Monday, January 25, 2010
THIS THING IN ME
I can tell your love is sweet just by your touch;
Looking at your mouth when you speak, I can almost taste;
Listen, its our song playin;
This love, “so good so right”;
Wishful thinkin with you takin it off playin me close tonight;
Glitter me with the magic of your conversation;
So cute inside your careful use;
You turn me on with your tongue in cheek reservation;
I see what you mean but dissatisfied with the thought;
Let me see if I can take care that so you can feel the way I do;
Like the way you handled that, I saw you, um, you got caught;
Now I understand, there's absolutely no harm that can come to
this thing in me
Damn, I really want to be there for you, but as your man;
I'm drifting over this misty waterfall feeling totally free;
I'm for real
No pretend or play when you walk my way, no more time for shame;
My heart captivated by this thing in me, baby I'm done playin games;
Looks like you need some help with this thing in me;
I'm Feelin you, you're so beautiful, come be with me;
How can I explain the direction I'm takin without sounding like a fool?
Don't trip, move closer to me so we can bus the move;
Never, that's what I said, never gonna let you go;
I'm feelin weak in my knees with a fools ache in my stomach;
My love for you for real, come into my open arms, you're so beautiful;
What I'm feelin, just for you, I love you so much;
Gonna fill you with a love greater than you ever known;
Yes, I'm a fool, but only because it's taken me this long to see;
You're the reason, you're the flame that flickers inside of me;
TAKE MY LOVE
TROY BALKUM©
Written 08/12/2009
THE GAME OF LOVE
Passion metastasized into the freakanomics of emotional imbalance which boils blood hot;
Really don’t feel like playing this game tonight, OK here we go, guess not;
The game of love, carry the cross or hammer the nail, either way it's a must;
Disrespect hiding beneath the vile of desperation which comes fully loaded with the blindfolded visions of blurred focus;
Times are hard woman, can we learn to pray when we feel the pressures all up in our minds woman, lets search for what’s real woman, may we put aside ego trips and understand we must heal woman,
Building castles of sheltered dreams while crossing bridges made of the same sands, diving head first over foggy seas while reflecting on the misty tears of inclement consequence;
Swimming thin through the headache of time, desperately trying to protect the original sketch which somehow lost its way in the direction of good sense;
Falling upon a whispers prayer asking for change of those things troubling us devoid of self, accept the past state of mind with a swimmers ear, let it flow, everything back there must go;
Experience the true beauty of our relationship and together grow?
Trust each others hearts, rely on each other for comfort while dealing with the poisons of fear;
There will be burdens weakening the individual spirit, but if we cross the bridge of faith together, ought of a sudden, glorious, everything now seems so clear
Troy Balkum©
Written 2/11/2009
SKINTIGHT
Gently place your hand to her face and wipe away her tears, put your head to hers and dance away her fears;
Protect her heart, it's available and for rent;
Listen closely, she relies on you mostly, say what you mean and mean what you say and if you don’t know,
ROCK THE NO COMMENT
She holds onto your every word tight and deep into the night, do what's right and for you a very special surprise throughout the night, all of your expectations moments away, she’s so tense, feel her fragile emotion;
Her private zone reserved only for the wholehearted, it’s about to jump off, it’s all up to you, feel the intoxicating effect of her love potion;
Careful, take your time, she’s a delicate work of art, the center of her attraction definitely has your attention;
Her journey long and she’s exhausted in search of true commitment, so don’t play with her feelings, they are for real, no vacancy in her heart for false pretension;
Looking deep into her eyes you don’t see an ounce of compromise, taste her sweet and inviting nectar, the delicate strokes of your painter’s brush intensifies her crush, your artistic expression transforms her from your little exotic novelty into your dearest and most reliable friend;
Passion is her name and strong women is her game to fame, your love for her tighter than tight, so tight you named her skin;
Visualize her scenery so when you communicate with her you see and understand her scenario for everything around her must flow, so if you don’t know act like you know;
Look at you, head all up in the stars, so thankful for being grounded;
Her love for you deep in cupids spot and she knows just how to work that bow to make it hot, each day you are blown away with your heart in a flame;
What’s up tough? You caught looking up and completely dumfounded;
So count your lucky stars because a lot of women out there, “lost in space” and to get where they are you have to travel way too far but not your one and only Hershey kiss, her sweet place of residence, the red hot second planet from your son hot, the planet of beauty and love, VENUS
TROY BALKUM©
Written 06/23/2009
LOVING THE VIEW AT THE TOP OF YOUR HEART
Quickly learned inside the deep rooted feelings of your heart that pain and beauty are constant bed fellows;
Growing weary of the sights in distant shadows welcoming themselves into the bowels of my every word;
Difficult to compose with the quintessence of your heart my weakness that I can no longer curb;
Wipe away my fears, taste the tenderness of my pain so I can reveal the power inside the embodiment of your love;
Feels good inside the marvel of your welling beauty, triumphant at the zenith of your heart as I fly away with wings of a dove;
Unusual is the view with yesterday's eyes bellowing around the city blocks with hot black asphalt and broken glass;
Took me far into the night with spectacular views, no longer looking back at the roads of the past;
Life is really what its suppose to be while feeling your strong womanly winds blowing into my face, right here right now;
Strange seeing my old house inside the depth of your insight, your dawn glows on my face and the pain is disavowed ;
You're the slow burn that feels so nice;
I believe in you, therefore, only natural for me to increase the flame to see more of your heights;
You are the focal point that catches my eye;
Lady clouds with all the softness imaginable, never can say goodbye;
You're the lyric that plays in my head again and again;
You're heart has conquered my day and night,and now, we fly together
as lovers and best friends
Troy Balkum©
1/10/2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
LACEDONIA
The pain secretly disguised as a teardrop of hope as I fall asleep to the soft whispers of my Tyranny;
Please answer the beg of my plea to show that you care;
Please open my heart to trust in the power of prayer;
My gait slow but deliberate throughout the whimsical paradox of its hands clouding my sense of time;
Totally unaware of the inner sanctum located at the end of the hall within the good of my mind;
New birth glides along the lines of truth written into the love of my palms under a Lacedonian sky;
Take a walk with me and please hold my hand, remember you promised never to forsake me or say goodbye;
My eyes rise in the tranquility of peace and harmony inside the calm of your mountainous terrain;
Listening to the true beauty in the dialog between your prevailing wind and the sway of your amber grain;
Face to face with a kaleidoscopic focus within the truth of a recurring dream;
Blown away with a vision of true love arching towards my sights with wings fluttering into the light of Eden’s gleam;
Your warmth speaks to the search of my soul comforting the chiming echoes of my bone;
The promise of your harvest quiets the footprint of my foolish heart, within you, I’m never alone
Troy balkum©
Written 05/14/2008
SIXTEEN CANDLES FOR A BUTTERFLY THAT SINGS
All of them standing tall with flickering flames above them all;
Hurry, hand me a camera before they start to melt and fall;
As I gaze through the lens, I see images of my little butterfly in pigtails and curls, tears of joy start to call;
Oh no, not yet, I didn’t mean to do this so soon;
Look at me starting to cry, looking like a big weeping willow swaying in a rainy monsoon;
Hurry up and wipe them away maybe she didn’t notice;
Nah, I don’t think so, she sees everything, and she probably even knows you were crying when you wrote this;
Ok, it’s alright, loosen up, and let it flow;
My tears of joy will pour down and everyone will just have to know;
Ok, Ok Chelsea please stand still, Now take sixteen deep long breaths, one for each year;
Sixteen candles are a lot, can you get them all in one blow, Awe man, there goes another tear;
Sixteen flickering butterflies flying so free in the sky having fun;
The day you were born will always be the most special and will always be with me my little butterfly, in my heart you will always flutter under the sun;
I remember back in the day when you were a little cocoon in my arms with your little head resting on my chest;
Wanting so desperately to fly away with the others, look dad I can do it, I’ll show you, I can be the very best;
Not yet baby, I exclaimed, soon you will have your chance to take the test;
Look at you now; soaring high, you have grown up so fast;
Sixteen years of a girl molding into young womanhood, daddy’s little butterfly you will not stay, it doesn’t last;
Soon you will be a Monarch flying over your loyal subjects head filled with wisdom and brilliance with bright beautiful colors on each wing;
All the flowers in your kingdom will have a lush glow;
All of them will look up to you as you fly with a jeweled crown in tow;
Flower heads held graciously up high staring proudly at the sky and all will sing;
A most fitting song for a beautiful Monarch, in unison all will sing;
HAIL TO THE QUEEN
TROY BALKUM©
Written 01/16/2007
SWEET HONEY AND PEARL
In deep is my blue luster;
I'm a piece of work in the light;
Soothing you with the sexy in my mind;
Touched my heart with kisses on your sweet divine;
Opened up and gave you my love, so glad you came;
You're beautiful, go ahead and work out your pain;
Sweet honey and pearl;
Squeeze me tight and claim your right;
Sweet honey and pearl;
Really diggin your scented neck, do what you like;
Sweet honey workin it on out, work it baby;
Got me wide open, gonna make you my girl;
You are the best, aint you somthin takin over my world;
Gettin what you deserve for the good of love;
Smilin with every stroke in my rise above;
By my side is sweet honey when I was down;
Smooth is the flow, yeah, you wearin the crown;
Sweet honey and pearl;
This place I wanna be, yeah you got me;
Sweet honey and pearl;
It feels so nice to be with you tonight;
Sweet Honey, Sweet Honey, Sweet Honey
Troy Balkum©
Written 12/10/2009
THE BIRTH OF MY OCEAN
So blessed are we to see the celebration of you again;
I see the illumination of your inner light reflecting from the beautiful treasures deep within;
Another calendar year of your bounty in the wind of your bright star;
Enchanted years of priceless treasures developing into who you really are;
No contingency in your journey, no hidden agendas in your desire to be free;
The evolution of your mind enormous, LOOK, I know you got the “be all you can be”, but I really need to stress the part on what you mean to me;
What senses do I possess to express what I truly feel inside?
You know exactly where I reside and you can see right through the roar of my pride; BUT
Do you feel the force of gravity in the moonlight of my guide?
Can you see the direction of my flow through my low and high tides?
Will you hear the intensity in the navigation of my sail, am I on course?
Will you taste the nourishment in the content of my life-force?
I can smell the sweet essence of your womanhood in every direction;
You are a gift from above filled with beauty since the beginning of your conception;
Overwhelmed in the drift of my journey towards distant shores, nevertheless, I’m without struggle in the consequence of pain;
You always comfort me with your promise of rain and there’s absolutely no shame in your game;
Your natural rhythms resonate loudly in the air without explanation;
I’m floating in the unlimited space of your vastness without syncopation;
I sense your strong emotional currents under the body of my hot vessel;
Directing me towards the aroma of flowered incense with coconut milk, lobster, exotic oils and a hammock to nestle;
I’m never lonely in my journey with you as my friend and companion;
You are the heart of my Ocean and to celebrate your birth will always rein as one of world’s greatest wonders that will forever Champion
Troy Balkum©
Written 04/17/2008
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
Remember that long hot summer night in the little room with
THE DIM BLUE LIGHT;
Remember the cool breeze in the window that felt so nice;
Remember your whisper to me with your mouth filled with ice;
Do you remember you never told me no, not tonight;
We became one inside the haze of that dim blue light;
I remember tasting your fruity tongue and taking tiny bites;
Girl, you were fearless and would fly to any heights;
Goin places only you and me could go, we were high as a kite;
Remember my kisses that started at your head and went downstairs to your toes about ten flights;
I remember pumpin iron and running around blocks so I could
KEEP IT STRONG AND TIGHT;
Can't get no better, especially when we would play fight;
Moved you into position and you would resist with
ALL YOUR MIGHT;
Submission on the floor, is that all you got?
I would look you deep into your eyes and ask,
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
Damn, I love this girl, which I'm sure was apart of your plight;
COME ON BACK TO THE FACTS OF LIFE;
So what you sayin? Never mind, it's only Saturday and
SUNDAY'S COMIN;
So lets cuddle with the grace of the moon holding onto each others love and everything about this night
TROY BALKUM©
Written 04/27/2009
TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF HAPPINESS
A special offering to the spirit of love at a tropical altar engaging in the ultimate gift of human sacrifice;
One love brought closer together from the wilderness of dreams;
Mutual respect and reverence expressed in a sentiment of matrimonial rapture;
Past accomplishments only a modest fraction compared to the naked bounty observed in their eyes;
The vanity inside his foolish heart tamed by the emotional dance of her flamingo seizing the flirt of his persuasion;
The chastity within her bosom a perfect complement to the courage expressed in the contours of his pumped up mane;
Both intertwined within the psyche of their minds, both rejoice within the beautiful expressions sculptured into their bodies, both walk hand in hand within the promise of a spirit greater than themselves;
Miss, you captured the play of his heart which houses the essence of his soul;
Your love, his guiding light which he will protect with his life;
Your delight will move him through all eternity;
Mister, if you should ever run a course of fire in your thirst, she’ll quench your burn with LOVE that will forever be by your side;
Most extraordinary is your love for one another;
May you forever call out each others name in a loving whisper under a reddish glow of romantic moonlight within the promise of your smiles
Troy Balkum©
Written 07/14/2009
WALK MY WAY
Welcome, from my heart you will never escape;
Reflections of your beauty bouncing off the tranquil sunset sky;
I harness all that I can, for your celestial image I can’t deny;
Receiving the wind in a soft monotone whisper your voice clings to the air and ultimately reaching into the echos of my ear;
My perception of your favor sounds like, Shhhh baby don’t worry,
I’m right here;
I give thanks for you being apart of my life and for all you have done;
Hey, did you see that? Oh, its just me carrying on, dancing on rays of sun;
Wow, see how you light up my darkest moments;
Free of any complications, free of any consequence of worldly torments;
I use to sit quietly gazing out of my window dreaming inside an unsteady smile and with the dressings of a poorly woven rope;
Your special gift of love came to me in a humming birds flutter, you lifted my spirit with a rose petal of happiness and onto a ledge of hope;
As I rest and close my eyes, I feel the comfort of your embrace;
Expressions of gratitude, peaceful moments are written all over my face
Troy Balkum©
Written 02/11/2009
OPEN YOUR BLINDS SO YOU CAN SEE
It’s been two days and it feels like an eternity;
I’m wet, cold and my teeth are making loud clicking noises from the chatter;
Why do I obsess over you?
All the things we’ve been through, why should it even matter?
I don’t understand, why I stand out here like a fool? I don’t get it, I’m feeling vulnerable, I'm feeling the pain of loosing you, I’m tired and I know you see me standing out here, and that ain't even cool;
People are walking by and I’m trying so hard not to look so conspicuous;
But deep down, I really don’t care what they think; I’ve been standing out here for two days hours at a time, and yes it’s raining hard and yes it does look ridiculous;
Who are they to criticize?
They don’t know me, and they certainly don’t know the sounds of my cry;
If they only knew the weight I feel standing here in the dark;
They would just walk away and leave me alone, because I can honestly say, I am the owner of a lonely heart;
Please try to find a way to forgive me, for the life of me I just couldn’t see, please give me a sign so that you know I’m standing right here, peak through your blinds so I can find the forgiveness in your eyes;
I’ve had this time to think about the reasons you said, “Goodbye”;
I know, you told me at the very start, not to hurt you and play games with your heart;
I know, your love for me has changed and you want to be apart;
It’s so true, when you take things for granted and throw it away, “you don’t know what you got until it’s gone”, I should have been all in with your love, I should have made my move strong and hard;
But like a fool, played a different game, estranged in a game of cards;
Tried to get lucky using a different deck, sat at a different table expecting different results, what the heck;
Now, I’m standing in the rain with a game over, out of the room position, my face is down and labeled an unwanted discarded joker;
One track minded, thinking only of myself and guided by the feel good senses in the pleasures of poker;
Thought I was sitting high with a ten and had the nerve of a straight face, thought I was the man with hearts in the palm of my hand with my ass on her couch;
I was only playing myself, playing a game against a queen sitting easy with a diamond smile in a full house;
My love for you no game, I must be insane to make such a terrible mistake;
To be without you too difficult to realize,
Sorry, I didn’t hear you, what did you say?
(Sing) “IT’S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, IT’S TOO LATE”
No baby no, this feeling inside me hurts to the core, my heart was crushed the moment you sent me walking out your door;
Why, why, did I ever take a chance in chasing that dead beat hand? I see clearly now, I was looking to release in that feel good sense in me, this thing I must ignore;
This part difficult to see and hard to understand;
Please come back to me so we can start again with a new plan;
I know it’s easier to forgive than it is to forget, and you have the right to a new deal, just wanted you to know, never again will I gamble with your love, open your blinds so you can see me, I’m a different man
Troy Balkum©
Written 04/23/2008
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The Very First Moment I Saw You
You were young and filled with the same captivating energy and wit that you carry around in that elegant but sexy little purse of yours to this day;
I think your smile enslaved me into this intoxicating trance;
I think it’s the width combined with the warmth;
Like an inviting bubble bath inside the fertile crescent of Kush floating through the molecules of air;
My hormones exploded with an inquisitive rush of fever;
The candlelight in your eyes communicated with my heart with the intrigue of an African killer bee moving into the stigma of your head;
The increase in the blood flow instantly moved me into the flame surrounding your ornamental expression;
Who or What is this creature?
This beautiful thing that just suddenly appeared from nowhere now occupies those areas that drive the manhood of my mind wild;
I wasn’t prepared for this type of stimulation;
I was moving about in my day with the routine of my business and just like that, a magician pulls a bouquet from his sleeve;
Standing there looking for the source of this thunderbolt hitting my heart;
I searched for the dialog of a gentleman’s courtesy to tie the favor of this image being sketched before my very eyes;
Where am I? Have I stumbled upon Utopia?
The lines of this beautiful specimen creates a baroque of mysterious style, I just got to taste it!
Who is the artist responsible for creating this image that blossoms before me?
I would love to meet Him one day;
I begin to see the colors form inside her lines;
But just as fast as the image appeared she suddenly became faint and then,
POOF
My vision was gone,
At the same time a Cherubim sitting in the corner began to sing;
This Angel sang sweet melodies of passion igniting my chariot which began to go ablaze as I galloped towards her scented Kush;
And there she lay looking at me with chocolate kisses in her eyes with the body of her nineteen year old innocence;
At the time, I couldn’t appreciate much of her half drawn frame;
I guess the Artist hadn’t completed His masterpiece but I could see the potential;
So, the Billy Dee in me reached out for her hand, I laughed inside at the ingenious of this little woman at work;
She must have planned this every step of the way;
So, I flirted with the display of fireworks shooting my heart and whispered in my Billy Dee voice,
Are You Alright?
There’s that smile again and now I’m close enough to see the lines drawn in caramel on her lips, UMMMMMMMMMMM
I can taste the sweets in the bliss of her treats;
I close my eyes so I can visualize her beautiful smile in my mind, for future use;
I quietly slipped her my number on her way up;
I wonder if I’ll ever see her again;
About a week later the telephone rings, hello, who’s this?
Yeah, you’re the flower that loves to talk just as much as I love to listen
Troy Balkum©