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

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

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