#quintonhorne

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Does It Make Me Bad

Does it make me bad

Knowing my rough past

That I’d do you like that

Considering all we have

Does it make me bad

For taking a long nap

Dreaming of another ass

Leaving you alone & sad

Does it make me bad

That I get angry & mad

When I fucking stabbed

You deep, deep in the back

Does it make me bad

That the odds are stacked

Against me ‘cause I’m black

My demons tend to latch

All I truly wish you to ask

Is, does it make me bad

If I choose to leave fast

And never, ever, look back.

-Quinton Horne

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In A Dream

Immediately when you leave

It hurts the most;

I always perceive it as

My fear of the unknown.

I start to think of the unseen,

And of what’s gone;

I don’t know where I’d be

Without your bones.

Your structure and jive

Make me feel so alive,

That I can’t sleep at night

Without your love.

I take it as a dream,

But I know you’re real;

So when I’m wide awake,

I’d rather my eye lids be sealed.

Because at least in a dream

The pain of loss subsides,

And you’re smile comes to mind;

In a dream you’d always be by my side.

-Quinton Horne

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God Manifesting

Sun pedals fall like rain

Adorning my skin

Washing my pain away

Forgiving my sins

I never could have known

Anything more sweet

The power of praise

Intuition’s true peak

So I challenged things

Or so they may seem

Abstracting means

By which to be

Oh the chills received

A calm came over he

Bearing fruit of mind

God manifesting.

Within me.

-Quinton Horne

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Mourn Not, Should War End

Sitting back reminiscing​,

I feel the pain and anguish​

Of my great ancestors

Whom, fought the ​

Evils of life long before I.

As those souls however,

I find myself stranded;

A lonely soldier​

Lost but not quite sold​

On forfeighting the thought​

Of victory, for God's sake.​

I'd like to believe that ​

Light reigns at the end

Of our journey's treaturous tunnel.​

​

Sadly, one could not possibly

​Come to such a realization,

Until everything

Before his eyes' gaze

Is lost, forever left behind.​

I dare to think such sentiments​

Hold no single negative quality;​

Regardless, let your contributions​

Be of value to others

So that you may go in peace.​

​I say unto you, my people,

​Mourn not, should war end.

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- Quinton Horne ​

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As Mine; Simple & Plain

Think about the things

You chose to say

The thing you meant

Was war, not play

How on earth did this

Come up today

As the sun on the horizon

And the ocean at bay

I have sincerely been reading

Anguish on your face

But I am rarely one

To share my disdain

So hear me out now

It can no longer wait

Our talents are golden

Our ambition, great

If my soul should fly

I mean no pain

Allow yours to soar

As mine; simple and plain.

-Quinton Horne

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Proceed Accordingly

I do not think

That you truly

Understand how

Guarded I am.

Please spare me

The sob stories,

Because I have

Been on that side.

I have had that

Pain in my heart,

And that burning

Desire in my chest.

How lucky are we

As humans, who

Get to play both

Roles cohesively.

And that is not

Even the tragedy;

Oddly enough, our

Potential is greater.

So spread your wings

As the bald eagle,

And please fly solo

For your survival.

The skies bare in mind,

Absolutely no pattern

Of any sort or any kind;

Proceed accordingly.

-Quinton Horne

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Serendipity

He has expressed Feelings towards me, That make me Want to break down.

There are walls that I have prided myself On completing around My heart, body, soul;

But they are crumbling With every breath That I take, while Around his energy. 

I do not know Why I enjoy it, There are danger signs All over the place. 

Yet my feet Continue to lift From the ground, And float in his direction.

I owe none of this To my cerebral nature, For it has not Protected me this time. 

Once again, I am Inclined to believe That there are ways To this universe;

Ways that no man Was meant to control… Ways that no man Was meant to control.

-Quinton Horne