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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

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