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.

Monday, April 20, 2009

(part 159) I INHERIT BUT THE WIND

I INHERIT
BUT THE WIND
EMPTY AIR
AN EMPTY TIN
COBBLESTONES
OF DESTINY
THE FUTURE WAITS
DIRECTING ME

I THE PAYER
OF THE TOLL
HEAVY BURDEN
ON MY SOUL
I WHO COME
AGAIN, AGAIN
I INHERIT
BUT THE WIND

THIS MY SPACE
AGAINST THE WALL
OF RECKLESS TIMES
THAT COME TO CALL
ASK ME NOW
WHERE I HAVE BEEN
I INHERIT
BUT THE WIND

Robert Parker Jameson April 20, 2009

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whiterayApril 21, 2009 at 2:44 PM
That's a good one, Bobby. Puts me in mind in some ways of Robert Frost: "And miles to go before I sleep." Nice!
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Monday, April 20, 2009

(part 159) I INHERIT BUT THE WIND

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