THE SHINING OF THE WATER
By the shining of the water
By the shore along the river
Andean walked among the shadow
Kissing mist the hazy dawn light
See the sun rise from the hillside
See the trees lean towards the heaven
See the plants reach for the water
Greening leaves and painted flowers
Andean stretches forth his fingers
Reaching towards the warmth of sunshine
See the rays touch naked shoulders
As his skin begins to mellow
Andean hears the feeding deer
The fishes jump out of the river
The dragonfly sips the dew of morning
The hawk he hovers over tree tops
Andean walks among the thistles
Waves his hands over the tall grass
The deer waiting near the forest
Gather quiet as if in a presence
Someone watching, tending over
The bees look like they are dancing
Forming circles within circles
Searching for the colored nectar
Bringing home what the earth gives them
Andean sees it all connected
Feeling part of something greater
Feeling part of something better
Andean walks along the river
taken from the forthcoming book ANDEAN'S ASCENT OR INCANTATIONS FOR THE REVOLUTION
COPYRIGHT 2019 JOSEPH LAMM/JEFFERSON HOUSE COMMUNIQUE
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
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