DUST


When the elements collide
    and twirl about me in a mist,
Ardent devils kept inside
    chain and bound me by the wrists

And I am dancing around the maypole,
Singing praises to the holy,
Digging graves among the dust.

When our revolution gives rise
    and promises us all is well,
But our solutions are comprised
    of hate, and sorrow, and hell

And we are dancing around the maypole,
Singing praises to the holy,
Digging graves among the dust.

We can't reach in and pull a heart out made from gold
We can't reach in and pull a heart out made from gold.



taken from the forthcoming book  ANDEAN'S ASCENT OR INCANTATIONS FOR THE REVOLUTION
COPYRIGHT 2016 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE


 

REMEMBRANCE


And the flowering creativity
      of dark ages past
Reveals to us the key
      through which our journey
Lights the secrets 

Cast down by the seers
      of days gone by
Who wove a tighter web of cords
Enabling us
      to tread their
Pre-lit corridors

Formed of mire
      enhanced by divine providence
My energy is released
      through the teachings
Of his poet's hands

Transformed into glory
      by the singer's dream
And acted out of passion
Patient holy one awakes my feet
      to take me
To his heavenly plane.



taken from the album WATCHING THE COMING STORM - ANNIVERSARY EDITION
and the book BULL HEADED SAVIOUR
COPYRIGHT 1984, 2008 & 2015 JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE

 

ETERNAL WAKE


A thousand suns dance over a million dreams,
IMAGINING
They are part of a story.

Bending into the limitless sky,
(Tranquility rests within the veil of their love.)

The voice of the one
BECOMES
The soul of the many,

And the dreams of the many become the story of the one.

A part of us remains when we leave this life,
That part we cherish,
That part we give to others in acts of love.

AN ETERNAL WAKE
Growing out from the uncoiled spirit,
Expanding as it touches new suns
That dance to new dreams.

FOREVER.



excerpt from the album ANDEAN'S ASCENT and the forthcoming book ANDEAN'S ASCENT OR INCANTATIONS FOR THE REVOLUTION
COPYRIGHT 2016 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE




 

BEAUTIFUL FLOWER


You over-whelm my heart with an emotion,
You give a blessed part (of you)
           from above,
You sanctify this part of a devotion,
You over-flow my heart’s desire
           for your love.

Every path
           that’s gone before
Has lead to you.

Every dream
           means all the more
If it’s with you.

In your eyes I see a certain place,
(A place where no one ever goes)
It’s there where you have kept your secret heart,
The beautiful flower of your soul.

And your soul says
           “Find me on the inside, find my heart that’s true.
           Seek me, my beloved, until our days are through.”

And my soul says
           “Find me on the inside, find my heart that’s true.
           Seek me, my beloved, until our days are through.”

Until I find the beautiful flower of your soul.
Until I find the beautiful flower of your soul.



COPYRIGHT 2011 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE

 

A LEAF


Whispering,
    (over sounds chasing),
Hand mingles with dirt
    and forms a certain

BALANCE.

A certain dance
    through (endless) numbered nothingness,

Yet beingness.

Smiling,
    burst forth the ground:
Branches and leaves
    (eager) to see.

All reaching.

All remembering.

All souls are a leaf.



taken from the album ANDEAN'S ASCENT and the forthcoming book ANDEAN'S ASCENT OR INCANTATIONS FOR THE REVOLUTION
COPYRIGHT 2011 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE


 

MACHINES OF GOD


Flying
    in
    the
    sky,

Angel sees an aeroplane.

"Are you such as I?
Do you feel love?
Do you feel pain?"

Prying
    out
    one
    eye,

Aeroplane tells timid angel

"Your frame is divine,
Wrapped like a glove
Wrapped like a wheel."

Lying
    on
    the
    sea

Incarnate soul, incarnate dream

Both shine brightly
But from below
They look the same to me.




COPYRIGHT 2011 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE



 

THE GOSPEL OF LUCIFER


A man in his black robe
Tightens his collar
          to show white 
          undergarments

Radiating with an energy!

Pulsating with an aire of sureness!


He is aware of nothing

          but the arrogance 
          of his own stiff neck

Casting his eyes

          D
          O
          W
          N
          W
          A
          R
          D

          he speaks of love

But he has never met its author

Liberating with hands raised high!

Regulating with words!

          (their meanings
          he has reversed)

Mercy becomes 
          J
          U
          D
          G
          E
          M
          E
          N
          T
Grace becomes
          W
          O
          R
          K
Joy becomes
          M
          I
          S
          E
          R
          Y
Love becomes
          N
          O
          T
          H
          I
          N
          G


          

taken from the forthcoming book ANDEAN'S ASCENT OR INCANTATIONS FOR THE REVOLUTION

COPYRIGHT 2011 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE