THE ART OF FORCE

L.A.'S FILLED

WITH NAMES AND FACES

DON'T FORGET

I KNOW THOSE PLACES

WOUNDS CAN HEAL

WHEN LEFT ALONE

WAKE NOT THE MONSTER

IN HIS HOME

I HUNTED ON THOSE

L.A. STREETS

KNEW THE STRONG

AND KNEW THE WEAK

TASTED BLOOD

AND LIVED ON PAIN

DINED WITH THOSE

WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS

LOADED WORDS

LIKE LOADED GUNS

ARE SOMETIMES NOT

FOR HAVING FUN

CHALLENGE ME

WITH LITTLE GRACE

AND I WILL GET

INTO YOUR FACE

TELL ME NOW

YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ME

KISSING ASS

AND MEET AND GREET ME

NOTHING THAT
YOU'VE EVER KNOWN

WILL BE LIKE MEETING

ME ALONE

COME MY FRIEND

AND TELL ME WHERE

I PROMISE YOU

I WILL BE THERE

AND WHEN WE SPEAK

AND TELL OUR LIES

FEAR I'LL WATCH 

FILL UP YOUR EYES

YOU AND SMALLNESS

LIKE YOU MATTER

ONLY WHEN YOU
GLOAT AND CHATTER

HIDING IN

YOUR CLOSET SWEET

LIFE IS DANGEROUS

ON THE STREET

DARKNESS RIDES

A PALE HORSE

IT'S RIDER KNOWS

THE ART OF FORCE

A SKILL UNKNOWN

TO THOSE UNTRAINED

WHO FEAR THE VERY
THOUGHT OF PAIN

Robert Parker Jameson

RHYME AND RUMBLE

ANCIENT HISTORY

WRITTEN BADLY

BY MY HAND

OF ENDLESS SADLY

MELTING TEARS

ON MARBLE FACES

WHERE AM I

IN ALL THESE SPACES

WORDS THAT TITTER TAT

ON PAGES

IN BETWEEN MY

RANTS AND RAGES

PHOTOGRAPHS

OF YESTERDAY

THE LIFE I LIVED

THEN THREW AWAY

SYLLABLES

LIKE NUMBERS COUNTED

SENTENCES

ARE FRAMED AND MOUNTED

MEANING THINGS

THAT BARELY MUMBLE

INTO SOUNDS

OF RHYME AND RUMBLE

Bobby Jameson June 2009

LONG ROAD HOME

LONG ROAD HOME

SEEMS SO FAR AWAY

LAY DOWN EACH MISERY

COME HOME TO STAY

LOAD OF OLD COTTON

ROLLIN' ALONG

MAKE ME A SOFT BED

AND SING ME A SONG

BEEN ON THIS ROAD

MOST OF MY YEARS

LEFT A LONG TRAIL

OF OLD DRIED UP TEARS

GO DOWN VIRGINIA

STAY FOR AWHILE

NOTHIN' EXCITES ME

BUT YOU MAKE ME SMILE

LONG ROAD HOME

SOMEDAY I'LL FIND

JUST KEEP ON WALKIN'

THIS ROAD WILL UNWIND

Bobby Jameson June 1, 2009

DESTINY

I WOULD WRITE

BUT MY MIND IS BLANK

I TRIED TO SING

BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND

I WALKED TO

THE END OF THE ROAD

AND A STRANGER ASKED

WHO I WAS

NO ONE

I SAID

I AM NO ONE

IN PARTICULAR

JUST A TRAVELER

IN SEARCH

OF MY

DESTINY

DESTINY

OR FATE

ASKED THE STRANGER

IS THERE A DIFFERENCE

I REPLIED

I WALKED ON

AND IN THE SKY

I NOTICED A BIRD

FLYING BACKWARDS

WHY ARE YOU

FLYING BACKWARDS

I YELLED

TO AVOID

MY DESTINY

ANSWERED THE BIRD

AND WHAT IS

YOUR DESTINY

I ASKED

DEATH

HE CRIED

I WANT TO

LIVE FOREVER

Bobby Jameson June 2009

SEA OF TEARS

HOLY GHOST

THE SACRED

PRISM

I INSIDE EACH

CRITICISM

STAND BEFORE

YOU

IN MY

BLEEDING

CRIMSON WOUND

AM I MY

PLEADING

WRITE

MY WORDS

UPON THE SKY

I OUTSIDE

EACH

WATCHFUL EYE

STANDING ON

A SEA

OF TEARS

HOLY LIGHT

IMPALES

MY FEARS

NAKED ME

THE FLESH

NOW QUICKENS

MYSTICISM

HOW IT

SICKENS

WORDS

THAT HAMMER

IN THE NAILS

RUTHLESS WORLD

WHICH STILL

PREVAILS

Robert Parker Jameson April 4, 2009

STREETCARS TO NOWHERE

STREETCARS

TO NOWHERE

DREAMS IN

THE RAIN

LIVES LOST

TO SORROW

TRACKS FILLED

WITH PAIN

SWITCHYARDS

AND

BACKYARDS

DOGS IN

THE COLD

STREETCARS

TO NOWHERE

WE'RE ALL

GROWING OLD

RED LIGHTS

AND

GREEN LIGHTS

THE END OF

THE LINE

WE'RE ALL

FUCKING LONELY

AND LOSING

OUR MIND

Bobby Jameson Jan 8, 2011