Road Kill

She did not see it coming
her children behind playing
they frolic in her path
she did not know they move that fast
they lag behind in innocence
believing they know the key
she did not see it coming
now they wail and are starving.


I did not see it coming
then I saw her end trails
and the fresh blood spattered
the tire pressure just right
to serve efficiency
what just vanity
cage this emotion
usless
pointless
nothing will listen
nothing is this feeling
I did not see it coming.


Staff-like coptic anger
released upon infinity
this vanity could use some balancing
abandoned shopping cart
a cliche' so handy
on this highway human fear was in carriages
for my heart was acting
from power beyond me
this I caged and loosed retaliation
within the confines of time
punishment for a clean justice
for law is in place
and those who do not obey
are road kill.


We did not see it coming
struck by lightning
now we're starving.

Bench

A time out on plastic yellow feathers that once held rain a few times ten.
A benching on childhood memories past on through generation after generation.
A misnomer of a misnaming of a mood complaining.
A short season in darkness and tears (sirens blaring)
but losing track of scores do adore time's company
companioning untainted by facsimilies and facades
and chlorine breakin weather coming once again...

Proof of Purchase

Flesh born in the season
of the evening Venus rising
Spirit born in the season
of the morning Venus rising
they mingle in this mesh
they conflict giving falsity
sin, error and superiority

What is that I hear you muttering
something about a recovering economy?
something about peace and safety?
something about job security?

It is I on the hill
making the unforgettable proclamation
unforgivable
unthinkable to mankind and his kin
It is Zion that heals
don't go getting the servant angry
for he flares up easily
sooth his feet on this here footstool
take refuge in the One that rules.

What is it that this consciousness has written?
What is it that from this ocean has arisen?
What is it that this pinnacle is boasting?
soundin' up and alike
lightnin'
ask
and all before
and after you I shall a be givin'

Oh mighty ruler measure out
lift on up the phonetical completion
raise up from the flesh that be rottin'
bring about the long awaited
impossible kingdom
breakin' the nations with that rod of Iron
tune it to infinity
mastering the song that is redeeming.

So in all of this land mighty man
are you listening?
quit reving your foolish engine
and start tuning your ear
to the one singing
to better a changing
for he fears not the course your takin'
because he can go anywhere
and there always singing
his almighty power and raining
a simple judgement to be aware
take refuge in the One coming.

It may be a vulgar translation
but hey look behold in the dark
a light been given
to the darkest one prayin'
the spirit here may seen too stumblin'
and the star seems forsaken and fallen
because stricken with the seven unwritten
sacred serpents spiraling
in every direction
the wilderness of eternity designing
as each pang occuring
beyond the birth and the home
of the begining and the ending.

Pops

When the feverish water breaks
reality will be clearly
a light in a darkened place
the leader in ideology
wiping old memory
and driving hard a flock
with iron rod inheritance
and destiny.

When the fine line posted sign
becomes past burnt and gold standard
melted away like dross
the hunger of humanity
shall be for peace
beyond food
yet even for a season in this flesh
a place of bone and blood
understood can never last
as to ash is an analogy
intelectual bombacity
just rhyming in simplicity
outlasting everthing
meaning.

When this stress breaks
the camels back
power of engines
will rust
from the foam of his mouth
and in the background
the word unherd
leading like a child in
imaginary self centered consciousness
home at last
struck like the sound of a cuckoo clock
lightning
voices
thunder
behold our father
coming into reality.

The Child and The Beast

When the beast meets the child pretending to be king,
there is no turning back; there is no hiding.
It is as wild as the universe claims to get.
There will be a fight and the wounds bring death.

The flesh would tremble
in the child
if the beast were of that place
but in this spirit
the beast knows its fate
because power impossible
the king does harbor
an imaginary war manifest
in reality
a real world's destruction
chaotic border
men are close.

The thick undergrowth
swept under turf grass
well mown
shadows in every direction
the beast seeks a place to hide
and in babbling streams
makes its case
holding prisoner
those the child liberates.

Cannot see
beyond the boundary
where belly button culture
has made its date
if to free
with fees and fines
down in duldrum
his imagination is fate
for they will him to be
yet cannot see.

When the beast encounters the king
he will weep over its destruction
but not for benefits it seems to bring
for it was part of his creation
they will even sit alone
together as it dies
and the tears of a father
will be the last
in this place that frees
ideology, spirituality, and imagination
the day of death
he will wipe the tears
so ending suffering
and the beast will rust
and the king will get up
and stride into eternity
where there it had been since the begining.

Convergence of the Seven Serpented Sacred Throne

For we will build wonderful houses
and dedicate to the gods
keep all precious things in them
and there say our prayers
our best animals and grains
our wines and our children
our firstborn
our bread
sacrificed to him
her
it

for this we will be heard
and for this his anger grows
front seats immediate
rings of precious stones kissed
books written
decorated
clothing too separated
high hats and staffs
esoteric street monks
lotus temples
churches and mosques
wars and pieces of technology
words and words
prophecies
predictions times and days
but he in the most unlikely place
clear for all to see
judges in righteousness
the holy of holies
and in secret spirit
creates the wonder of wonders
ready to sop up the tears
and live into being
knowing purity
at home at last
a windy spirit
a body
and a seat.

Anniversary

This is the adversary
formality and traditional
rational logical transitions
toward a sound argument
really loud and passionate.

One year ago
much pain
unknown
focused
throes

pinnacle in rising star
shining away reflective
and the sacred nuptial
consummation
contracting conditions
yearly earnings
paper weight
sewing

toss those bags on the camel's back
the desert must be traveled
one dune to the next
autopilot
thirst

One year away
from contact
shellac
solid staff
effortless ass
reaching the sacred city

to complete the agreement
and read what is written
seven lightnings later
all the libraries have burned
and commited
in memory
and forgotten by the crowd
this terrible place
be proud.

Sun Bath

Hub of holy torment
accumulates again
but bare trodden hard feet
tougher than the train
plays in smiles
unconscious paranoia

In the sun a fleeting dream
where two the twain meet
shade aging passes through longing
to rise in morning adornment
satisfied till night

a beauty all her own
sand in eyes blown
tears in heat melt
and mirror hewn

never too soon
never too late
eat up the days
and dates

trump up the daze
the power too strong
follow along
come
smile

mile after mile words chatter on
momentary living in zeal for the zest
for the tears and the smile
for the tender minds eye
staring at me
attentive hallucinations
fantasy breathes
clasp hold down
fluid it works

den to leave and dreams to come
chaos is clean in wild abandonment
may the pains
meld
and friendships failed
weld
these fingers in freedom
and these hearts in love.

A Humble Prayer

Choas concedes control

and tries to accomplish it

carriages pass like waves

the sea is vast but fears

do you know who I am?

the wind speaks

the truly happy hear my voice

who can stand in this faith?

The tree that caught the vibes

of the silly boy fantasizing

shook them off and fallen like leaves

are ideas unclean

for forgiven in the one happily

chosen to do all that is written

trees fear for the written word

and the lightning they call

burns and cries thunder

unwritten hall stones jones

status higher

interrupted vision of the godhead laughing

trying and praying to be drawn together

but untouched only eaten up by a house so holy

it runs from flesh and calls up spirit to tremble in ancient light

hidden is the mask and feral child superhero

weak and fallen hypocrite daylight profit humble bread

a woman I love

I dance with daily

until I'm dead

but to see her eyes believe her mind the day she sees my love breathes fire.

Barred Boxers

Waves from the chlorination
reaching a different world
muddy life bearing waters
carry stains of colorful oil
that pool in neglect
like unmown lawns

drunk with visions
of perfect sight
flipping the grill
down the sharp angle stairs

looking back with fear
this is the life of tears
the jungle fit
carriage horseless hypocrite

words wasted and melted cheese
grounded beef excess preach
to physically conquer graffiti
contested to sure defeat

and wanderings
changing ratings
desolations
long sufferings
to raise pleasure
for one or the other
experience wild ecstacy

thinking
concluding
company.

Into the Wind

Balanced on cliff's edge
I practice control of the wind
there is a voice I cannot make out
urgent sounds of distress

that wave of isolation
like a warm handshake
pushes down my head
to join in the dance again

dancing a tear focuses scattered light
trying to feel once more the cohesion
as it slowly slips and tears the adhesion
in gravity away emotion dull and dying

on one foot I switch in tiredness
unnoticed by eyes so happily dredging
through common ways in rewards
to live and love beside her alone

I throw control of wind in caution
and a gust picks up I dread
the tear forming again
down on all fours vomiting
the wind will not take me
distress voiced growing louder
dreams of former scenes remind
how cruel even the best of friends actions

again here in unappreciation
all inside the head
of an elitist educated ass
unspoken in love too fast
an embrace in haste
I bare the clasps and turn in darkness
walk into the wind alone again?

For this strength cannot take another hit
of lonliness left by its side
down that cliff a wonderful view
jagged and deathlike hue
this comfort I cannot forsake
and on the edge of torment again it takes
this water does not need to be broken again
to give birth to this love the voice has not forsaken

yet inside the little wind
tiny pebbles polishing
for in eyes those tears again
gale force it picks up
out of all subconscious control
the talons of this talent
the heel of the warrior's myth
into the wind
the dreams said
this I have not chosen
yet here I love again.

Yellow Belly

Not known who deal
the Legion for real
redemption never could
in primate town
drawn line
hell

Do you know who to deal
nubs of conversation
sitting on the shore
passion
falling to floors
hit hard by vanity to prove once more

yellow belly on top of hill
stare me down
like a clown I show my fear
of the situation
and the peace maker
keeping it real when the cowboy's steal

a matter of fact the power
of the engine is clearer than mountain water
beautiful daughter

Mammalian conflict
on levels so pure
adhere to etiquette in spelling proper
fantasies that die in nights
ruin hearts and families true
but thru the mix
and out the other side
the yellow belly
and the grounded
living holy
right on by.

Maintenance of Fake Pond Side Weeds

Each end an explaination

for such a simple of truths

each end a dead delusion

occlusion of tender affection

set loose like dust eluding

sudden conclusion.

Protection of pockets of lusts

simple sanitary solution

in backwash

stand offs

Callous attention

stone hardened complexion

free in the expression

of necessary situations

a maturation

of hardening emotions

sudden erotic kisses

involuntary smiles

The lace of this existence

unwound the boot and face

glowing red in sun skin

from cometic gestures

for cosmetic scriptures

masking tape an a queen's

erecting of emotion

to fulfill a fallic longing

ending in long-suffering

beyond contact of time and space

Sour sins payed for by self

guilt and loathing

nails cut

to save for blood

in this hood

only one is good

and this love

that went down

this exposure

in plain town

village

kept secret

therapist confidence

that this tongue does mist

falling tears

like cloudless skies

esoteric rememberances

listed

centered

herd

kept clear

And this courage pulls up the flaps

to slow down the barefoot slaps

and dreaded red marks

weight on ass bearing bending

eye of needle gulp the camel

hold law to law

and saying to saying

as sown fallen where they may

enter where they change into degree

not condemnation angry

of holy glory separate sift

for no man hated

only facade

this little tender love

growing in leaps and unbound

unknown the destination or outcome

jealous fits and panic come

take back the word said

getting there no matter the drag

of the antigravital like way so sad

a friend may fly away unexplained

and the darkest explaination takes hold

used battered molestation of soul

and so many are here just beyond reach

everyone is not individuals said

loved and lonely unpenetrable spellings

hardened calloused sharp toothed clawed

for the future of all souls

fantastical

or yours alone.

Gravity's Well

There is no ledge of freedom
to soar against the law
broken bones
makhlawfaw
in the rocky crag hidden

bidden to gain and to gain
no third heaven
just generations of stars

a voice of judgement
softens in equality
while standing strong
bipedal philosophy
mythologies of book ends

and there some silence falls
calling for rememberance
while slithering is some senseless
pain inflection
spells of bees and honey
torn asunder

braids and beads
seven thunders
a rock hard melody
metal in the water
and little stars
cannot be colored

runaway greenhouse
brightness approaches
on a holiday longer than a year
skipping season to season
dawning twice a cycle
high luminosity
twice also

and in this riddle
there are levels
dreams and beards
dropping in orbits
an itty-bitty law
dreadlocks in wildernesses
strength in blind darkness

thirty corpses rotting in nakedness
feeding the birds of heaven
justice.

Mind & Heart

At the gathering
I watched in plain sight
the secret thoughts
that did accompany
the motions and actions
of a father and son

He did ask to be put on high
and up He went on shoulders
of Father

His sight was higher
and smiled in wonder
at things down under
known by heart

For to stay He would for hours
down seated on Earth his mother
waving and smiling

For this the gathering
I had been called
to see such tenderness
and to know
up on High my child sits
in an angry season
where Mom has fits
and Father's old heart
rock hard does soften
at the smile of a few
and a dozen
a calm before a storm
where the meld
on the seat wild
thunders
voices
lightnings
iron rod
case closed
the threshold
birth of one
not of woman
for a second
death must occur
at birth
because the water is broken
see the rainbow floating?

Before I asked
I was struck
swung upon shoulders
and look in wonder
bubbling up from His heart
a wonder of wonders
and no tears
at the gathering
after the judgment has passed
everyone welcome
even the first and the last.

I Was Once Called Romeo

So Juliet~

screaming from the balcony

can your eyes distinguish me?

Can your thoughts bend around me

can your love feel me

and your compassion be tender to me?

Are you hard and solid where needed to be

and give way at distances free?

Is your emotion a shadow

or the sun?

or an object in between?

Can you raise my body

like some hot toddy

sleepy?

Can you sooth these thoughts

with no effort on my part

cause I work hard

to remain in the end

especially if its impossible.

Can you do these things?

That which I never win

or wander away from

when not trying

cool breeze

just be

screaming from your balcony free

I'm bound to stop by to see who calls.

Refracting Pool

In ancient Earth
all written on walls
gorging out cylindrical holes
leaving debris in depths
but water flows
or festers
and evaporates

Take a moment
hone it
begin again the journey
sweet as honey

those things thought needed
are stowed in baggage
put down for a time
and the clash is clear
and the knowledge fear
and the evidence here

but this love cannot be returned to
or rummaged through searching for some clothing
some need for survival
it is like the carrot for the horse
but there is a vast surrounding
which is life and balance
look but don't focus back
focus but enjoy the full scene
moment is eternal
but won't come again

and where we dance
is fluid and forever
gentle and unsure
solid like a rock a heart
and thought hovering
like some tidal pool
fluctuates and is immature
needed that way
stand steadfast
swim in tender gifts
hold back not time.

Wise

Thought accumulate
fermented and aged
for life a companion
knowing more than dread
and a gift of holy prayer
a dichotomic solution of a hero.

And I ask one wide eyed
and seeming to step forth
heavy on our thoughts
is the holy one
to dip down into flame
to reap the reward
to bring home
more than one.

Facetious spirit away like dust
all thats left is truth in heart
ikonoklastic singer gouging
battles killing and slaying.

And running and leaping
giving up the sayings
teaching the whispers
as if his own
no truth higher
for whence begotten?

There in front of her
the wind is blowing
capturing some essence
of the holy

Wizened staff
hopping fences
I smile at the haste
to shed the clothing
and in his dust I am left
to remember what right
I had done
Thanks.

Contemplating
partying days
and an aged reality
emerging clearly
waiting
pretending
spiritual
tihs is the inner most
forgiveness
the true host
and no doubt here he dwells
in the heart of one acting
spreading to all else
it has been seen by others
first and last
see you later
brother
speak it or leave it
enter.

A Kiiss

I don't want to look at you
I don't want to look your way
cause the feelings I get for you
they just won't go away

I just don't know what it is
I don't know how to explain
when I think about a kiss
I feel very strange

Cause there is no cure
for feeling the way I do
yeah there is no cure
nothing to replace you
but if my feelings come crashing down
I hope I'll still be wishing
that I will be with you
I hope I'll still be wishing
that I will be with you
I'll just have to think it through
I know it will take some time
good things don't come easy
I know it will take some time
yeah I know it will take some time

Soon I'll have to look at you
yeah, before its too late
and believe these feelings are true
could it be fate

I really wish I could open up
and let my feelings free
but I see I'm gonna need some help
it's the only way I can see

It's not fair for you to suffer
because of my stupid problem
but if we were to work together
you'll see we will overcome.

By Tim Burr AKA Fallen Oak on 07/24/0018 or Feb 18, 1991.

Next

It seems some circle has arisen
no promise no butter no margerine
land 'o lakes
cupcakes
the hoopla
I'm burning

It seems some square has been hidden
bidden sinning
heavenly marriage
green crystal baby carriage

it seems another false dawn
but beauty beholden
in that yin and yang
gravy train
calm the pain

it seems it's time to close shop
and start new
some circle is calling
from an ancient hue
some chance

never known
mind blown
its snowin'
busting this lust
last at least
pain is real
but this one hurts

it seems all is well
oil from hell
hey lil' girl
come home

it seems some crazy guy
from pasts up from heaven
is callin'
is chosen
to carry on

it seems some circle has arrived
and sewn and hewn some heart inside
is seems I hear the crickets again
but this one

no matter
to teach unbelief
unrumble shanked and skanked
skunked and punked
the love is real
what I feel

it seems I have no idea
whats headed my way
but damn I know
its gonna be ok
the truth just sits in secret inside
and the hell we endure
there is no cure...