Bobby Jameson

A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

(part 84) SOMEONE WHO IS NO ONE

MY LIFE
HUNG LIKE A DISASTER
ON THE SPIKE OF TIME
THE SAME SPIKE
PIERCED MY HEART
MY HEAD
TOO MANY TEARS
TOO MANY DISAPPOINTMENTS
FOR TOO LONG
I WAIL
AT THE MOON
AND THE STARS
LIKE A WOLF
IN HIDING
I AM SOMEONE
WHO IS NO ONE
NO ONE
WHO IS SOMEONE
I DIE IN SOLITUDE
EVER DREAMING OF RELIEF
IT NEVER COMES
I TALK TO MYSELF
AND WANDER
THE LONG ROAD
MERCY MOCKS ME
LIKE A CRUEL HOAX
DECADE AFTER DECADE
I LOOK FORWARD
BY LOOKING BACKWARDS
INTO HELL
I AM ALONE
I AM NO ONE
WHO IS SOMEONE
SOMEONE
WHO IS NO ONE

Bobby Jameson June 28, 2008