THE GAME OF LOVE

Love is Love, Hate is Hate, stop, can’t get with this love-hate relationship;
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