THERE WERE TIMES

THERE WERE TIMES

WHEN I HEARD YOU

CALLING MY NAME

THERE WERE TIMES

WHEN I KNEW

IT WAS YOU

BUT MY HEART

WAS AS SAD

AS THE CRYING

OF A RIVER

AND MY TEARS

WERE LIKE

CRYSTALS OF BLUE

THERE WERE TIMES

IN THE NIGHT

WHEN I COULDN'T

FIND YOU

TIMES I WAS LOST

AND ALONE

YOU LIFTED

MY HEART

FROM THE DARKNESS

AROUND ME

AND HELD ME

AND MADE ME

YOUR OWN

YOU SET ME FREE

ON THE WIND

LIKE AN EAGLE

HELD ME

AND CARRIED

ME HOME

YOU GAVE ME

COURAGE

TO TRUST

IN MY WINGS

UNTIL I

COULD FLY

ON MY OWN

Robert Parker Jameson Aug 26, 2010

MY NOW OF THEN

STORY TELLING

HELLING DAYS

LOST INSIDE

THE QUANTUM MAZE

OF THINGS REVERSED

BY PLASTIC PEN

THIS MY NOW

MY NOW OF THEN

TECHNICOLOR

STREAMING SLIDES

OF PHYSICS FOUNTAIN

FROM ALL SIDES

CRAWLING THROUGH

THE SCREAMING PAST

SHATTERED STILL

LIKE BROKEN GLASS

TIME UNDONE

IN WRITTEN WORD

SENTENCES

OF WHISPERS HEARD

I ALIVE TO DIE AGAIN

THIS MY NOW

MY NOW OF THEN

ECHOES FALL

LIKE DYING STARS

FINGERS TOUCH

TOMORROW'S SCARS

I ALONE

CAN NOT PRETEND

THAT THIS MY NOW

IS NOT LIKE THEN

Robert Parker Jameson

THE CIRCLE

TROUBLED DAYS

BLISTERED AND

BETRAYED
STAND SILENT
AGAINST THE
SCREAMING

BACKGROUND

OF ANTIPATHY...

WARS ARE WAGED

WITH SLOGANS

AND TRITE MOANS

AS DEMONS
OF ANGER

RISE OUT OF

FERTILE SOIL...

DECADENT HOURS

SPIN BY

IN SEARCH OF
THE MOTHER LOAD

WHILE DREAMS END

IN TEAR DRENCHED
MOMENTS....

TOIL AND

TROUBLE ABOUND

LIKE MARBLES

LOST IN

THE DUST

OUTSIDE
THE CIRCLE....

Bobby Jameson June 10, 2010

RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL

MY LIFE ALONG THE RAZOR'S EDGE

NOT TO KILL MYSELF I PLEDGE

THOUGH MISERY AND PAIN ABOUND

THE SPINNING CRUSHING RUSHING GROUND

I SEE INSIDE MY BROKEN MIND

WHERE NONE HAVE GONE AND NONE COULD FIND

THE FROZEN CHILD WHO LIVES ALONE

PETRIFIED NOW TURNED TO STONE

I SCREAM NO SOUND FROM BLEEDING LIPS

MY TEARS OF DUST LIKE SINKING SHIPS

SEEK THE DEPTHS OF AGONY

BENEATH THE WAVES OF MOANING SEA

CRIMSON RUNS LIKE BOILED BLOOD

FROM IRON CUTS INTO THE MUD

OF THOUGHT ONCE THOUGHT BUT LEFT TO DIE

OF TIME RUN COLD WHAT LEFT TO TRY

THIS COSMIC JOKE OF MISERY

LIKE VIRUS LIFE SPREAD ENDLESSLY

INFECTS THE WORLD INFLICTS IT'S LIE

UPON EACH INFANT DOOMED TO DIE

I WATCH I BLEED AND SMILE AT DEATH

AND RANT AGAINST MY EVERY BREATH

I RAIL AT GOD I AM HIS STYE

KILL ME GOD I WANT TO DIE

THIS THE GIFT I SOUGHT AND SEEK

ACROSS THE VEIL AFRAID TO SPEAK

THE RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL

MY RESTING PLACE I KNOW SO WELL

DIGNITY HAS SHUNNED MY FACE

BITTER SWEET IS ALL I TASTE

I STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN

MY EYES ON FIRE NO PLACE TO RUN

TAKE MY LIFE AND GIVE ME DEATH

KILL MY EVER PRESENT BREATH

LET ME GO AWAY FROM PAIN

STOP THE THINKING IN MY BRAIN

NOT SO MAD AS MADNESS GIVES

THIS HELL OF MINE WHERE SADNESS LIVES

I THE HOBO ON HIS WAY

RESENT MY EVERY WRETCHED DAY

Bobby Jameson August 17, 2008

From the Bobby Jameson blog

GROUND ZERO

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.

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....

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....

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.

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?"

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?"

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...

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......

Bobby Jameson Mar 25, 2010

THE ANT

MOSSY GREEN

LINES THE POND...

PINE AND

SYCAMORE

STAND TOGETHER

WATCHING

REFLECTIONS OF

SKY ON WATER

I AM AMUSED

IN THIS PLACE...

FREE TO SMILE

AND PLAY

WITH A LONE ANT

ON HIS WAY

TO AN IMPORTANT

DESTINATION

I GIVE THE ANT

A NAME...

I SHOWER

THIS SMALL CREATURE

WITH MY LOVE

AND RESPECT

FOR THIS IS

A GALLANT ANT

NEVER BEFORE

HAVE I SEEN

SUCH GALLANTRY

FROM ONE

SO SMALL

YET UNAFRAID

I SURMISE

THE LESSON IS MINE

THOUGH I AM SMALL

I AM UNAFRAID

THOUGH I AM ALONE

I AM UNDAUNTED

THOUGH I AM NOT

AS GREAT AS YOU

I HAVE YOU

ADMIRING ME...

Bobby Jameson Mar 17, 2010

OUTLAW

OUTLAW

MY WAY....

BORN OUT

OF EXPERIENCE

BITTER IN

NATURE...

LIFELONG

FRUSTRATIONS

AGAINST THE

REALITIES

OF TIME

WHEN

WEAK MEN

USE

BAD LAW

AGAINST

THE MANY

AND LABOR

ENDLESSLY

IN PURSUIT

OF THEIR GREED

I...THE
SELF-PROCLAIMED

ENEMY

OF TYRANNY

AND DECEIT

GUNSLINGER

AND SOCIAL

REJECT...

ARMED

WITH A

SMITH AND WESSON

MOUTH

AND A

WINCHESTER

MIND...

RIDE BY

NIGHT

AGAINST

THE MOON

DETERMINED

AND ALONE

DANGEROUS AND

FREE

Bobby Jameson Jan 10, 2010

THE OBLIGATION

THE TOOLS OF

THE GUARD

STAND READY

IN THE INFINITE

CIRCUS OF LIFE

LIKE DAZZLING

STICKS

DANCING ON

FLUID AIR

THEY TWIRL

PROTECT AT
ALL COSTS

THOSE 

ENTRUSTED TO

YOUR CARE

LET NO ONE

MISTAKE THE

DEDICATION
OR PURPOSE 

OF THE GUARD

HE WILL NOT

WAVER 

OR CRY

NOR GIVE GROUND

TO INVADERS

LET THOSE

WHO HAVE HEARD

THE WARNING

NOW BE

OBLIGATED BY IT...

Boby Jameson Jan 1, 2010

NAKED LUNCH

I CANNOT EAT

WHAT IS UNFIT

I CANNOT FIT

INTO WHAT IS UNEATEN

THE NAKEDNESS

OF REALITY

THE GLARE OF MISERY

IN ONE'S EYES

THE MUTE SCREAM

OF SURVIVAL

TESTAMENT TO

LOSS AND DESPERATION

SQUANDER ALL

SAVE NOTHING

TOMORROW IS

SPOKEN FOR

NOT IN WORDS

BUT IN DEEDS

TO PROPERTY

TO MAYHEM

LOSE NOT THE

BATTLE OF DEATH

OR YOU SHALL BE

FACED WITH A LIFE

THE TRAGEDY OF

THE EXQUISITE

THE PAIN OF BEAUTY

GLANCING BACK

I HAVE COME THIS WAY

NOT OFTEN

BUT OFTEN ENOUGH

TO REMEMBER

REMEMBER THE LIGHT

REMEMBER THE ODOR

AND TO RECALL

MY LOST SOUL

Bobby Jameson Dec 22, 2009

MY WEARINESS AMAZES ME......

SECLUDED MORNING

MYSTERY OF LIFE...

OF DEATH

AND BEYOND

BOB DYLAN'S LINE

MY WEARINESS

AMAZES ME

I'M BRANDED ON

MY FEET

IS CLEAR AS A BELL...

STANDING ALONE

I AM AMAZED AT
MY OWN WEARINESS

I HAVE WORKED

ALL MY LIFE

AND STILL WONDER

WHY I BOTHERED

BUT IN TRUTH

I WAS COMPELLED

FAR BEYOND THE

REALM OF CHOICE

I HAD LITTLE TO DO

WITH IT

EVEN NOW AS I

WRITE THESE WORDS...

Bobby Jameson Dec 1, 2009

THE 60'S A POEM by Bobby Jameson

IT WAS 1966

AS I WALKED ALONG

SUNSET BLVD

IN THE HAZY

SUNLIT AFTERNOON

TOWARD THE

HAMBURGER HAMLET

FOR A BEER

THE SIDEWALKS

WERE WELL TRAVELED

THEN AND FRIENDLY

INQUISITIVE FACES

GREETED YOU

WITH THEIR EYES

AND SMILES

A PARADISE NOW LOST

PAISLEY PATTERNS
AND RIBBON SHIRTS

BEADS AND BANGLES

GALORE

CLINKED AND CLATTERED

FAINTLY

IN THE WARM BREEZE

OF WEST HOLLYWOOD

IN THE BACKGROUND

THE SOUND OF

JOHNNY RIVERS

DOING AN

AFTERNOON SET

AT THE WHISKY A GO GO

LURING IN

THE STEADY FOOT TRAFFIC

THE RICH AND FAMOUS

MIXED EASILY

WITH THE

STREET PEOPLE

AND FLOWER CHILDREN

THE BARRIERS OF CLASS

TEMPORARILY

DROPPING AWAY

IN THIS DREAM WORLD

OF LOVE AND PEACE

HAND MADE CRAFTS

WERE LIKE GOLD

SOUGHT OUT BY THOSE

EAGER TO FIT INTO

THE WILD WHIMSY

OF THE TIMES

THE SUNSET STRIP

A PATHWAY TO

HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS

AND LOVE

A DOORWAY TO HEAVEN

AS IT VISITED EARTH

BRIEFLY IN THE 60'S

Bobby Jameson Oct 17, 2009

CADILLAC REGRETS

I WALK ON

TILTED WALLS

LIKE AN

ARCHANGEL

FROM THE

PENNY ARCADE

OF MISERY...

SPIT SHINED

NICKELS

ADORN THE FLOOR

OF LAST RESORT

IN A VACATION PARADISE

FOR LOSERS

SINGLE HANDED

FAILURES

CASCADE FROM ABOVE

AND OUT THE

BACK DOOR

OF MY HEART...

THEY ARE
CADILLAC REGRETS
PARKED IN THE LOT

OF SADNESS

ON THE

WRONG SIDE

OF NOWHERE...

Bobby Jameson Oct 13, 2009

NOBODY'S DREAMBOAT

BLITZKRIEG MOMENTS

WITH MILITARY

PRECISION

SLAM MY HEAD

INTO THE SUN

CRIMSON FEELINGS

ADORN MY SLEEPLESS

FORM

AS IT WANDERS THE

HALLS OF INJUSTICE

SNAPDRAGON TONGUES

LICK MY WOUNDS

AND POUR ON

THE SALT

WITH A SMILE

FOR GOOD MEASURE

I AIN'T NOBODY'S

DREAMBOAT BABY

NOT LIKELY

I'M A SPUTTERING

REJECT

FROM THE 60'S

RUNNING AT

GLASS WALLS ON

A SUICIDE MISSION

FOR HELM'S BAKERY

AND ALL YOU CAN'T EAT

JACKSON POLLOCK

CAFETERIA STYLE

TODAY'S SPECIAL

SYLVIA PLATH

ON RICE

LET IT BLEED BOYS

THE COLOR RED

LOOKS GOOD

ON THE

INVISIBLE MAN

AIN'T NO HIGHER CALLING

THAN THE

END RESULT OF

A BAD BEGINNING

WE CAN'T ALL LOSE

SOMEBODY'S GOT

TO WIN

NO MATTER

HOW PAINFUL

IT IS

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009

LOST HIGHWAY

SOLITUDE

MOOD

LIKE NOTES

IN A ROOM FULL

OF HARMONIES

CORNER CAFE

AND A CUP A

PICK ME UP

SMOKE

ON THE

RUN

AN ALL NIGHTER

IN NASHVILLE

WITH ALL DAY

BLUES

IN

A TABLETOP

PARADISE

OF CADILLACS

AND PONTIACS

SEEIN THE WORLD

FROM A BACKSEAT

WHILE LIVIN FAST

ON THE

SLOW BURN

YOU DRINK AND

THINK

AND THERE'S

A FEELING

IN THE AIR

A PILL OR TWO

MAYBE MORE

YOU SOAR FOR

A MOMENT

AND LIVE

LIFE IN THE 50'S

ON THE

ROAD TO

RUIN

YOU'RE

HANK WILLIAMS

AND YOU'RE

TRAVELIN

ON THE

LOST HIGHWAY

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009 1:30AM

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

HURLING ART

AT THE WORLD

OF NON-BELIEVERS

BRILLIANT COLORS

IN A

BLACK AND WHITE

REALITY

CINEMATIC SENTENCES

AND PROLIFIC SPLASHES

OF GENIUS

WRONG WAY

THE RIGHT WAY

NO BRUSH

NO PEN

BUT EMOTIONS

SLAMMED AGAINST

THE PINK

UNDERBELLY

OF A CHURCH PEW

REALITY

BORN OUT OF

A NAKED LUNCH BOX

WITH BURROUGHS

EYES

AND BETTY DAVIS

KNUCKLES

JACKSON AND

JACK

P AND K

LIGHT YEARS

AHEAD

SOFTLY

WITH A KISS

WITH A FIST

WITH A

HEART

ON FIRE.....................

Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2009