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

Music To My Ears

What is music?
Music is me
Music is you
Music is where?

From drums with a base tone
Or a harmonic saxophone
From a beat to a clap
Oo it’s so much more than that

The first banged rocks
to a leather covered drum
Tins & Cans that tick like a clock
Old countrymen striking guitars in the sun

Black boys crowd the streets of Harlem
Clarinets blowin’, High hats clappin’
Don’t really need words
To the music they tappin’

Move to the left
Now to the right
Rhythmic Vibes
Move your body all night

Uncontrollable movement
Let the melody run through
Fingers, foot, body, then soul
Music is more than sound its spiritual

Shoosh!!
Be Quiet
Silence it all
The clamor and ruckus

Listen to nature when it speaks
The icy wind blows past snowy peaks
Waters form waves crashing to shores
Listen as nature plays, the world is its floor

You are the music in your life
Listen when you speak
And even more
When you write

Annoying sirens
Pedestrians screaming
Traffic is buzzing
You feel a headache reaching

Much rather a smooth jazz tune
Maybe settling rhythm and blues
Music soothes for your body and mind
On this afternoon so fine

No matter what may be
Noise is a factor for you and me
Whichever form it may come
It brings a tone to which can be sung

So you ask what music is
I say speak not and listen
All the noise you hear
whether melodic or unclear...

Is music to my ears

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn