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

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

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

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.

Sunshine

Dear Sunshine,

Good morning...ever so beautiful you are...Raising I the moonlight, showing stars the way...Together we rule this world with space and time...Forever...We are...for without you...I simply am not...and without me...this world will forever live the darkest nights...Oceans flooding its beauties we once called paradise...Cold it is in my own dark abyss...You are my warmth and comfort that I may relay...the right for our bond was instilled since the beginning of time...So I set as you rise...Kissing briefly at the birth of dawn...I bid to you...Good morning Sunshine.

-Your Moonlight

Tyrone Alcorn, Jr
Definition Of Nice

Thanks For Giving

The homeless asking you to spare All year
As you say no with petty lies
And they stare in despair from where they lie
Thanks for giving

Listen in the wind and hear baby cries
As all around the globe children die
Hunger, starvation when you were too lazy for a can drive
Thanks for giving

Government for the land of the free, so proud to be
As your millions eat with no heat
And those who eat luckier than the many drowning in poverty
Thanks for giving

Fighting a war with no cause
Because officials greed without the thought of a child's need
The clause? Fatherless children, and holidays spent to grieve
Thanks for giving

The girl you seen always picked on
When you looked on, with the power to stop
Stop the hate, doing what's right, instead she found a knife
Thanks for giving

The younger sibling that begged to be around you
You called a nag and told to shoo
Finding the wrong crowd, wandering the streets with nothing to do
Thanks for giving

We take and take all year round
Constantly doing what is only in progression for you
If only you knew what comes with holiday, the truth
Thanksgiving...

Instead of finding reasons for thanks
Be the reason others are blessed
You are rewarded most when thinking of 'the rest'
Thanks for giving

Whatever your contribution
Be the reason
Time,hope, money, motivation
In ALL seasons...
Let someone say...Thanks for giving

By: Tyrone Alcorn, Jr.
Definition Of Nice