Jeffs-Site

I find myself dreaming again,
flickers of what I don’t understand,
In my sacred space,
I can hear your beat of your heart
I can hear the sound of your thoughts,
I can see the protons shift
in anticipation,
microbes surrender to the invisible,
that saw before they wiggled,
you are in my sights,
you are not escaping
in the kiss of your lips,
and the shake of your hips,
this wourld will be cleared for us
and heaven will reign on earth again,
I have not forgotten,
I have not ceased,
I have my eyes on,
the number of the beast,
and it’s quickened dead harlot,
in purple royal dead feast,
on the blood of the martyrs,
across the globe,
I’m hip to your shit,
across the waters,
the children are suffocated,
under the weight of empty developers,
rape the land for all it’s worth,
wringing their human brothers and sisters dry,
make them slaves to the HOA,
and rule with an empty unethical and godless sword,
unintelligent and unsupported,
and havoc their hopes of rising above,
in a flat land
miles and miles of homes,
man was not meant to live like this,
disconnected fromhis neighbors,
discordant with their interests,
and time is against it’s confinments,
invasion of the box peolple,
their entire lives their whole culture and existence,
geared around a box, around the television,
in the shape of a box,
in a house shaped like a box,
on a lot in the shape of a box,
draw by a greedy man years long past,
on a desk, in the shape of a box,
who leaves a garage, in the shape of a box,
who drive a car, in the shape of a box,
to a building, in the shape of a box,
where he parks his car, in a space in the shape of a box,
and puts his papers, in the shape of a box,
in a briefcase, in the shape of a box,
and take an elevator in the shape of a box,
to go sit at a desk, in the shape of a box,
and work on a computer, and look at a screen,
in the shape of a box,
to make a paycheck,
printed on paper in the shape of a box,
and cash it at a bank to receive money,
in the shape of a box,
and try to find his love,
and heart the beats of his truth,
not, in the shape of a box

in the seamless shining of a soul,
In the love of eternity,
and stretch out his gifts to see what arises,
as a creature made, in the image of the divine,
who knows what we truly posess….
when we pool our concerns,
and over throw,
bring about the beginning,
of the end,
of the invasion,
of the box people….

Our neighbors should never be strangers….
Our power should never be compromised to change our environment if we find it unsuitable,
our dreams and our breath should never be suffocated,
our hopes and our frailties should never be exploited,
our expanse and our divinity should never be diminished.

One generation, one people.
ruled and oppressed under a common yolk.
Mankind as it exists in the Era of the dollar, of commerce,
the state of man as it exists in it’s present,
when this is done, and when this is past,
what
will
there
be….

answer these questions,
and go live a life as though it were now,
freed from the invasion of the box people,
and freed from the state of Man,
burdened by the weight, and under the yolk,
of the Era of Commerce.

and I thought I heard you wandering,
through the lost and dead city streets
and I thought I heard you laughing
through it’s hateful bacterial beats
and I couldn’t figure you out,
and I you couldn’t make sense of me,
and I so glad for it come to think of it,
cause maybe you need,
some of God’s love to see me,

and I , never said I had the answers,
more questions maybe maybe if anything
but I know that I now what I know
you know
transcendent and, repressed,
neverending….

one two three I saw them appear
out of the clouds out on the beach
and I stood there so speechless
three angels out of reach,
if the deal was that I was worthy,
then I’d never make the grade,
on my own volition,
but someone else made that trade,
and I try, and I choose,
and the card, and the card, is played…..

and it’s clear she’ll never see me,
she can’t see beyond herself,
makes me wonder what else, she might be missing,
in her lack of awareness,
and health,

ooo true blue to the center,
I hope she see’s the light,
and maybe I won’t be the, only one who, see the angels and, talks to them,
on ,
the beach at night.

What wonderful words sweet angel, thank you.

He has risen. He has risen indeed.

Happy Easter/Happy Passover.

Love,

Jeff

I find my self unfolding,
tomorrow’s sacred dream
coaxial microbes
singing to lies disappering
and she never listened anyway,
and the zombies keep walking
don’t care about anyone
except themselves
no eyes for anyone walking
no drive to make love
no taste for affection
encrusted in dead and dying gold
and I’m sad the sun came out
I wanted the rain
I’ll pray it’s resurrected
like my Lord again
global consciousness project,
lands a spike,
she don’t care about anyone,
she don’t like,
don’t want to be with anyone
don’t want to be free,
close my eyes and
let my heart see,
frankinscense and myrrh,
permeate the room,
it’s bigger than that
and you
and me
and all this gloom,
tomorrow dreams,
and she’s by my side
nothing but laughter
from my unknown bride
my co pilot
my partner in crime
jasmine and ylang ylang kisses,
as our souls collide,
new egypts patrons shopping,
on their zombie quest,
while their children’s starving,
for God’s sweet caress,
I can only pray….
they’ll come around,
put their purse down,
and praise sweet Yahweh,
and tomorrow sings,
and my strings vibrate,
I can feel the love,
and it’s not to late
the cherubim are singing,
Eyes round their head,
Folding in on itself,
rising again,
einstein’s theory,
throwing rocks from a train,
we stand here enveloped,
relative again,
and forgiveness shockwaves,
like a blind man seeing,
everything’s so beautiful,
everything….
And tomorrow’s dreaming…

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I just wanted to say hello for today, God bless you all
I love the night time,
It’s so peaceful,
less psychic chatter,
I feel less impounded
claustrophobic
catastrophic,

when it’s this lovely beautiful hour
I’m very tired
and I wish I had a wonderful girl to snuggle up with
some nicely scented Christ loving nymphomaniac who is turned on by vegetarians who like to sleep late
but that’s ok…

the night air is cool
and the silence is bliss
it’s not silent really
just an absence of
despair
and rushed hopelessness
the stench of futility and frustration
that penetrates the air so frequently
I can’t help but feel it
even when I try not to
My dreams come true
I can tell people their scene before they even speak
and as a side part
yes I feel things very acutely
I’ve been told I’m good to talk to and with,
and a keen negotiator because of it
unfortunately, I feel those things I wish I did not
and between gas and housing prices lately,
My heads been hurting alot,
and I wait for minutes like these
when love takes over
and the circus goes to bed for a while
these hours are precious,
the world’s just a better place after 12:00 or 1:00
wel, I better hit the sack
got to be up early,
fully fuled to go cursing at the air as I’m late to work again….
Late to work when I just want to kick back and jam……
well…. Say your prayers, think good things, and know that I love you.
God does too.

Good night.

Love,

Jeff

New song posted for your listening pleasure…..

It’s titled “You Could….”

Please leave your comments!!!!

You know you’d think that after a while I’d get used to the stupid comments people make, or the grotesquely ignorant things that people in general pop off with but you know every once in a while somedays just make me want to roll up in a ball and end it all as long as it didn’t hurt. I just have a hard time feeling optimistic about where the intellectual and compassionate future is headed when I have to explain certain things to people, or just get a basic sense that they were aware of the truth, or even of their surroundings….. I just don’t understand. Do me a favor, just take a little initiative, and stand out from the crowd. Do something amazing, make a new inroad, take a stand in general. honestly, I’m so tired of things, and people, that my heart just aches, and my head just hurts.

Let’s answer a little riddle and see where this goes…..

If person A, has a building that gets bombed by friends of person C, but hates person B in general and believes that person B tried to kill his father, is it ok for person A to attack the country of person B, when person C is the one who bombed it, or that are we not supporting our military by saying that we want them back and that they should not be in country B because to attack country B by the leadership of person A is an abuse of elected authority? am I to believe that now soldiers think for themselves and can decide which battle they are or are not pulled into?

Please…. You’ve forced me to exist in a world where person A has not been thrown out of office, must you insult my sense of ethics and existence with idiotic and childish circular reasoning that couldn’t defend it’s actions under critical analysis in a logic class for the mentally challenged? If your beliefs are that which say that you’re cool with the military attacking anyone and everyone we don’t like whenever and that it is ok with you, then just be up front about it with me ok? I respect that soo much more than to try and hide behind a veil of pseudo legitimacy at the expense of my daily existence being marred by Christless ramblings that everyone and everyone without a hidden agenda can clearly see and feels no reason to lie about.

My head hurts….

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distant and dreaming I thought I heard your voice,
a vision
collision,
I thought I had a choice,
lost,
tossed, wreaked and uplifted
prophecy,
coffee,
tea,
and the sifted
you look
you run
you dream,
tommorrow,
boxed in the houses,
trapped little mouses,
a voice never quite loud enough to yell
until you found it,
jasmine and cocoa,
the scent of her skin
a hundred different dreams alive,
a hundred different dreams again,
the fog,
the salt,
the rocks,
the waves,
the conceit,
that the waters
would never rise again
you look and you listen
and the ice age creeps in
a hundred different dream alive,
a hundred different dreams
again.