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.

Friday, September 25, 2009

(part 204) THE CHASING WIND

I WALK IN THE ZONE
BETWEEN HEAVEN
AND HELL
LIFE AND DEATH

I WANDER BENEATH
THE GREAT TIMBERS
OF CONSCIOUSNESS
LIKE AN ANT

SO VAST IS THE
UNIVERSE OF THOUGHT
SO ALIVE THE COLLECTIVE
HEAP OF EMOTIONS

THE PHYSICAL LIFE PAINFUL
THE THOUGHT OF NOT
ENDURING IT ANY LONGER
A DREAM OF FREEDOM

HANGING ON TO THREADS
OF PROMISES FROM
HUMAN LIPS
THAT SINK LIKE STONES

IN THE STILL WATERS
OF THE HEART
NEVER TO APPEAR AGAIN
AS IF NEVER UTTERED

ALL THAT IS LEFT
ARE THE RIPPLES
ON THE POND
AND THE CHASING WIND

AS IT WHISPERS
TO THE STARS
I AM HERE
I AM HERE

Bobby Jameson Sep 2009

4 comments:

AnonymousSeptember 25, 2009 at 10:17 AM
How you create lyrics while in the physical pain you are in right now, is a total amazement. Most people would be in the hospital taking massive amounts of medication. I admire your courage to brave each day, man up against the circumstance, and continue to let the lyric in your head flow. Please take care.
Terri
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AnonymousSeptember 29, 2009 at 12:40 AM
beautiful work...

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stephanie sandersNovember 13, 2010 at 6:45 PM
Can see the depth of your pain. Like chasing the wind, we can only hope to touch others for just a moment. By opening up like you do, you make yourself vulnerable, and keep your spirit alive.
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Accessible Renovations LynnAugust 2, 2022 at 4:46 AM
Thiis is a great post thanks
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