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.