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.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

(part 122) BROKEN

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LOOKING OUT
THROUGH BROKEN EYES
I SEE THE BIRDS
IN BROKEN SKIES
THE YEARS HAVE PASSED
ON BROKEN CLOCKS
MY THINKING FROM
THIS BROKEN BOX

LEFT ALONE
ALONG THE SHORE
MY BROKEN SHIP
THE WINDS IGNORE
I WANDER NOW
ALONG THE ROCKS
MY THOUGHTS ARE BROKEN
LIKE THE BOX

BOTTLES DRIFT IN
ON THE TIDE
WITH BROKEN
MESSAGES INSIDE
AND I ALONE
THE WORLD STILL MOCKS
THE THINKER IN
THE BROKEN BOX

Robert Parker Jameson Jan 2009

4 comments:

VickyLouJanuary 25, 2009 at 2:30 PM
Bobby, that's absolutely BEAUTIFUL--but sad, too.
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AnonymousJanuary 25, 2009 at 5:15 PM
Another masterpiece.....I loved "Dance" on your my space,but then again I love everything you write.You are special.
Jennie
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AnonymousJanuary 26, 2009 at 8:56 AM
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Tim McMullenJanuary 29, 2009 at 11:54 PM
Really interesting metaphor transforming the weary cliché "outside the box" into the intriguingly insightful (and incite-ful) "broken box."
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