A Months Time

A Months Time

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A Months Time Audio

I wondered what your excuse would be...
It's been at least a month since you've talked to me
Not a single text , no phone calls , emails, visits, Facebook or Skype calls
Which for a woman who just proclaimed her love proves quite odd
I refuse to break this eery silence once again in order to save "us"
Us...whatever that is...
This situationship is more work than the slightly more committed thing we seem to avoid..
Sometimes I feel we are both guilty of treating these things called hearts as playful little toys
Anyways...
I as always...reached to you week 2, with a simple text
It read "2 weeks huh"....
Feeling dumb , with no reply I called that evening which you would say you'd call back
I waited for that...do you know I wait for no one, that I'm long passed chasing for the fun?
I'm sure you know I'd rather play that Russian game with the gun...Oo yea.. roulette
Week 3 came and foolishly I visit
At work none the less
Where you live, where you stay, where you stress...
So when I enter seeing your beauty, I suddenly have nothing to say...
So what comes out is "hey"
As you ask me what's up I snap back instantly!
What the hell is going on!?, are you ignoring me !? Is this over, are you done??
Because if so ...I'd just like to know
I'd like to know how is it you say first I love you but clearly it is I who shows
You tell me no, "I've been busy, and working"
And everything in me immediately says "that's ALL you have to say!? "
My anger and pain says "Fuck you!"
In my head of course
What really came out was, "ok"
"You can call me when you're free"...
I constantly keep running and running fast
To chase your ass, texting you first, calling you first, finding you first!
Ignoring the thirst until finally my brain and my heart coincide to say At last! You get it...
You questioned my ability to love you properly
Yet you not once chased me and could not once compromise.
I never asked for much, just effort
Effort even through my early lies
Since it didn't lead to our demise
I vowed to fight through your steal pride
The same pride that denies me
The same pride that loses me
Finding love in you, was easy
Easy enough for me to consistently think of you
Each and every day
Thinking would I see you today, would you let me have my way
I love it because I knew it was no.
It was easy enough to call you midday Monday through Friday in the middle of my work day, just to converse for few minutes.
Happiness was easy because your voice did it.
Easy enough to send good morning text or hey, hellos, every couple days in the inconsistent distance that followed our sexual encounters
The complications of this situationship
And in just over a year all the shit we've been through
Somehow through many, down to a few, then simply it became JUST you...
So interestingly enough through juggling a business, 2 jobs, fucked up family dilemmas,  unnecessary drama, life, I tripped into your arms and fell in your love trap
I GUESS you were just too fucking "busy"...to love back.

By: Taidon Speaks

TruthBeTuesdays #1 (Her Words)

#TruthBeTuesdays

Her word play stays on my brain bout as permanent as my name, that twist you feel in your chest as your deepest pain...that’s how she grips my chest. How I let you free to roam amongst the rest... my test...move forward knowing he stole the best. I’m saying I thought about you today, and yesterday, when I wake and when I lay...shit you still got it babe.  My inspiration into these stanzas that used to coincide with your rhymes and remedy, way back with you and me our poems served as the worlds interrogation. Regulations to the drama, you were daughter to my mama and beyond all my right hand, my Bonnie, my partner.  But just reflections...photographs...and now that it’s free back to my protection, They say the color for coward is yellow...man you know I hate yellow, but it was yellow how I just went and let go...so...hello...just in case you see it...hello....hello...

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Taidon aka Definition Of Nice

Untitled

Are you lost in love, or drowning in lust? Is it better to renew what's decaying, or live with the rust? Time is not infinite, are we wasting it? Because I heard the homeless guy tell me be aware! Jesus is near ! He reads from the last book, do you hear!? Well...I mean he made sense...and yet...I question what life would be like on the other side of the fence...damn! We aren't listening! We question which is brighter, when does it matter if all is cast to fire!? That's logic...so to live...or to wonder? When the sky cracks with thunder, where is it you hide under? Whom is your 'other' ? And please I pray you don't stand in this wrath with Rihannas umbrella...hmph...that'll take a minute....but while that soaks in, let's swim back to the surface. To start is to finish, and love can never diminish, it is not meant for the squeamish, it will light up your world and sicken you to the core. Damn! This lust though, it...decays, it will eventually wither in rain, it canNOT withstand the pain, and the latter alternative it is false but tasteful...to time, it is wasteful, so I believe I am mistaken, we must find where our hearts where taken, and forecast a rains to cleanse and binge rays of sunshine. Drunk with love. Where questions are not needed, our future is seeded, and faith is trust...So as grow weary I ask to the contrary...Are you lost in lust? Or drowning in love?

Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice

Who Is She?

I miss you baby, my sweet Sadie, you've been all around the world.
You've been one bad girl, sweet though, with that deceitful smile.
All the while, I have been loyal to your cause.
With your actions I've lost, and others gained.
Hard to be mad since you've turned me from a lame, onto a relationship with destiny. 
Yet fucking my enemies, skillfully keeping me blind. 
Your skeletons I'm not meant to find, but the truth I have derived.
From there, I had to expose.
To every man and every girl, given a side you never chose.
I turned my experience to lessons, so many say I'm a blessing.
But you...I still fucking love you.
This love hate, irrate, beloved, twisted cycle.
I'd call you crazy, but then you'd be the universal psycho.
Why can I never just get the best without the worst!?
I guess since birth we are told there must be balance.
The challenge is change. And change is constant.
Should have listened to the warnings from my mama.
A bitch you are but I miss you Karma.

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Taidon aka Definition Of Nice

Adams Apple

A good man isn't a perfect one, a good man is an honest man, a good man will know no boundaries to bettering himself, a good man is selfless, not selfish, and understanding. A good man is not demanding, in fact a good man is your servant, to your mind, body and soul. A good man will see your pain and give you HIS heart to hold. A good man isn't a perfect one...he may move from servant to serpent, sneaking in the shadows and leaving venom coursing through veins...you now curse his name. However a good man is not fatal, and do you hate? No but hurt ? Yes! As the stress on your heart build as love digress,  what is your focus? Will it be the good man's worst, or the good man's best. Will you accept your extended memories  with a servant or your short woes with a serpent? A good man knows time spent, he knows days your back bent in cause of him, he knows scratches from going to the edge of tree limbs, for him, he knows the tears cried in happiness and in pain from him, because a Good man may be a woe but never a foe. A good man remains to massage out the pains, to dry the tears , to bring sunshine out from rain, he has done wrong, but fights to reclaim. A bad man is ONLY a serpent, A serpent with a home. A bad man cannot be domesticated, and as you cry your tears nightly he will not waver but feel liberated. Keeping you down is the mission, a bad man is not concerned with you living, nor being forgiven.  You may die from the bite a 1000 times, empty apologies and repetitive lines. See a bad man never grows, he simply rewinds. But a good man is not fatal, just a thought. As you try to teach a serpent domesticated ways, and so quickly end the servants stay. Let me insert these words if I may. A good man...isn't a perfect one..

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice

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

Thoughts of The Neptunian

I am not a Martian, I hail from Neptune as they say. To the contrary however I am as warm as sunlight running the sides of this planet we call Earth. Females seek my warmth, miles away, yearning to be comforted by a body of familiarity. How is it I am much further and distant, but you relate? How is it you yourself are so cold? Is it because females hail from the heat driven planet of Venus, stranded...on this rock we cal Earth. They are chilled and misunderstood from the male domination running ice trails, from Mars. This rock is warmth so they adapt and made for each other these species are. What sets me apart...being from much colder depths, analyzing this ‘alien’ species they call humans...and in deeper depths what they call ‘female’. Emotional creatures they are...seeking my adaption of warmth, companionship, my understanding of them and taking advantage of the intent to learn more, to listen to every cipher of sound that is muddled from their mouths. Using my ‘foreign’ abilities to build dams across their eyes to eradicate the meaning of cry. With reflexes faster than light catching each every drop of love and care that drips from their lips? Where I am from we waste nothing, so why should this treasure...be any different. Using my super hearing to hear the calls for help within, without her needing to say a word...is this what they conflict with being near me. Do I scare you...or do I simply reflect what you are missing...Segregation or alienation of my presence is inevitable...Maybe you are simply alien...to your needs. I can be blinded and still see.

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jt.
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

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.

Destiny

Her love for poetry is emotional
The arts are simply her story untold
If these words creep into the depth of her soul
Who am I to know?
She would never let it show,
In life's reality she is an enigma
Like myself I see her persona as a stigma
In a world cold with judgements
Her uniqueness is a social annulment
It is the words she will come to grow with
The picture will bless her with a kiss
And in ignorant bliss
Be the depth she falls in love with...
The Arts are simply her story untold
Her love for poetry is exceptional
More than any addiction defined by medical
These passions lie dormant
Waiting for words spoken
Deeply awoken,
By a sculpture she will come to make love to
Stanzas she will marry to,
And play cool with rhyme schemes she can finally listen to
The arts ...are her story waiting to unfold
And her love for poetry...will be her destiny.

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.

Definition Of Nice

The Lost One

For you...thoughts flourished
Unstoppable emotions runaway through my heart
From start...I was guarded in the neighborhood of love
While you were lost like a tourist
I guide you...as we walked through
Exciting by the sites, so we ran through
We blew through that so we sailed the big blue
That's wen things grew...
Closer and closer, but suddenly apart?
The map was set, our oasis marked
But couldn't hold on, how'd it get so weak?

Up and couldn't sleep...
Mind wanders uncontrollably,
It wonders what if?
But I could never let that ponder me.
Cause when there was We, it was like bliss, Till we dropped our map and we got lost quick.
I feel sick...never thought you could do this. We out to sea in these rough waters,
Hit a bad wave and you jump ship?
Life jacket strapped on floating away,
I reached but you didn't wanna be saved... So I braced for it,
Took the plunge alone and braved it.
But Where'd you go?
I'll never know,
The storm cleared and the waters calm...
So I sail on...slow,
To try and hear a call,
But I know my baby's gone...

Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice

I Like ___You

Picture sampled from Deliver Us From Eva, partial inspiration.

To say I like you....well...that would be quite childish...so I give you this..

Because we are grown and I'd rather be quite bold, 

But not feed you bs one liners that quickly get old,
Just to lure you to my humble abode.

I'm trying to obtain the key to the know.
You know... that gesture a woman is rightfully owed?
Countless conversations on a date where we dish out diverse information,
Followed by a night where we flex our vast imaginations....
Letting them loose into a starless city sky
Open your eyes, to Pure relaxation.

My mother you are not, so ma is not your name,
A man, no kids and you? a woman,  so who is baby girl? Shame.
Sorry sweetie but those are nicknames are from lames and I won't say I'm different.....

But I'll show you I'm not the same.

It's too early now, but I'd like to take time and properly nickname you 'my world'
But till then I'd like to officially ask you to be 'my girl'
So I may at least dive into ' your world' and explore your greater sights.
Walk you through your darkness and bring you into the light.

Together....I'm just saying we'd achieve greater heights,
Towering above flights and unlike them, never achieve plight.
Maybe a few fights, nothings perfect... 

But whats a sunny day without a few rainy nights?
This may be a spark but a fire I wish to ignite.

So to say I like you.....well.....childish it might be,
But I place this between the like and the you,
And hope that you like me.

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr
Definition Of Nice

The Wall

As you close your eyes...
And feel...the warm ...embrace of two large hands...
Pull you close...tightly...strongly
From your waist...moving you. .to a wall...no dance
Feeling the heat...transfer...down your body
As the very essence of his voice...
Drives your hands...with his...down your inner thigh
From your chest...to your spot...you tingle...so sensative
When the tender...yet light... touch of his lips
Destroy your sense of thought...replaced...with...heaven
The sensation. ..so invigorating,intoxicating! ...exhilarating...
Your body...now his...as he caress where u curve...
And he renders your nerves... cause see when he licks...
You swerve...
Bare...mid winter...but your body...August
As you are pressed to this wall...so he is...as his hands
Lie..upon ur breast...lips...upon ur neck...and body...with yours
Your hips...on rotation...while it is now his turn...to follow suit...
He surrenders...his hands to yours...as the both relinquished upon..the wall
Harder...you press...faster he will drive...
You conduct...yet...he plays...stronger as you grow...higher
There...the strength from his arms...will grab...
You...in the moments...when you..have found..heaven
Ecstasy...lying between man...and...the wall


Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice

Dark Chocolate

My black beauty
Dark chocolate truffle I call her
Filling unknown.
Your truancy is my falter and I ..
Could never diet when we are alone.


See you...you are a skaters rink
The fat boys cake
The alcoholics drink
And the antonym of fake...
I'm inclined to think our encounter was fate.


Staring you down, but respecting your temple
Our engagement is strictly mental
And you...enlarge my lymph nodes
Sick I am with over indulgence of your black tones.


Sweet I say.
Craving to have a taste if I may.


Strawberries, oranges, grapes, divine fruits
On their ripest day, couldn't taste as sweet as you
Between the largest palm trees
The breeze couldn't blow cooler than you


And you...


Take me to new heights
Higher than the stars on cloudless nights
Grasping my heart with divine might!


Body of a goddess, I see no blasphemy
While infatuated with you, you lust for me
Lips dripping with curiosity
The integrity of a man you long seek
So for me? You wish to see


I aim to be everything you dream in your sleep
And when you wake, much more
I might not be what you need
But I AM what you been looking for


Sign me up for the season
I'm not just playing for the score
But I go hard and give plenty reason
Like a biggest fan to scream more, more!


This is just my foresight
Premonitions from a fantasy
If only I may try
I'd pay by giving all of me.


Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice

Thanks For Giving

The homeless asking you to spare All year
As you say no with petty lies
And they stare in despair from where they lie
Thanks for giving

Listen in the wind and hear baby cries
As all around the globe children die
Hunger, starvation when you were too lazy for a can drive
Thanks for giving

Government for the land of the free, so proud to be
As your millions eat with no heat
And those who eat luckier than the many drowning in poverty
Thanks for giving

Fighting a war with no cause
Because officials greed without the thought of a child's need
The clause? Fatherless children, and holidays spent to grieve
Thanks for giving

The girl you seen always picked on
When you looked on, with the power to stop
Stop the hate, doing what's right, instead she found a knife
Thanks for giving

The younger sibling that begged to be around you
You called a nag and told to shoo
Finding the wrong crowd, wandering the streets with nothing to do
Thanks for giving

We take and take all year round
Constantly doing what is only in progression for you
If only you knew what comes with holiday, the truth
Thanksgiving...

Instead of finding reasons for thanks
Be the reason others are blessed
You are rewarded most when thinking of 'the rest'
Thanks for giving

Whatever your contribution
Be the reason
Time,hope, money, motivation
In ALL seasons...
Let someone say...Thanks for giving

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice

Checkers And Chess

There was me...and you, truth be told you played fool to a game well known. 

Checker player double jumping a chess board in which I owned. 

Too sophisticated for those quick feelings. 

So I strategically move knight to corner you. My queen. 

While the checkmate is imminent, the distraction is laid. 

Stolen your heart I have and King Me I say. 

Or let it end swift over knight, the queen will lay. 

Either way I will be left standing in proclamation 'the best'. 

For I will not lose my dignity, 

But love...just one big game...Checkers and Chess.

By: Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Update 7/19/2011

UPDATE

I had no idea of the amount of views and visits people make to my blog.  I love to write and share my passion and I realized I have been away for awhile.  I am re-focused and back to writing like I should.  I truly appreciate those who have continued to check and sent me messages regarding my writing.  I promise not to disappoint.  :) Thank you all.

Definition Of Nice 

Quote Of The Day (4/8/2011)

"She is the sunshine of my life, even through the storm." -Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

No Tears

You left me
Alone.
With no guide to steer
You left.
My life stayed in parked
No force strong enough to put it in gear
No return.
Your candlelight has blown out
So why does my heart burn
Your memories hold heavy like lead
But I have no tears to shed

Much you said in a lifetime
Twice you’ve felt
But time has reduced you to half
Because of your numbness we share no laughs
No words
Speak not cause I can hear you
Though I never heard since a kid
The words "I love you" I beg to hear again
Though I never will
Too late, no time, no warning, too ill
I accept your dead
But I have no tears to shed.


*Dedicated*


Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Black Mother Of The Earth

So stood strong the black mother of the earth
Heart slumped from the heavy rains
Through the floods of deep pain does she remain...
Feeding wisdom to delinquent boys running loose
Yet paused abruptly they were by her firm hand and deep truths
These will not be their roots, 
As she laid her seeds and face dirty palms sweaty from the gardening of trees
Green in nature as beautiful as God intended to be
Raising delinquency into obsequious men she did
In societies rays of hate, and dissipating ways
Yes she would give her last breath to the protection of her kid
Her tree, this garden...filled with weeds.
Hands and knees will she pull from the ground
For as long as God willing she will be the last woman standing
For when all else falls down.
So stood the black mother of the Earth..
This is your turf and we lie guest to it
You have made me and I attest to this..
You are the beauty beyond the sun itself
And your dedication may remain stealth
But your heart beats ever so loudly
The beat of the Earth...lies in your chest
As you take each breath...ever so deep
The world spins unknowing, when it should be kissing your feet.


Definition Of Nice
Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.