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

The Grind

What is Grind?
Grind is the persistence
The insistence to assist
Those who living without
Proves no purpose to existence
So with no doubt we persist
Growing the taskslist to success
Constantly getting knocked out
Soldiers we are balling our fist
Ready to stand and go one more bout
Till what we have is none left
Success...is grind
The grind is not for mines
Bigger than I,  it I for They
For whom I wake each day
They are the why, the focus in my eye
For as long as they need, they shall call we
And we shall commit to the grind...
Those who whine of grind from sun up to sun down.
Do not see the grind is not part time
This is sun up to sun up, and so without a frown
All smiles like a clown
All the while success is on the line
How far will you go?
Will you stay down, or grow?
When life pushes back is when true soldiers show
If talking is what you do
This grind you'll never know
Those who hustle in silence stand true
So which are you?
The Grind.

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.

The Definition Of Nice