True Verse

Too bad you weren't here to see

Too bad you weren't there to hear

The stanzas recited from my mouth to a overfilled crowd

Were the words of truth gliding across the room

Freed from its tomb within,

To reiterate I am unsure where to begin...

Should I start where I recognized your ambition

How it turned all 1000 gears in my body like a key in the ignition

Can I start my story where I reunited with the missing piece

Of me...where we completed a perfect scene

After unknown gaps of time, we linked old yesterdays with new tomorrows

Spilling rhymes together that collaborated into a vision.

Too bad life is an intervention

Too bad you felt I never paid attention

The stanzas flowing from my brain were hard to swim in

A room that tried to hear them suddenly became muddled

Only you would understand,

Truth is you filled the piece to see my inner Man.

Amazed at how much dedication given by you

How much evolution of my gifts forced by you

You are truth

I could easily start the story in midst of my denial

Your love vs. The state of my Emotions

I stand trial

Crime committed: Neglection

Failure to acknowledge the detection of loneliness

Failure to make progress in watering our seed

So instead of blossoming we digress

Alone you bleed from the same love that let you undress

Became your stress...

Too bad I didn't let you know earlier

Too bad I wasn't there so you could be when it mattered

Because the stanzas spilling from my lips were gold

The dreams of possibilities of growing old...together

Scary thoughts of the million word story I can tell with four letters

I guess I’ll start my story when you are ready to hear

The truth that I know you inside first, and outside bare

I see the pain I left that another mends

But don’t you dare speak the words ‘I don’t care’

If I lose the trial against your love then eternity I still have to try again

And again and again till you accept my appeal

Friends forever was predetermined

Since 6 when eyes met and God pressed begin

And again...at the beginning of new life we proved this real

Your heart is not mines to steal, but still I would like to openly say to you

I love you...not you, but You. 

The tears falling inside because pride does not permit

The smiles to self humor you find in people living life what they think to themselves

The happiness you gain with the discovery of a new dish

The food creations you formulate form your shelves

The satisfaction and sexiness you get when you talk that ish...

Then proceeding to prove, secretly hoping to be challenged and overpowered

Your care and flaunting of your body, outshining any diamond

Who knew playing with those dandelions would grow you to a beautiful flower

Too bad you do not know this,

Too bad I opened a wound

Too bad he is there to fix it.

The stanzas I just wrote were just a reflection of my dues.

Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.

Definition Of Nice

Flow

I feel...so I write...in fact I vibe

To the strings of my emotions

Intact with the rhythmic motions

I call it my poetic ocean

Ironic I broke with a girl resembling Ms. Ambrosius

Only to become lost with a love I came to loathe

Maybe Natalie Stewart can help, is she who I should seek?

I befriended her clone and again broke... when with her I should be

How I see, I have lost my flow, and the shade from my tree

How can the poetic be floetic when I have broke my personal Floetry?

The mistakes lie in the past, where the truth isn't, and apology is the absentee

Is Ms. Badu’s words true? Because I believe it’s she who should call me

Amazing what we come to unwind in time

About who we are, who we grow into, the motivations and inspirations

My dedication to these assembly of rhymes is for you

And you...and you...and yes you,

For the many I have parted and the few who hold a piece

A piece of the heart that bleeds with the emotion

The potion is your tears, and mines

The lessons we learned, that have become my light

I feel...so I write...In fact I vibe

With life

Everything and where we are is for a reason they say...

So apart is where we should stay

Right?

Tyrone Alcorn Jr.

Definition Of Nice

X's And O's (Part 1 Free Write)

So many times I brought roses, 

In support of girls who I gave my heart to hold. 

Foolish to send the emails that broke my feelings into rhythmic detail. 

Mr. warm body now an interlude to a cold day in hell, there’s a reason hearts yell... but mouths never tell. 

Toast to the One who made me believe, and two times for the eX who found me. Third is a charm, so when you take my arm it is with the power of God we brave these storms. 

It is with his grace we enjoy the sunshine, dance in the rain, and in vein scream each other’s names with smiles so benign. 

You see, it should have been She... 

but She closed the blinds on my world, I could not see, blinded, 

Till you guided me with your heartbeat...crossed the bridge, and gave me reason to see. Baby...I will not release the words that has so long cursed me...but I will in every way say 

143.

Man-less Fathers

In 2013, I feel shame that my sisters straight attracted to a brother because at nearly 23 I am kid-free...
As in it comes at no shock I keep it old school, I am no fool.  
I keeps it tight hat on straight all night. With a business plan and a limitless ambition I am a black male on a mission.  
M.O.B! and no disrespect to the ladies, but the phrase is in reference to the realization that I’m working like a dog. Obedient to my goals and keeping One man as owner, God, my best friend.  
Fresh as my wingman and never less than perfect with the set up...Fed up these ladies are with the same, till I give them my usual name, and conversations that spark their brain, and give the heart a change.  
You want to feel me, but afraid of another, fear that I’ll be every other brother.  Giving out a taste of young wisdom in poetic terms, metaphors skim light like the epiderm...is it fair that you ask to stroke my ego as my equal, when I’d rather stroke your mind till your lips queef...words of disbelief...
In the recognition of your lonesome, you want me wholesome.  
In a high tone you scream you want to hold my life seed and I took heed to my mamas word.  These females leave you stuck like mud. Beauty is a blinder and lust is like opium in bud.  
Ironically I don’t do drugs, and though my hands dirty I stay fresh as a stud.  
It is not my due blessing to get caught in that cycle, Never blinded by the beautiful psychos, a good shot at life so never misfiring the rifle.  
It seems I'm trying to teach, they yell preach! but why bother? 
In a lesson so many have forgotten, 
[I need to become a Man before I ever become a father.] 

Ty The DON.

Quote Of The Day (4/1/2011)

"Two Boulders in a lake are worth more than 1000 pebbles in the sea."-Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)