Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn's Blog (10)

TO ALL POETIC WARRIORS N YOUR RIDE Your poems picked me up I'm riding along for the trip I ain't getting out I’m getting off on how smooth you roll out You got thoughts… that roll on paper like a 1950's Cadillac rolls down hill Your verses got chrome bumpers leading to perspectives I haven’t seen or heard of I hear the AM radio, the station at the end of the dial The rare cuts are played So many artists got hits, and no one has ever heard them Soul is spoken I'm spread out in the passen… Continue

I Miss My Boom Box, by Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn © 2009 Dropping beats down to the ground As I strolled through the park My boom box sends shock waves of hip notes to the sky Dual cassette dubbing and mixed tapes of my own groove Speakers shouting hip dancing funk Reloading new 6x9 speakers because, Som… Continue

Plastic People Injected into a thinly veiled mold of sincerity From outdated thoughts arise phony ploys of true friendship Lacking creative controls over lies and plots Game are often played, with silly childish levels of getting over Aretha Franklin sings about, “All The Lonely People Where Do They All Come From” Plastic People, seek positions of importance in your life because they can’t seem to find joy in their own existence, they need you to help complete them They play… Continue

I RODE DOWN THE LONELY HI-WAY With the top down, the sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the soul of my 8 track player Michael Jackson crooned, “I Wanna Be Where You Are” My Blues bled into the dark sky My eyes were on the road but, I see her at every mile marker, and with every star that sparkled above I pushed on the gas as my heart raced Where am I going? Anywhere she might be Teasing my soul hoping she was headed to me Whoooo… I took that corner too fast Slow down and live with the memories… Continue

Get-On…Get Off In my dreams…the switch is turned on She and I removed our helmets We kissed while we rolled-on in first gear Released our cruise controls Played freeway tag, touching each others rear Changed lanes in and out and around each other Weaving foreplay Downshifted into the mating game I watched you ride as if you were tight on a pole Work that ride baby Your intake make me comes on hard Hot road underneath us We sweat in our leathers; it’s well oiled down there In my dreams…we hit the… Continue

DUET She is next to me, vocalizing Me I’m stroking my bass Her body, and my bass, fight for who has the sweetest curves Both have phat` bottoms Hers is soft and warm I won’t kiss my bass But I will kiss her ass She moves unlike the hard wood in my hands I caress the wood, it groans She caress me with her tone Her lips move, and bring forth an erotic chorus that leaves me twisting I slide my hands down the g-string A bead of sweat rolls down my back, and past my waistband Her tongue makes love to… Continue

I’M SPEAKING, PLAYING AND WRITING MY JAZZ I Am A harpist making love to my strings of soul, and with my voice I’m caressing a microphone in my hand and with my finger I make ink reach out and touch secret places I speak, and write and play my Jazz I ornate verbalism` in the key of mental jams My jazz holds all the notes in time from my past, present, and future I’ll sing to you lyrics from stories untold I’ve got the Romantic Blues So I strum my soul in free form style My jazz can be deep blue w… Continue

The crackle of the pops and clicks from the record player mixed with the rain. Aretha wailed from her soul, "Ain’t No Way, for me to love you unless you let me" Rain started hitting the ground mixing like lovers in the night and, she dreamed She is in his arms His chest against her back With his arm wrapped around her She is safe He feels her heart skip as he kisses her neck She sings deep in soul He hears her hum along In what he wants She is not blue, but yearns for his love day and night He h… Continue

WHAT INSPIRES YOU You are asked that one question What inspires you? Why do you do what you do? Why do you love what you love? What makes you go the extra mile? What, what, what inspires you? Do you write, play, or sing because you got the blues? Do you flow words because you got hope? Is hope worthy of inspired inspirations? Do you hear, listen or sing love songs because you’re in love? But you still adore love songs after the love is gone What inspires you? Did life experiences give you ration… Continue

MJ in my eyes was someone who I thought would leave this earth in some kind of tragic way. His life has been a circus from the day he was born. Through others and through his own doing, his life was tragic in many ways. Many in history who lived as him have died in tragic ways. Marvin Gaye, Sam Cooke, Billie Holiday, Dorothy Dandridge, Tupac, Jimi Hendrix, Bruce Lee, Janis Joplin, Frankie Lymon, Charlie Parker. And there are so many more who let or their life was hard in its own way with drugs,… Continue