Alvin L.A. Horn: Acclaimed Spoken Word Artist, Poet, Musician

Celebrating National Poetry Month
20th Anniversary

Waited For My Queen

It Can Be
I have waited all my life
It is
I have waited all my life to hold you in my arms
It is
I am a warrior by design
I have been a enslave because of mankind
I am harden by the trials of time
But this my love, is where I come begging of thee
For often I don’t know how and when to stop warring
Knowing,
the one place,
the one home,
the one soul,
I can lay my burdens down
It is you my Eve … my Black Star … the original woman of sun-dial melon shadings
It is you, colored like the sand of black beaches to the hues of the brown deserts sands
You are the only one who can soften the pains of the burns of time with your heart filled emotional comfort
It can be
I have waited all my life
It is
Before I had time to realize the impact of a world gone mad
I was tilling the grounds of another mans’ world
It set me back years … and in some cases centuries
I came … we came … from a world of cities and universities
Our sons and daughters were captured and were sold by the bad seeds of our own kind
We were bought and shipped by European popes and European pilgrims
War was declared on us
I was to be the protector of my family
I failed, so at times I feel less than a man
Often you have become the head of household, thou you wanted me to be the man
Through evil dealings of a system of the have and have not’s
I’ve been confused with fears
Am I to be a man of Anglo-Saxon mainstreaming, or am I to be a Black man?
A king … and you a queen
I shadowbox
Fighting myself for which way I am to go
I … at times have confused the enemy
For often I don’t know how and when to stop being angry
Knowing,
the one place,
the one home,
the one soul,
I can lay my burdens down
It is you
the mother of me, and
my children,
my nurturer
my love maker
You are the only woman who can diminish the hurts of my life
It can be
I have waited all my life
It is
Oh how I suffer tho’
When not being by your side feeling your softness from your mind, body and soul
Oh how I desire thee
Feeling you as we create new blood to populate this earth and take back what was once all ours
Our naked souls releasing joy to God that we are one
We want to be
A family speaking soul music
Dancing to the intellect of knowing how to survive
Strumming of hearts as an instrument to honor God for bringing us together
We scream our joyfulness
We shout I love you
You empower me to distinguish,
there is only one place for me
only one home for our children
only us together can our souls endure
I have to be unrestrained to eradicate my impediments
Because there is no doubt
It is you,
a woman of the mother land
a woman who has waited for my return
a woman who I can see, is as unlimited as the deepest ocean
You are the only woman who can revive my kingdom
You are only one to make me feel proud from my birth to my death
You are the only one
It can be
I have waited all my life
It is
But always my love … I will have my naked guilt waving in the shadows
My guilt for when I was tricked by the devil into NOT fighting to the death to protect you
My guilt for NOT loving you into your sleep, and waking to your golden greatness as the second wonder on this earth as God is number one
My guilt ridden psyche will forever need you … to hold me and praise me even for the littlest feats of doing right
Then I will have no barrier to keep me from revealing my sins and weakness’s
I will be able to talk, walk and lead
Then I we see your smile of respectfulness who holds me in the highest regard
Because no doubt
I am warrior by design who will fight for you, to protect you
I am… a freed slave that has broken free from ignorance
I am… strengthen by self-examinations and realizing I must raise my children to be the new you and me
I am wanting to come home … and make love to you my woman
Knowing only you can make me scream to God that I want to live forever
It can be
I have waited all my life
It is you … my queen I hold in my arms until the end of time
© Alvin L.A. Horn

AH.mainAlvin L.A. Horn is a multi award-winning author and an acclaimed spoken word artist/poet/musician. He was born in the Northwest and his poetry, short stories and novels are the byproduct of growing up in the “liberal on the surface” Seattle lifestyle.

Alvin experienced seeing Black people with jobs and had no stereotypical ghettos through the 60’s on up to the present times. He feels his writing was triggered by his mother sending him to the library when she placed him “on restriction, often for daydreaming in school.” He also credits the “little gray-haired Jewish lady, the librarian,” an internment camp survivor for introducing him to the likes of Richard Wright and Zora Neale Hurston. Upon reading the works of Nikki Giovanni Alvin knew he wanted to be a writer of love stories and poetry.

Alvin’s writings decades later have appeared in many periodicals ranging from fiction to erotica and nonfiction. Alvin has self-published novels and has been published by Simon and Schuster and other publishers.

He states, “Some of my erotic writing imagination came from my dad leaving Playboy magazines in a not so secret place. My friends fixated the pictures, but me I just read the stories, most of the time.”

Alvin also had a storied athletic career as an athlete and coach and as a musician; the knowledge and talent from those backgrounds shows in his writings. He has been involved in many art forms from theater, commercial jingle writer, and radio DJ from back in the days when a DJ’s played the album B-side cuts, and radio stations had the evening love-line where he often recited poetry over the air waves.

Born in 1957 in Seattle the Northwest flavors flows through my writing as he lived on a houseboat with perfect views for writing inspiration for many years. When he is not writings, Alvin works in the field of education teaching life-skills, and creative writing, while working with at-risk kids, and school security.

Alvin L.A. Horn on writing:

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“I’m inspired to write and recite the art honest emotions that I have felt or someone may have shared with me at some time in my life. I try to speak for those who would write or say how they feel. I want to remind people of lost thoughts, hidden feelings and create new contemplations and desires whether it about love, money, social issues, family issues, passions and sex. I want people to feel worthy, beautiful, sexy, and informed. I want to write and speak in away, well as Miles Davis said, “It not how many notes you play, it’s when you play them”. I as an artist want to find the right word, instead of a bunch of words just to impress.

“My style of spoken word-poetry is speaking, emotionally rhythmically, much like a blues man guitars weeping of lost love, a saxophone wailing like two loves in throws of passion, or even the street corner preacher begging you to hear his plea.”

“I’m inspired to write and recite the art of honest emotions. I want to remind people of forlorn thoughts, hidden feelings and create new contemplations and desires whether it about love, money, social issues, family issues, or certain passions. I want people to feel worthy, beautiful, informed. I want to write and speak in ways Miles Davis played his trumpet and Miles said, “It not how many notes you play, it’s when you play them”. As an author, I want to write choice words and thoughts to make you think and feel emotions at the right time to bring a tear or smile.”

To connect with Alvin L.A. Horn:
www.alvinhorn.com
https://www.facebook.com/alvinhorn
Spoken word: https://soundcloud.com/alvinhorn
Twitter: @alvinhorn
Instragram: alah57

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