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

Thoughts of The Neptunian

I am not a Martian, I hail from Neptune as they say. To the contrary however I am as warm as sunlight running the sides of this planet we call Earth. Females seek my warmth, miles away, yearning to be comforted by a body of familiarity. How is it I am much further and distant, but you relate? How is it you yourself are so cold? Is it because females hail from the heat driven planet of Venus, stranded...on this rock we cal Earth. They are chilled and misunderstood from the male domination running ice trails, from Mars. This rock is warmth so they adapt and made for each other these species are. What sets me apart...being from much colder depths, analyzing this ‘alien’ species they call humans...and in deeper depths what they call ‘female’. Emotional creatures they are...seeking my adaption of warmth, companionship, my understanding of them and taking advantage of the intent to learn more, to listen to every cipher of sound that is muddled from their mouths. Using my ‘foreign’ abilities to build dams across their eyes to eradicate the meaning of cry. With reflexes faster than light catching each every drop of love and care that drips from their lips? Where I am from we waste nothing, so why should this treasure...be any different. Using my super hearing to hear the calls for help within, without her needing to say a word...is this what they conflict with being near me. Do I scare you...or do I simply reflect what you are missing...Segregation or alienation of my presence is inevitable...Maybe you are simply alien...to your needs. I can be blinded and still see.

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jt.
Definition Of Nice

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

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.

From Another Planet

See…She was something from another planet
Most women form Venus but naw naw….
She was something deeper,
Like a metaphor not as they Or like no other..

She felt for the real and the real …was her bloodline
Her words were something sweeter than cherry pies
And No no man would dare resist to indulge in her aura
But anything residing from her luscious lips to her feet was only but!… 10%

10% in her eyes for a male in this century would be obliged to state 90
An ass, and breast, thighs round as small drums, but yet, still 10%
See but a man and not a male may see something first only its entirety
Starting from the very top of her curved headline and ending in the palms of her feet

See…She was something from another planet
A woman outspoken to detest of male existence naw naw…
She grew with them and provide ways of the new and better things
Its clear where she swing, and if you are the real then her eyes permit u to be seen

You see …only then using the raw essence of your mind
Will you begin to see hers unwind as together you will intertwine
But it’s a alien form because those days are gone and the sight of our real women…gone
Her language is unknown and these actions I describe….so sublime

Such a shame we cant grasp it and own it
With a touch of knowledge we might dismiss our ambiguity
Truant to her world and in acknowledgement of a woman…not a girl
A male cannot own her, still they must evolve to see how they’re 10 is not 90

You see…She was something from another planet
They cant understand it
How a girl is so calm, intellectual, understandin
Her deepest thoughts are but the light to our dark.

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn