A Months Time

A Months Time

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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

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

Blind Leap

I am giving you the proof
How low must I stoop
To prove any further that I am here
What must I do?
Should I go back to the future?
Where I see happiness and solidity
Serenity and the key was you and me?
What if time were measures of length?
Take a leap of faith, praise your strength
Now is a time to listen as I admire you openly
In the airwaves, internet, telegrams,
Whether now or tomorrows AM
These words stretched far and wide to reach your ears
If friendship is a destiny, then makeshift a story
Fit it where it needs to be.
Give up never, I AM THE DEFINITION
And they say I am the leader of the free world endeavors
Never fearing to go beyond what is proven to seem impossible
Overcoming obstacles such as time.
Distracting the thing we call fate with rhymes that act as mimes
So that I may act out the actions that will turn diamonds from grime.
Keep flexing your thickened exterior, while your insides soften
I'll be waiting to fill her
Not simply sexually but intellectually binding, emotionally blinding
I still navigate to your heart without GPS
I simply am just residing late to the signal screaming distress
But a guess...would say... even if another came to save the day
I copied the key long ago...when your ready...your heart is where I stay.

Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice aka Taidon

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

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

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.)

Quote Of The Day (4/13/2011)

"It's not always about where your going, but who your going there with." -Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote Of The Day (4/8/2011)

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

Quote Of The Day (4/4/2011)

"The inequities of a man's emotions make clear his true devotions. And she is but a watermark on a masterpiece of art...we call life. Truly divine, to be his wife." -Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote Of The Day (3/26/2011)

"Leaving a relationship without giving reason is like a bleeding wound.  It will never close properly and result in a slow painful death inside."- Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote of the Day (3/25/2011)

"It is vital to remain selfish of your life, or else risk losing the total ability to create your own destiny"-Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote of the day (3/24/2011)

"An argument may be spawned by one person, but it relies on the power of two. The longer you believe you are always right, the more your loved one(s) walk out unconditionally. "-Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote of The Day (3/22/2011)

"A girl desires attention by wearing revealing clothes, thinking what they have will get them a man, but instead attract boys. If you require a man, dress like a young woman. Leave something to obtain a man’s curiosity because if you show it all, theres nothing more to discover." -Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote of the day (3/20/2011)

"Do not call a man a dog if you wish not to be referred to as a bitch, seeing they are your natural companion.” Vice versa of course.-Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

Quote Of The Day: 3/17/2011

"A woman's love is the most fruitful beauties of life itself that shows immeasurable strength, but can also be the pinnacle of her demise through The likes of a man. " -Definition Of Nice (Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.)

How To Love A Black Man

The First thing you must understand
there's no easy way to love a black man
you've got to figure him out
learn what he's about
and know he's someone you can't live without

Then kill him with kindness
shower him with sweetness
but never let him mistake your kindness for weakness

It's hard for him to give himself to you
so be appreciative of the little things he tries to do
let him know he can trust in you
and in return he won’t have to hide things from you

So be supportive
Be his friend, not his foe
When he makes a mistake don't say I told you so

Be understanding not demanding
Let him unwind
he faces a world of rain
so be his sunshine

Don’t get too cozy in the comfort zone
You take him for granted and you'll end up alone
Keep love exciting, Go the extra mile
Keep finding ways to make him smile

Remember to be sexy cause without a doubt
He wants to be proud when he takes you out
Don’t let yourself go, don’t forget about YOU
Love yourself and he will love you too

Don’t smother the man
Let him breathe
The tighter you hold him
The faster he will leave

And when you love him
Love him all the way down
Don’t be afraid to explore him pound for pound

If you don’t give him what he needs to feel
Its guaranteed that someone else will
If you provide for him
He'll provide for you again and again

Be honest
Be patient
and demand respect
and a wonderful black man is what you will get

Show him your pride
Stand by his side
Let God be your guide
and Love will Abide

D.O.N.

Confused No More

Confused…No More

Damn girl where do I start...

Its amazing what words could do

Put us together,

Tear us apart...

Yea… letting go was hard

But I took it strong because that’s me

What I didn’t know what was to come

Was me losing you completely

My feelings are expressions

Just waiting to be expressed..

The poem was to show what it had done

Now its something I fully regret

You have every reason to be mad

I’m stupid for destroying everything we once had

But girl you gotta see it my way to

Telling me so late hurt me the same way he hurt you

It was wrong that I responded angrily

Confused is what I was

My anger left me so I couldn’t see

That you was confused to...but not toward me.

Once I made a promise to you...

That I'd never hurt u...ever

I didn’t win you then, then I broke what I said...

And now I’m losing you in what seems like forever

I don’t know any other ways to say it

All I can do is jus sit

I could just sit here for days

Saying sorry in a million ways

But it's all up to you

If you hate me just that much

I understand somewhat

And I will accept it even if it left me crushed

Late night conversations

Stupid random creations

Tiny stupid arguments which colors the best

And all the rest

I miss that

All I need is a word....something

Jus stop ignoring me like I’m nothing

It kills more than you know

Even though I haven’t apparently let it show

I miss you and want it the way we were

Not asking you to be my girlfriend

To like me or date

At least jus good friends like… before

Words can hurt...

But they say silence kills

I’m confused no more all that is done

And maybe this poem can undo… what is said and done...

I'm sorry ~

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn

Break Up

The worse is reminiscing...

Thinking, mourning of what u missing,

All the hugs and kissing...blissful,

Turned into the devils blessings,

No resting,

The yelling,

Falling but no catching,

The ending....crashing,

Heart has taken 1000 lashings,

Depressing...what a cycle...

When smiles stretch over miles,

When the heart felt it was hopscotching the tiles,

They were hot and your dislikes were mild,

Like a child, laughing, giggling , and magic...

That's what we had and the beauty of it was sad,

Cause the tears drawn now...are bad,

Our feelings were not a fad,

Nor a trend , we begin, again, anew, with no you?

Life lies, and ill never again fly so high...to the sky,

Now to hell, only there I hear you yell, where I’ll b is my Intel, and in time you’ll never tell,

But here ...memories, felt like tender victories,

Like God himself befriended me, inspired my sympathy, grew to be my Achilles...

I unwelcome thee...yet I will never regret she...for the pieces you stole would mean..

I’d have to regret me...


Definition Of Nice
Tyrone Alcorn

Black Rose

They say...a red rose is love, passion, 

Smiles to a saddened face, an initiation of attraction..

But die yet...so quickly, beauty only short lived 

So why do we Chase it like so...

Seemingly putting minimal effort and hoping it'll grow

Dead it becomes...the lack of caring, attention, 

Lit with Sun, yet no water to drink, death to dehydration

Too much water, but no Sun to bath, death to constriction

Black...from death but only a new beginning 

placed to its disposal but its beauty lies in the truest eyes 

To a black rose is the beauty ever so bitterly sweet,

you are the Passion and bliss of love spoiled...

To your death I've deemed u so I am your soil,

only u may blossom from the hardest concrete crack... 

with not a weed insight, sunlight glistens off your petals..

Sleek yet somehow bright.

You...you are beauty, elegance, pain and pleasure, 

love in its rawest form, so u ask y I loved thee? 

You are the absentee, the pinnacle, you...are what we ALL need...black rose, I love you.

Despite sadness that cause your bloom 

From me...I give u life anew.

Through you I see truth..

Much may be gained from pain and happiness lost.

Red roses and violets may short last with lust

But a rose runs black from the rareness of red tears...

And lives, a new flower left to bloom. watch over years

As she will stay fruitful with life, never wither

Through heat, winds and harshest conditions of winter

Never mistaken twice, a green thumb not needed to be tender

To love, water, let shine upon it the brightest rays

For it is well deserved through the natural process of life

Never short lived yet part I must from being together

Again I shall not hurt her, for that might well be murder 

Never ever ....but my black rose lies forever

In a bulletproof glass case, never replaced, nor erased

As my rose in my memories of our beautiful endeavors

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn