To deal with it, you need something larger than life, running out of time for old money, about time to get some new in print;
What’s cookin this time, sure smells good, looks good too, bold and refreshing isn’t it, yeah this time we added a dash of pepper to the mint;
In God we trust too big a print for the old establishment to make it on any cents;
No timetable large enough for this note, first of the month again time to pay the rent, this note down by law, haters behind the times with their unnecessary foolishness;
There’s a time to live and a time to die;
Keep your seat, relax and take time to taste a piece of our homemade Afro-American apple pie;
It’s about that time for us to represent;
While in face, a time to stay cool, calm, and collected, take the time to sit back and chill, plenty of time to finish, on the other hand, don’t waste time, Run! Time is on the clock, the time is now, run as fast as you can, time to stand up, fist in hand, and your time to be the man,
Did you read the times today? First in the finals, the man sure can run, check the time on the time clock, his time a new world record in the 40 acres and a mule dash, time to keep up the pace;
Time will tell, stop being mislead into believing you are a minority face with another court case;
Time to realize the Power of God is the only majority and let the Love of God be written all over your face;
Share time together and reflect on your thoughts, ponder the time you were checking out that beautiful woman crossing the street and not getting caught;
Time to stand up and speak your mind, come on now, forget about getting even all the time, did it ever cross your mind to find the time to just be kind;
May I have your attention please! Time to toast to a very festive occasion;
Time to parley to an energetic enthusiastic persuasion;
It’s not always about you, time to be a friend, you will always find the time to commit sin;
You know what, sorry I didn’t make the time to give you what you wanted at the exact time in which you needed it;
Hard sometimes to be in time, on time, at all times, maybe, just maybe, it’s time for you to feel how it feels to never have the time, time to concede to your timely contempt;
I know, there is a time to say “yes” and a time for “no”, there will also come a time to just let it go;
OK, time to take her to the club and fill her up with a little bub;
Now is the time to take off your prosthesis and let her see your nub (timeless);
A good time to make love;
Work it out for good health, time paid for time worked, do your thang Bro, you even worked overtime and made a big time deposit, no time for sleep, now reach deep down into your pocket, time to pay;
High times are over, time to go to work, cause she’s late, what you say?
Time to stay outside for 9 months or so and come back to play another day (timeout);
Time to assure that you got her back and everything’s going to be OK;
Find the time to be a loving and caring Father;
Despite the times you just don’t want to be bothered;
There is always time to make time to enjoy life and to have purpose;
A time to fight for your big purse, and it will come a time for you to run up and down the street to holler and curse;
Time after time I ask myself, do I stay clean tonight? Asked myself the same question at the same time last night;
A good time for foolish things to come to an end, soon it will be time for the second coming of the Son;
Timekeeper unable to put more time on the clock, when the game is over, it’s over, who won ?
Time to build your bridge to get from one side to the other, no more time for big time fun;
Time to see the light of day, you look beat, about time to get out of the life of the street;
Time to stand up, the time is now! Time to walk with your head held up high and put all your burdens under your feet;
THIS TIME, THIS PROMISE, YOU MUST ALWAYS KEEP
WHAT TIME IS IT?
TROY BALKUM©
Written 08/28/2009
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
THE GREAT ESCAPE
The humility in my arms raised high towards the sky; I can instantly feel the goodness in my stretch;
Birds are chirping and flying in the breeze with the easiest of ease, a flight with them I dream to catch;
Cumulus clouds floating up high in the distance;
Visually calming, despite the hassles below, men I look up to hopelessly moving around probably on their 9th cloud without much to say, wrapped up in an oppressed ghettoized joint, going up in smoke with a relaxed high, grouped together in a strategic fog to fight against that man’s resistance;
My young open-mind appears to be free after reciting tis of thee, but I really can’t relate to sweet land of liberty, because I don’t know what that means, I can see tops of trees swaying with the key of life resonating between my ears in a low but steady pitch, I can hear the beauty in the sounds of nature’s hiss;
The smell of honey suckle floats through the air and the warmth of the sun’s rays dancing on my face takes me away to the good old days when I’m at play;
I’m far removed from my project existence by taking a short trip into the hazardous bush of trees and shrubs out back of my mother’s third floor coop apartment, I sit all day and say, someone please take me away from this place of chaos and disarray;
I am so fed up of being repeatedly exposed to the numbness of remorseless dumbness, pain sticks to me closely, like the funky armpits of my shadow on a hot and muggy day;
Faintly visible but always present, I fear not the light of day for my companion gives me hope in his silent appearance, besides he lets me know I’m OK, he also tells me when I should run away;
Often, I’m reminded in my escape of a very familiar place where the only image of real is to deal with the insanity of my run through strict codes of silence;
Keep that shit to yourself yo, everybody in the bricks got problems, generations of dysfunctional family traits EXPRESSED THROUGH THE CHILDREN, sturdy limbs of family trees broken a long time ago, you can still smell the stench in the hallways of strange fruit hanging on that man’s dream, and once the body falls to the ground, they just leave it there, they don’t care;
Ain't a damn thing around here fair, therefore; I’m torn in my share, and the only thing they can say, “you need professional help”, and that man can instantly see the seriousness of my problem in the cry of my blank unresponsive stare;
Hold up, wait a minute, you’re buggin, you need to take a trip back to that quiet place, Yeah, maybe you’re right, I can take it there and just like that, I’M BACK! With two hands on my shoulders with my head going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in a cruel violent shake reminding me of the hardships of being raised by a very young, single black woman overshadowed by the darkness of the system with three children to feed and ultimately responsible for in their safety and welfare, CAN I SHARE!
Do you really want me to take you there?
Silence is golden, don’t say a word and there won’t be any trouble, and if you don’t do what I say,
FEEL THE PAIN OF THE SMACK TRAVEL FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK OF YOUR MOUTH!;
Respectful gains obtained through expressions of tough love, and if that doesn’t work,
FEEL THE PAIN OF THE SMACK TRAVEL FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK OF YOUR MOUTH!;
And if I have to repeat myself again,
I’M GOING TO SMACK THE BLACK OFF YOUR FACE AND YOUR ASS IS NEXT!;
I try to make sense out of it all but the more I try the harder I fall, Its simple if you just look up your tree and get out your head, this shit is not complex;
Hard lessons learned at such an early age, what’s up shorty?
Damn man, every time I try to catch that flight with those birds out back my arms get shorter and shorter;
I just want to get out of this box, I just want to get off this block, Hey boy, you look tense, need to learn the ways of the world with a hardened skin, sit out back too long and you should only expect a cold order;
So I put myself out there to learn to read a person’s eyes and expose the true nature of the beast;
America eats it’s young, sing the damn song to expose the lyric, fight the powers that be with your mental, physical, and spirit, slow down the frenzy of their feast;
Mama tried to do the best she could to raise you out of the hood, my road to redemption slowly approaching as I run along the horizon, deliverance in my mind and in sight, but you know what? I’m still runnin, trying to catch that damn flight.
Troy Balkum©
Written 05/23/2009
Birds are chirping and flying in the breeze with the easiest of ease, a flight with them I dream to catch;
Cumulus clouds floating up high in the distance;
Visually calming, despite the hassles below, men I look up to hopelessly moving around probably on their 9th cloud without much to say, wrapped up in an oppressed ghettoized joint, going up in smoke with a relaxed high, grouped together in a strategic fog to fight against that man’s resistance;
My young open-mind appears to be free after reciting tis of thee, but I really can’t relate to sweet land of liberty, because I don’t know what that means, I can see tops of trees swaying with the key of life resonating between my ears in a low but steady pitch, I can hear the beauty in the sounds of nature’s hiss;
The smell of honey suckle floats through the air and the warmth of the sun’s rays dancing on my face takes me away to the good old days when I’m at play;
I’m far removed from my project existence by taking a short trip into the hazardous bush of trees and shrubs out back of my mother’s third floor coop apartment, I sit all day and say, someone please take me away from this place of chaos and disarray;
I am so fed up of being repeatedly exposed to the numbness of remorseless dumbness, pain sticks to me closely, like the funky armpits of my shadow on a hot and muggy day;
Faintly visible but always present, I fear not the light of day for my companion gives me hope in his silent appearance, besides he lets me know I’m OK, he also tells me when I should run away;
Often, I’m reminded in my escape of a very familiar place where the only image of real is to deal with the insanity of my run through strict codes of silence;
Keep that shit to yourself yo, everybody in the bricks got problems, generations of dysfunctional family traits EXPRESSED THROUGH THE CHILDREN, sturdy limbs of family trees broken a long time ago, you can still smell the stench in the hallways of strange fruit hanging on that man’s dream, and once the body falls to the ground, they just leave it there, they don’t care;
Ain't a damn thing around here fair, therefore; I’m torn in my share, and the only thing they can say, “you need professional help”, and that man can instantly see the seriousness of my problem in the cry of my blank unresponsive stare;
Hold up, wait a minute, you’re buggin, you need to take a trip back to that quiet place, Yeah, maybe you’re right, I can take it there and just like that, I’M BACK! With two hands on my shoulders with my head going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in a cruel violent shake reminding me of the hardships of being raised by a very young, single black woman overshadowed by the darkness of the system with three children to feed and ultimately responsible for in their safety and welfare, CAN I SHARE!
Do you really want me to take you there?
Silence is golden, don’t say a word and there won’t be any trouble, and if you don’t do what I say,
FEEL THE PAIN OF THE SMACK TRAVEL FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK OF YOUR MOUTH!;
Respectful gains obtained through expressions of tough love, and if that doesn’t work,
FEEL THE PAIN OF THE SMACK TRAVEL FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK OF YOUR MOUTH!;
And if I have to repeat myself again,
I’M GOING TO SMACK THE BLACK OFF YOUR FACE AND YOUR ASS IS NEXT!;
I try to make sense out of it all but the more I try the harder I fall, Its simple if you just look up your tree and get out your head, this shit is not complex;
Hard lessons learned at such an early age, what’s up shorty?
Damn man, every time I try to catch that flight with those birds out back my arms get shorter and shorter;
I just want to get out of this box, I just want to get off this block, Hey boy, you look tense, need to learn the ways of the world with a hardened skin, sit out back too long and you should only expect a cold order;
So I put myself out there to learn to read a person’s eyes and expose the true nature of the beast;
America eats it’s young, sing the damn song to expose the lyric, fight the powers that be with your mental, physical, and spirit, slow down the frenzy of their feast;
Mama tried to do the best she could to raise you out of the hood, my road to redemption slowly approaching as I run along the horizon, deliverance in my mind and in sight, but you know what? I’m still runnin, trying to catch that damn flight.
Troy Balkum©
Written 05/23/2009
THE PALM OF YOUR HEART
You filled me up with friendship and love;
The kindness within your heart helped change my situation;
Thank you for the goodness of your spirit;
Your love my testimony towards salvation;
Nothing in this life happens by chance;
All is within God's plan;
His Angels carried me through the deep sands;
Sunshine planted in my soul;
The palm of your heart grows within my embrace;
Your affection forever a smile on my face;
Grateful for your open arms and caring spirit;
Always rememering the sweetness of our touch;
Thank you so much
Troy Balkum©
The kindness within your heart helped change my situation;
Thank you for the goodness of your spirit;
Your love my testimony towards salvation;
Nothing in this life happens by chance;
All is within God's plan;
His Angels carried me through the deep sands;
Sunshine planted in my soul;
The palm of your heart grows within my embrace;
Your affection forever a smile on my face;
Grateful for your open arms and caring spirit;
Always rememering the sweetness of our touch;
Thank you so much
Troy Balkum©
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