Quote Of The Day: 3/17/2011

"A woman's love is the most fruitful beauties of life itself that shows immeasurable strength, but can also be the pinnacle of her demise through The likes of a man. " -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.

So IMperfect

I Play my rose pedal game,
the rain pelts at my hands,
No emotion in me,
but you wouldn’t understand,

My eyes are lit from the light of a message,
Your closure is one you wont let go,
until I push harder
will you be submitted to exposure,

Running away from a belligerent being
Who they say might not be a person that I see
But a person within me
Unreleased from the captivity of my brain

Those words stamp insane
But I’m not close just a little stained
My imperfections are not to blame
So don’t put your pain and stress on my name

I do me exceptionally
You do you expectedly
To tell me any different without evidence
Would be irrelevant

Some people find me on my open plain
Others will catch the weather on any given day
How can I bring sunshine when its forecast to rain
Same way truth finds not a flower in the sun but a rock in a cave

Who but one can see what I mean
The lion waits to prey
But just how long will he wait
Not guaranteed his meat will stay

Wow Man I am so relinquished
From thought and mindless activities
My fires on my brain have been extinguished
Glad to be the perfect antonym for relativity

*Im perfect to be Imperfect*

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn

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

How To Love A Black Man

The First thing you must understand
there's no easy way to love a black man
you've got to figure him out
learn what he's about
and know he's someone you can't live without

Then kill him with kindness
shower him with sweetness
but never let him mistake your kindness for weakness

It's hard for him to give himself to you
so be appreciative of the little things he tries to do
let him know he can trust in you
and in return he won’t have to hide things from you

So be supportive
Be his friend, not his foe
When he makes a mistake don't say I told you so

Be understanding not demanding
Let him unwind
he faces a world of rain
so be his sunshine

Don’t get too cozy in the comfort zone
You take him for granted and you'll end up alone
Keep love exciting, Go the extra mile
Keep finding ways to make him smile

Remember to be sexy cause without a doubt
He wants to be proud when he takes you out
Don’t let yourself go, don’t forget about YOU
Love yourself and he will love you too

Don’t smother the man
Let him breathe
The tighter you hold him
The faster he will leave

And when you love him
Love him all the way down
Don’t be afraid to explore him pound for pound

If you don’t give him what he needs to feel
Its guaranteed that someone else will
If you provide for him
He'll provide for you again and again

Be honest
Be patient
and demand respect
and a wonderful black man is what you will get

Show him your pride
Stand by his side
Let God be your guide
and Love will Abide

D.O.N.

Blues Shoe!

You see me?
I don’t see you
What do I see?
Well I see blue!
He's not happy
Cause I took his shoe
He ran away
Didn’t want to play
But surely got revenge
The very next day
Now I’m lying here
Under this beaming sun
With one foot missing
Look what blues done!
Ill get that sorry bastard
In a freakish disaster
But he'll use that stupid smile
And fill me with laughter
Ill lie hear awhile
Grab some lemonade
thinking to myself, damn...
I shouldn’t of took blues shoe today.


Catch the meaning? Simple and Deep :)


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

Enigma

Who has the right to question me?
Who I am, What I’m about, What I believe?
I am what many can find to imagine hopes and dreams
Only I can question cause no one can illustrate a picture I see

I find myself along a trail walking
Finding bits of character in shrubs and lying in scattered in mud
Finding myself that is, discovering minor features that prove to be shocking
In turmoil, my body rejects the pieces like bad blood.

Who am I then! ... I asked?
If what I find is not true and subdued?..
No response...just silence in the air that hardly blew
An itch on my face, it was then I pulled from it a mask

This mask was a lie and from it I scraped the dirt and residue
Thinking this is was me...So tell who it is that I'm pretending to be
It was then I replace the pieces and my body was anew
Truth lies beneath the darkest layer, buried down like the roots of a tree

Sadly enough the mask is regenerative
Coming right back over what seemed to be destined
I am Gemini so I really split in two, and one side is just a sedative
So its understandable that my actions and being itself may be questioned

My personality is an enigma
A thing of puzzles and unexplainable occurrence
Contradictory maybe, but made to be right like alpha and omega
So that leaves me to see and recognize who I am I don’t need reassurance

Now to the latter fact, I’m more understood
I must ask myself and others a crossroad question I once had
Am I the good guy, changing and turning bad
Or bad guy who was only trying to be good?


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