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.

Get Off that Rocking Horse and Come to Dinner!

Come along with me
woe, woe, woe
this horse is not stopping
squeaking back and forth
metal springs amplify
this boy is angry
and life is short
he screams on his lungs top
all this is fun
Come along with me
this land is done
woe, woe, woe
this horse ain't stoppin'
I think it's my daiedy

oops, did I spill that wrong
out like blood the guts of ancient history
so many beauitful flowers
Come

my love you have chosen fantasy
don't make me pull rank
reaping what I've sown
he did it it wasn't little old me
blame the angel
on horse with sickle screaming
what you see is a mock up
dribbled down through history
importance placed on his return
theivery

whoops breath the smog
catch the fire
bullets for my degree
stress this enough
all is for fun
I have destroyed dreams
and cities and worlds
beyond what these men
try to accomplish
come

squeaking like a boulder of rhythm
pulsing to penetrate
to implant love
don't make me pull rank
I am angry
woe, woe, woe
this horse is not stopping
is right hand sitting
actively storing treasures
beyond human measuring
and belly laughter
when ashes to ashes
and kings have seen
the hallway trodden down
a mere child making mighty men fall before his feet
dread
my love you have chosen fantasy
and made me me
wonder all you can
your worlds are vainity
this is the judgment
now live to eternity
torture us now if you can
this rocking horse
are you a fan?

The desolation of reality
but given glory beyond humanity
the spark coming round
before as he concieved
poke your head out
don't drown in the sea
keep your balance mighty men
whoops
laughter
die in harm again and again
you are coming with me
for look behold
I live again
and children I am ANGRY.

Plea Bargain

She falls in her knees
and weeps for her equality
sayin':
"I had not asked for this-
take it away from me."

And wisdom reply:
"This is the gift I had given
it cannot be refused
for it is sodden
solid and hewn from diamond."

And she begs for mercy
still and this knowledge to be forgotten
and her master had said things
that don't sit well with her
bitter in her stomach
so sweet on his lips.

Stand in equality
for he battles with you
and you cannot weaken him
for in a place hard to reach he sits
and you know his name
kiss the son
his anger flares.

His jealousy is like a thousand stars exploding
and his voice washes away hundres of thousands of armies
and their false imaginings against him
solid he is and in compromising him
he falls back to positions
that wipe out even the perfect one
for he is judge
and can endure all things
he is good.

So she begs
in fantasy singing
imagining he lost his battle
but in that place
the torment rises
in joyous knowledge never to be surpassed
begging for grace already attained
and continuoslty she hears a voice say
"come with me
for for eternity already have you been."

The Secret Story of Branded Identity

Tell me once again the story
please reiterate who I am
refrain from restraint
give due to what is glory

crawl upon these rocks
join the chorus
of these dead unconscious machines
perpetuating imperfection
and filth
see smoothness out in time
robot

start near silence
then crescendo
and melt existence
clean to ash
screaming during a feverish
broken water running
carving out the side of mountain
tell me the story once

idealy does a man
only see his father once?

All these final days
of this offspring's life
tell me the story
reiterate and rebuild
around the untouchable center
once more tell me
who I am.

Mythical Agenda

Myth mathematically sound
misdirections
worm hole bound
all which lies
to choose to think
to be false dawns
death hugging me

all seen
intelligence quotient
black and white history
darkness treatise
all for a buck
carcass rotting pure
stinking to high heaven
cliche

A bone to pick
in feathered headress
falsity and agenda list
all what is wrong I believe
burnt to hell
cast down
stolen the grace
for birthright and breath
choice

Science cold long and hard
cock fight thick and hot
breath urinate smear feces on face
this is my land

All wrong
myths for forgotten life
one by one
individual
proven to be what it wills
who will go
who will see
none of you before me

Cursed politics
calendars by blood and sweat
toil proven wrong
proven

this belief has stood
and nothing does break
for all is wrong in its sight
in its singleness
it is right

vindication when proof of impossible
hate believes nothing
and love
for each one lives life
to do whats been done
trimmings and glitter
all wrong
meal feast
belief fast held
only one horse
spirals around that which kills time and space
born in carcass
raised indefinite
One Life.

Here The First is the Latest

and last is The First

The Most Stubborn

You are the most stubborn of the lot.
Flawless you are a witness to flawlessness.
Here is where the gates stand.
Have no regret because this is what you've seen.
If you seek a vision through all time
you will be brought to me and there will be a translator.
Because in all of time and all of space
it's all the same and
I am the most stubborn of the lot!

Badumbum Cave

Vibes from a tortured Earth
speak to a tormeted soul
on the water from Badumbum Cave.

As if a therapist
this voice exists
it is errorless
in its innocence
and in its truth
it knows it's limits.

Sounds of impetus
pushing for her promised land
and children out of hand
not giving a damn
just rewards.

Under rugs
bribes and payoffs
rainbows
old flowers.

I will respond to Badumbum Cave
and on that day
it will listen as attentively
and as lovingly as one dying saying:
"I have secretly admired you all these years
I wish I had made choices you have
now I die."
I will say:
"Good Buy!"