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 2, 2011

WINDS OF TIME

Artist: Robert Watson
"Pasoga Roma"

TIME AND SPACE
CORDONED OFF
LIKE A
PRISON CAMP
SURVIVORS STAND
HOLLOW FACED
AND RIGID
PRAYING FOR
AN END
BUT FEAR
THEIR PRAYERS
FALL ON
DEAF EARS
AND COLD HEARTS...
THERE IS NO
RIGHT TO DIE
NO RIGHT
TO LIVE
EXCEPT WITHIN
THE CONFINES
OF THE CAMP
WHERE MISERY
DICTATES
EACH DAY
AND LONELY NIGHT...
TIME AND SPACE
WHERE SKELETONS
OF DREAMS
ARE ALL
THAT REMAIN
OF YOUTH
NOW LEFT
TO THE WINDS
OF TIME...

Bobby Jameson Sep 2 2011

1 comment:

Tim McMullenSeptember 3, 2011 at 12:19 AM
Though this poem contains many of the themes running through your poetry, the painting is so perfect that it almost appears that the painting inspired the poem. I am consistently impressed by the visuals that you find to accompany your words.
Tim
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