM BUT A SEEKER...</div><div><br /></div><div>Robert Parker Jameson Dec 31, 2008</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614408244682736389-5144902049653764067?l=rpjamesonchrislucey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bobby Jamesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09023896457547661407noreply@blogger.com0