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...

Raft

To intrigue is my lot
would to live be my regret?

Rafting downstream
got poison ivy
got bullied
fell for love too many times.

To make special is my song
would to live be wrong?

The sunsets
and the sunrises
it hurts so good pushing when running
rafting
the bump of the mindless meme
ah
so well
moving on.

To try is my way
to be surprised by the works of my hands in the end
would to live kill?

Mysticism is for Children

I am not mystical I am Real
cannot feel my heart beat?
a pulsation like a cloud
and rhythm no more cheaper
or greater than celestial clusters spinning.

Repulsive force
keeps from penetrating flesh
lord of death
king of flies
buzzing round the roadkill
a final struggle of the squirrel
dead near doorbell.

I am real non-mystical
visions I have are real
stolen forces of cheap
hollow wooden spoons
in my mouth words real.

Sight to be sought
foul rhyming not in style
of ancient verse
round upon the clasp
the talons of the soul
freely spiraling on warm currents rising.

Black put first
shores of sandy seas
planting corn
you will not get beans
gourd out the eyes
the beaver cakes for larvae
spinal leftovers hardened for dread
seed and shake go down
vain land rattle
the serpent has come.

Heel to toe
run company bust and brown
paved for all to see the ease
only one hour where the wild forced to walk
texted to the lord of hosts:
"Earth is too difficult."
only made so
sue for profit
only business.

The mystic shamans are dead
only leftover posers unknowlegded
unrekonized ionized leaching
Li(fe) is dead
shame on you for being real.

Believing the Impossible

What do you seek
burdened down
release from bound?

Fantastic thought
bought in sight of reality
lift your eyes
and you will see
impossibility.

Condemnation voraciously harmed
vengeance can be spoken
and not heard
in nowhere just to get along.

The rings concentric
descend down to dusk
or was it ascend to morning
absent only a few
stars for lust is primal to cause.

The invention that made necessity
have no pity souls will be
rewarded no doubt
on being absolute.

There upon the scientific pinnacle
tears of creatures too far from home
turn the device toward the first prophet
missed through eternity
what wants is being everlasting
no doubt.

And all sucking pleasure for a time
ruined passing machines down the line
and in the face of quantum repetition
little bity bubbles for each written.

A city for home coming to gather
dreams of wrong dogmatic dissention
and love that had rather been base and epiphenomenal.

The Fire Pit (the sleepy flesh)

Empty toxic chlorine
gather the wood
here comes
the dream

Seven and a Dozen
kneeling
feasting
breaking bonds
the ancient art is hidden
and here it comes

Burn
the wood split
from nations
and tongue
come

In place horrid dances
tortured for pleasure
emptied seed
not for cents
but love

handled juggled
razor's edge
wandered to close
events to come

tears
of fallen wishes
and wild freedom
golden rings and diamonds
carnal treason
seasons to come

bed of lies the truth
in eyes men succumb
only for a glimpse of passion
hour upon hour
daylight comes

and families
rotten reaping
starving
satiated
forgotten ownership
queens to come

dreams of bon fires
the seven and the dozen
and the One
come.

This Time (01/02/0038)

A beast is caught
like an insect in amber
before the Whole
in the glassy sea
that echoes back
a voice of a thousand waters cheering.

Tears of Glory

We are coming to the sparkle

we are coming to the crystal

the mighty glassy sea

the unbridled vision

the seven

living.

Enclosed rhythm written

spinning atoms

splitting

unsealing

tied back beginning

talking

singing

thundering injustice

fit of rage declaring

eyes consuming

leading up to conclusion

transformation

unholy delusion

treason

cornerstone

caught during before and after the storm

taught and teaching

encompassing

being

sacred holding

deity

conquering.

Tears of Glory.

ZigZag

Living wisdom
is not pedagogic
or systematic
it is a consuming fire
uncontrolable
eating voraciously
destroying darkness
it is a sword spoken and killing
slashing and murdering
battling separation
healing.

The hour is happening
the image remembering
and when returning
just ask
and secrecy restored
the posse of mockery
hunting and surviving
falling
praying
prophets seeking
living
when that spark ignites
and it's found
bound to will
by love and wisdom and glory
chaotic in truth
false as breathing
life
living.

Reservations (an excerpt)

Gold
yeah gold
I've been digging for gold
until the end of the Holy People

A let me say a word
first come first serve
I reckon

This company's
policy
first come first serve

I knock knock
can you walk upon the land
I am the one on the horse

knock knock
can you walk upon the land
the first come first served

I know the sheriff
I reckon
I wrecking
oh me and mine
I reckon
oh me and mine
got reservations

First come first serve
get out of my way
oh me and mine
I reckon
we got reservations

have you ever heard of Shazam
how 'bout Superman
one is genetic
one is magic

I reckon I was first in line
I want my money back
oh Uncle
I'm dissappointed with this product

I'll reckon
I got reservations.

Old Scratch

the unwanted hair

at the bottom of the screen

as the credits roll

and they file out to go home

barley seen.

Own Right Hand

I beg don't leave me
men and women
because then I would have to be
in the presence of angels


I beg don't leave me angels
good and evil
because then I would be left with . . .


who would hear if not human ears my prayer?
are you sitting up front?
I beg don't leave me here
to talk to . . . 


if not in the tongues of angels
and they had left
who would listen to my prayer?


Men and Women I plead don't leave
for then angels would take your place
good and evil spiritual beings
my nephesh cherubs
don't leave me
you are my source of strength
for who would say
that was a mighty prayer and speech
if you were to leave?


Where is this treasure
of secret things
in relation to others
who praise mighty men
on appearances
I'm just flesh
don't leave me in the presence of . . .


The Redeemer.

Bomb the City

This architecture
is emotional
finding joy in that
love
anger
hatred
jealousy
no sympathy for the makers of maps with borders

This architecture
is written with
memetical accompaniment
writhed in secret center
like a serpent through time
leviathan of the deep sea
like a worm in the apple
of atomic seed
wall fallen like descension little time left pissed

Gates of the graveyard no consideration
to time left unmoved
just as the gates of the city
where in flesh dust
molten harden keeps them open
seeing no sun or moon
in darkness they dwell
'till lightening and thunder
a simple key to carboniferous sealed under the sea
gushing

Peace and safety
they sayin' no disaster
smile for the camera
cause inside your weeping for lost history
that city will be killed
by lions teeth
harming nothing green
golden fleece seen
homecoming
bearded trees
herding
warring hypocricy
but not the kind worthy of sacred impudence
because that sees divinity
in harsh inherited inequality
of hand me down architectural boombasticy.