Saturday, February 19, 2011

THE FLESH OF CHILDREN'S DREAMS





CATAPULTED
INTO BLACK
STUMBLE
TOWARD
THE CRIMSON
CRACK
MUMBLE
SOMETHING AT
THE WALL
NO ONE HEARS
NO ONE
AT ALL

ANTIQUATED
ETIQUETTE
FILLS THE EARS
LIKE STUBBORN
SHIT
BUILT FROM
RUBBISH ON
A PAGE
KILLS THE
SOUL
AND TURNS
TO RAGE

LOVERS MOCK
THE ONES
THEY WANT
MOTHER'S MILK
A GENTLE TAUNT
AGAINT THE
FLESH OF
CHILDREN'S
DREAMS
LISTEN YOU
CAN HEAR
THEIR SCREAMS

Bobby Jameson Feb 19, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

AND NEVER KNEW THAT I WAS GONE

SUBTLE BREEZE
ACROSS MY WAY
WHERE WILL I
END UP THIS DAY

ROAD'S END WISHING
FOR MORE STRING
OR WILLINGLY
GIVE UP THIS THING

KITE LIKE DREAMS
THAT NEVER SETTLE
OLD WOOD STOVE
AND COPPER KETTLE

TIRED SOUL AND
TIRED EYES
SQUINT AGAINST
THE TORTURED SKIES

SONGS OF SADNESS
FILL MY JAW
WITH MELODIES
OF THINGS I SAW

AND LIFE WENT ON
AND ON AND ON
AND NEVER KNEW
THAT I WAS GONE

Bobby Jameson Feb 15, 2011





Saturday, January 29, 2011

THE ART OF FORCE


L.A.'S FILLED
WITH NAMES AND FACES
DON'T FORGET
I KNOW THOSE PLACES
WOUNDS CAN HEAL
WHEN LEFT ALONE
WAKE NOT THE MONSTER
IN HIS HOME

I HUNTED ON THOSE
L.A. STREETS
KNEW THE STRONG
AND KNEW THE WEAK
TASTED BLOOD
AND LIVED ON PAIN
DINED WITH THOSE
WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS

LOADED WORDS
LIKE LOADED GUNS
ARE SOMETIMES NOT
FOR HAVING FUN
CHALLENGE ME
WITH LITTLE GRACE
AND I WILL GET
INTO YOUR FACE

TELL ME NOW
YOU'D LIKE TO MEET ME
KISSING ASS
AND MEET AND GREET ME
NOTHING THAT
YOU'VE EVER KNOWN
WILL BE LIKE MEETING
ME ALONE

COME MY FRIEND
AND TELL ME WHERE
I PROMISE YOU
I WILL BE THERE
AND WHEN WE SPEAK
AND TELL OUR LIES
FEAR I'LL WATCH 
FILL UP YOUR EYES

YOU AND SMALLNESS
LIKE YOU MATTER
ONLY WHEN YOU
GLOAT AND CHATTER
HIDING IN
YOUR CLOSET SWEET
LIFE IS DANGEROUS
ON THE STREET

DARKNESS RIDES
A PALE HORSE
IT'S RIDER KNOWS
THE ART OF FORCE
A SKILL UNKNOWN
TO THOSE UNTRAINED
WHO FEAR THE VERY
THOUGHT OF PAIN

Robert Parker Jameson

RHYME AND RUMBLE

ANCIENT HISTORY
WRITTEN BADLY
BY MY HAND
OF ENDLESS SADLY
MELTING TEARS
ON MARBLE FACES
WHERE AM I
IN ALL THESE SPACES

WORDS THAT TITTER TAT
ON PAGES
IN BETWEEN MY
RANTS AND RAGES
PHOTOGRAPHS
OF YESTERDAY
THE LIFE I LIVED
THEN THREW AWAY

SYLLABLES
LIKE NUMBERS COUNTED
SENTENCES
ARE FRAMED AND MOUNTED
MEANING THINGS
THAT BARELY MUMBLE
INTO SOUNDS
OF RHYME AND RUMBLE

Bobby Jameson June 2009

LONG ROAD HOME





LONG ROAD HOME
SEEMS SO FAR AWAY
LAY DOWN EACH MISERY
COME HOME TO STAY

LOAD OF OLD COTTON
ROLLIN' ALONG
MAKE ME A SOFT BED
AND SING ME A SONG

BEEN ON THIS ROAD
MOST OF MY YEARS
LEFT A LONG TRAIL
OF OLD DRIED UP TEARS

GO DOWN VIRGINIA
STAY FOR AWHILE
NOTHIN' EXCITES ME
BUT YOU MAKE ME SMILE

LONG ROAD HOME
SOMEDAY I'LL FIND
JUST KEEP ON WALKIN'
THIS ROAD WILL UNWIND

Bobby Jameson June 1, 2009

DESTINY

I WOULD WRITE
BUT MY MIND IS BLANK
I TRIED TO SING
BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND
I WALKED TO
THE END OF THE ROAD
AND A STRANGER ASKED
WHO I WAS

NO ONE
I SAID
I AM NO ONE
IN PARTICULAR
JUST A TRAVELER
IN SEARCH
OF MY
DESTINY

DESTINY
OR FATE
ASKED THE STRANGER
IS THERE A DIFFERENCE
I REPLIED

I WALKED ON
AND IN THE SKY
I NOTICED A BIRD
FLYING BACKWARDS

WHY ARE YOU
FLYING BACKWARDS
I YELLED
TO AVOID
MY DESTINY
ANSWERED THE BIRD

AND WHAT IS
YOUR DESTINY
I ASKED
DEATH
HE CRIED
I WANT TO
LIVE FOREVER

Bobby Jameson June 2009

Saturday, January 8, 2011

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

Saturday, December 4, 2010

I AM A WOLF...





I AM NOT BLIND
NOT DEAF
I SEE AND HEAR
QUITE WELL

THE MOON
MY LIGHT
THE WIND
MY FRIEND

CARRYING
MY VOICE
TO THE WORLD
AND BEYOND

THE SCENT
OF LIFE IS RAW
LIKE A
NEW WOUND

LIKE A
CRIPPLED FAWN
ON PURE
WHITE SNOW

I AM
THE PIECES
OF WHAT WAS
AND IS NO MORE

I AM ALIVE
BECAUSE
THE FAWN
IS NOT

CRUEL
YOU SAY...
I AM
A WOLF...

Bobby Jameson Dec 4, 2010

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

LIVE FAST...DIE YOUNG





RAGTOP CHEVY
SHAKE RATTLE
AND ROLLIN
DOWN THE
HIGHWAY OF
LOVE
UNDERNEATH
A BLUE
KENTUCKY MOON...

HEADED FOR
MEMPHIS
WITH A
LES PAUL
PLATTER
TEARIN UP
MY RADIO AND
MY DUNGAREE
DOLL MOANIN LOW...

MOVE OVER
SUCKERS
THIS IS MAYBELLINE
COMIN THROUGH
AND JOHNNY
IS GOOD
TONIGHT...HE'S
ROCKIN ROUND
THE CLOCK...

SIPPY SUCK SUCK
ON A
HALF PINT HIGH
WITH A
SMOLDERIN
RUBY ON
MY LUCKY STRIKE
MY CHICK'S LIPS
CURLED IN A SMILE...

I CAN LIVE
MY LIFE IN
A DAY BABY
IT AIN'T THE
LONG HAUL
FOR ME...I WANNA
LIVE FAST...DIE YOUNG
AND HAVE A
GOOD LOOKIN CORPSE...

Bobby Jameson dec 1, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

STACKING TOOTHPICKS...





AN ALL NIGHTER
IN HELL...
THOUGHTS OF
SUICIDE
RUMBLE
THROUGH MY
HEAD...

POTENT
MEMORIES
LIKE A BLACK
WIDOW SPIDER
CRAWL FROM
THE CORNERS
OF MY MIND...

THIS PLACE...
THIS TIME...
SMELLS LIKE
DYING LILIES
HUMPED UP
AGAINST THE
WALL OF
NEVER MIND...

THE EXCUSES OF
LOVED ONES
TOO BUSY
STACKING
TOOTHPICKS
TO REACH OUT
WITH A
GENTLE WORD...

SELFISH LIPS
PURSED IN
SILENCE...
EYES THAT STARE
THROUGH MY
GLASS FACE...
ANNOYED BY
MY TEDIOUS
NEED FOR LOVE...

Bobby Jameson Nov 24, 2010

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

SHADOW HUNTER






I WAIT LIKE A BEGGAR
AT THE DOOR OF THIEVES
HOPING FOR CRUMBS
FROM THEIR TABLE...
A TABLE BUILT WITH
MY OWN HANDS
FASHIONED FROM FINE WOOD
GATHERED IN MY YOUTH...

I STAND LIKE A PAUPER
AMIDST THIER LIES...
RIDICULED
FOR MY MISERY
A MISERY STAMPED
ON ME BY THOSE
WHO BARTER NOW
WITH THAT WHICH
THEY TOOK FROM ME...

MY PATIENCE WORN THIN
I PLEDGE
I WILL NOT DIE...
I WAIT LIKE A
HUNGRY WOLF
FOR THEIR DEMISE
I THE WOLF
THE SHADOW HUNTER
WELL MATCHED AGAINST
THEIR SOFT FLESH...

Bobby Jameson Oct, 1 2009

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

I AM A ROCK





LONELY....
LIKE A STONE
THROWN TO
THE GROUND

LEFT ALONE
IN THE MINCED
MEAT OF MY
SORROW....

TRAVELERS...
UNAWARE OF
MY DISTRESS
PASS BY

LAUGHING
AS THEY GO
DEAF TO MY
CRIES...

WAIT....
COME BACK
I WANT TO
TALK...

I WANT TO
LIVE...
TO MOVE
TO BREATHE

I AM A ROCK
A STUPID
ROCK...
NOTHING MORE...

Bobby Jameson Oct 26, 2010

Sunday, October 24, 2010

PICKWICK DAY OF EVERGREEN




GREY SKY
MORNING
WASHED
ACROSS THE
PICKWICK DAY
OF EVERGREEN

SHADES OF
MARBLED
MEMORIES
ROLL THROUGH
MY WATERCOLOR
MIND

A LONE
TRAVELER
HUNCHED IN
HIS OWN PARADE
ALONG THE
COBBLESTONE

GREETS ME
WITH A
WARM SMILE
AND TWINKLING
EYES OF BLUE
THEN VANISHES

IT IS CAPTURED
FOREVER
IN THE ARMS
OF MY THOUGHTS
AS I LONG
FOR...

ANOTHER
GREY SKY
MORNING
AND A
PICKWICK DAY
OF EVERGREEN......

Bobby Jameson Oct 24. 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

Headaches...






I stand alone at four in the morning, moaning and cursing the pain in my head..
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.....

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.......

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....

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.....

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.....