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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.)

One Task Too Hard

Wow why me I ask!?

To complete such an incredible task

You've lead me on a incredible path

But one so deep as if I were drowning in a bath

Why would you give me 

A task with many variables

One questioning who I am to be

But is jus a long hard parable

Feels like I've been stabbed with a knife

Because your task is filled with such pain and strife

Hurting me deeply with each blow u throw

Jus how much can i take it or go?

You want me to be the best I can be

Yet you send so many obstacles and hatred to stop me

I feel you want me to be happy and have enjoyment

But for 10 seconds of happiness, I gain plenty of disappointment

You sure this task is for me?

Because the words 'I give up' I decree

But I've come way too far to let go now

To fulfill this task, I must first pick my courage off the ground

What task can be so hard you may ask?

A task we must all carry out through good and bad

Some take it fully, some have trouble, some gave up without a fight

But one thing you count on, we all have the task of living our life


Definition Of Nice
Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.

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

Black Is Not Me

Those who are ignorant to the fact
What is Black?
A color by nature
Race by force
Thereby creating force of nature
Black is a movement
A scary thought
Unmethodical change with no light
Yet you call me it?
As if it were a thing
Shadow of a doubt
Generalizing one class
But no--not  all
Or all but one
Me
Call me as you see
Brown skinned, African American
But just Black I will not be


Definition Of Nice
Tyrone Alcorn

A Cry To The Lord

I have to know
Just HAVE to know
Why must it be I
Why!?

You test me day in day out
I try so hard to figure what it’s about
I have nothing but hatrid and lies
Surround me like nagging black flies

The constant misdemeanor
Give me a sign cause Im eager
To see a glimpse of light
In my long path of darkness

Nothing goes right
NOTHING
You set things so distinctly in my way
So I may fall, although I pray and pray

Now I pray
But what am I to say
At times it would be proper to say I hate you...
But never would I say a lie so untrue

It hurts though
So bad,
More than sad
So tired
Fighting through this burrow

I feel I will never get to the end
The light
I want to arrive to its calling
But confused to where I begin

I begin to correct
But yet you misdirect
Or are you?
Maybe I really am a fool

Someone who fights to achieve
Personalized by his distinct gifts
In a world filled with the ordinary
OO if only my life were so easy

You gave me life
Birth into a carnivorous world
Built me to be a lion
But gave the heart of bird

Why do you let it hurt like so
Your plan seem so bold
Am I a mistake making right
Or the right to a wrong path

The family
Brothers, Sisters
They are here to guide and influence
But yet I feel alone
So alone...

No one out there can feel my pain
You put others with worse
Yet I sometime shout your name in vain
On times where I believe you bestole a curse

Is this a destiny to a future unseen
Some sign to test my faith
Something I fail to lack
For every 1st Sunday it is your blood I taste

So I ask you
A human
Your Creation
Your Child
Your Blood
Lord...
Why must you hurt me so?


Definition Of Nice
Tyrone Alcorn

A Poets Words

I cry silent tears

That bleed all my fears

Demons suppressed on me for all these years

Emotional enigma that escalates like stairs

And heart remains sound as a sleeping bear

Until upon his lair

Disrupt his slumber u dare

Like cracking a hollow heart, no residue just air,

Cold, slick like ice

Black abyss like night

And like a knight I keep my armor tight

Shield any sword from those wielding drunk from the gourd

My weapon a loose ink pen knocked a loose

The words I dare speak those punishable by noose

So who art thou dare hold my tongue!?

They aren’t no different then those pointing with a gun

As I look toward my sun and knowing shoot now

Bury me later, and enrich me into the earth with your plow A mind of a poet is golden ever flowing

For ever a human mind will seek to be all knowing

A writers pain will never be for the showing

Yet an ingenious prerogative to the world is their bestowing

So My physical being is no more …but look up…and see I’m glowing.

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

Beautiful Girl

Your a beautiful person on all aspects
I dig your prospects,
Your intellectual mind is prompt when demanding respect
You are one woman all girls should seek to be
A true front runner is who I see.
Bleed strength to bring forth those cast away,
to keep your company...
Only seeking the real,
Never playing fake like a movie reel
Guess that's why they call you the real deal...
A greedy boy prying to eat you up like a late meal..
While a real man plots to make ya pain yield
Like blacks picking cotton in a white field...
Laying the thoughts for freedom is his main will.
For you, beautiful girl
Let me bless you wit my presence, lay you down with my words and maybe...
Fly the world like a bird.
Beautiful girl, share your ambitions and the missions of a woman so strong who sees no competition
Beautiful girl, as a man I state my position,
Praised and perceived your recognition,
Do you accept my proposition?


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