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