The Louisiana Social Pledge

We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

please make Green come back (Louis Toliver Jr)

Green left the other day
we couldn’t stop him
we couldn’t stop her
Green wasn’t happy anymore
so green wanted to leave
the place that had made him
the place that had made her
Green caught a bus across the states
laughed with strangers
slept where it was easy
traveled the places no one else would
the places he imagined
the places she imagined
Green left the other day
and Green isn’t coming back

we’ve got to give Green a reason to come back
and show us what we should know

Children, Don't Trust Just Any Garden (Louis Toliver Jr)

“Is this good to eat?”
The children stumbled into the garden
They had never seen such a variety of vegetables and fruits
Tomatoes, strawberries, carrots, apples, peaches, cucumbers
“Is this good to eat?”
Mark asked again holding some peapods in his hand
“Mother would love them!” Rebecca cheered
But Gary did not think it was good to be in the garden
“Put that down,” Gary demanded
Gary did not think these things grew together
They should not grow together
“It’s not good to eat! It’s a trick!” Gary screamed
But it was too late his brother and sister fell under a spell
“Yum. Delicious!” Mark chewed into the rind of an orange
“Yum. Delicious!” Rebecca ate a kiwi then nibbled on a piece of lettuce
Gary wept as he ran home quickly
Gary wept when he told his mother that her children were dead
They were poisoned by the thought that they could have it all

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Christmas with Mama (Ted A. Richard-Church Point, LA)

Christmas with Mama
For Jessica

My Mama died at Christmas when I was just ten
I never thought I could enjoy Christmas again.
Our Christmas tree, we never took down;
It was Christmas in our house all year ‘round.
Each time I stared into the shimmering lights,
I knew that my Mama was keeping me alright.
Guiding my mind with pleasant dreams
 And memories of us;  never-ending, it seems.

And then one day, a lightning storm
And all the memories of Mama were gone.

Each year at Christmas, the houses light up
With sparkle and cheer;  bright until sunup.
Then it all comes down ; and Christmas disappears
With the ringing of the brand New Year.
Each Christmas season so happy and gay.
Why does it ever have to go away.

Then I thought to myself, it shouldn’t be so.
It’s always Christmas as long as I know
That Mama is with me in my heart and my mind.
I love that it’s always Christmas time.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Fearless (Louis Toliver Jr)

Every morning that I wake up

I am fearless!

As I smile and eat my breakfast

I am fearless!

When I go outside to tell my neighbor “Good Morning!”

I am fearless!

I sing in my car and drive on time for work

I am fearless!

Every day a fast car dangerously cuts in front of me

I am fearless!

I wave that soul right across the lane

I am fearless!

I know that greedy souls are never on time

I am fearless!

 “Bye-Bye Negavity?” I say. “Doesn’t exist to me.”

I am fearless!

 “BAM!” Gone. My optimistic soul is still here.

I am fearless!

Let’s forget all that drama
We’re not a part of that cast
We are excited to help each other
What a wonderful time to enjoy

Today is our day, especially tomorrow
We have enough time and more
The beginning has been generous
Our story is no where near over

Lets go. Let’s chant. Join me.

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

I am fearless!
We are fearless!

We are fearless!

We are fearless!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Film Noir (Louis Toliver Jr)


What I Know (Ted A. Richard-Church Point, LA)

What I Know …
I know that sometimes what I see isn’t what I see.
I know that sometimes what I hear isn’t what I hear.
I know that sometimes what I think isn’t what I think.
I know that sometimes what I feel isn’t what I feel.

I know that my eyes are for sight; not vision.
I know that my ears are for sound; not listening.
I know that my mind is for thoughts; not understanding.
I know that my heart is for passion; not loving.

I know this because my eyes can see what no else can see.
I know this because my ears can hear what no one else can hear.
I know this because my mind can think what no one else can think.
I know this because my heart can feel what no one else can feel.

I know that what I can see with my own eyes can help me to envision others more clearly.
I know that what I can hear with my own ears can help me to listen to others with complete understanding.
I know that what I think with my own mind can help me to inspire others in faith, hope and love.

And I know that what I feel with my own heart  
 Can open my heart even more to the capacity for
True Vision
True Understanding
True Faith
True Hope
And True Love.

Grief (Skyra Francesca Rideaux- Carencro, LA)

A quiet storm
swelling in the bluest wave
pencil sharpened tears
stabbing unceasingly at the
hollowed space between two ribs
 incessant screeching, scratching, screaming
Internal bleed-
electric shocks of near fatal wattage
bland, gargled salt drying
on a cottony tongue of bile
garbage. A silent thief
languidly squeezing in through
a doggy door. Dying over and over and over
And over and over again
recycled from yesterday
one final breath, still dying over and
over and over

Human, Snakes, and the Lost (Louis Toliver, Jr)

The most complexing and painful question that I realize I may never answer is: Why would someone wake up each day and make it a goal to hurt others physically or emotionally. I don’t think there will be a clear answer, but I do know that there are three types of forces in nature: humans, snakes, and the lost. And though my choice to stay in my state and get the best education I could possibly get in a place where snakes have chosen money over life, I realized I am sick of snakes hurting the people I see everyday. I am sick of all these lost people in Louisiana fallen victim to the games of evil mostly through the uses of words. As I have been a lost individual like the ones I love, I am sick of them being confused on who or what to blame for why they are hurting. I am simply here to tell you in the most simple and plain fashion that the reason you are hurting, Louisiana, is that snakes disguised as us are slowing injecting us with their venom, right here in our own home, they have chosen to destroy our self-esteems and our humanity and that is clearly a lack of concern for life. 

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Night (Louis Toliver Jr)

I fear the day
That someone will see me
Or know me inside

Who I am
Who I was
Or what I can become

Am I scared?
To live
Or to love

Must be to love
Or of rejection
Probably both

So I live the night
Where I walk alone
Always lonely

A Distant Dream (Taylor Coen-Lafayette, LA)

Ticks and tocks of clocks:
time passes through itself
melting away into the surface.
A picture, an image, a dip into surrealism.
Unfamiliar grounds express chaos.
A fight between night and day:
religious beliefs mold into the earth.
The web of life comes alive:
a dome of peace.
Clouds form the background:
an hourglass of time.
Sand pours to the bottom
as light shines through it.
A pathway is shown to this beautiful land.

Sailing across the vast ocean: an adventure.
Running towards the shadows: stupidity.
An oasis of time consecrates the state of mind.

(A Too Long to Read but You Should) Facebook Status: Life Epiphany at Age 28, A Lesson in "They," "Them," and "Their" (Louis Toliver Jr)

As I got into my underwear, said my prayers, and jumped into bed, it suddenly occurred to me on this night February 18th, 2013 that “they” (whoever decides what is suitable to obtain a Ph.D in) don’t give “Ph.Ds in People” (simply put) out. I said, “Of course, they don’t,” because if “they” gave out “Ph.Ds in People”… then we would understand the thought process of a human beings thoroughly and we know "them," which would lead us to understanding how other people think, and then we would understand how we, ourselves, should think as a whole and pass that information along to help each other…in that order, truthfully. We would ask questions and try to understand each other and how to survive together. However, “they” think it is more lucrative for the few of “them” to divide the majority of us by pointing out our differences. But hey, “they” taught us that we can’t make money if we work together, if we don’t compete, and we let “them” do that for some reason. Foolishly, we give up the control we have over “them” and “they” and we are convinced by our own selves that we need “them” to achieve COMMON SENSE. But we know different, we in our own homes know right now that we can be in our underwear, pray to our understanding of GOD, and rest peacefully in our homes. We know that money is not the root of evil, “they” are at the root of evil. We know guns don’t kill people, animals posing as people kill people. That is because we know that “they” and “them” exist everywhere, in every facet of life. It is to “their” advantage they we know nothing about "them," only what “they” want us to know. The reason “they” don’t give “Ph.Ds in People” (simply put) is because then people would know “them” and knowing “them” (I discovered) doesn’t require any organized education…truthfully. “They” and “them” consistently distract us from the happiness of our own paths. “They” and “them” tell us who we should be, who we should love, who we should hate, what religion we should choose…but we deeply know and we understand that “they” and “them” aren’t GOD…and the list goes on. So, as we, regardless of our careers or goals, are getting up in the morning feeling we lack the COMMON SENSE to survive…I know and feel that just isn’t true. Quite frankly, if we understand how people operate, we understand how the world operates, and we have the COMMON SENSE to survive.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Deep Blue (I Wish I Were Romantic)- (Louis Toliver Jr)

Romantic, I am not
Honest, I try

Strong, I wish

I took a deep breathe
Hoping my passion would not die
God teased me with you
He served you a on a plate

As bad as I wanted to,
To try you,
A beautiful body
Served as a delicate dish

I changed
When I saw you
But I ran away
Deep blue, my eyes are left

As I said
I am no romantic
And I am hardly strong enough
To admit…I love you

The Legend Foretold (Annette Redmond-Lafayette, LA)

I had a dream, I say,
that the wintry cold
would soon move in today.
Make the legend old
and carry it away.
Noble gods be told,
the freeze is here to stay.
Though heroes fought bold,
the iciness won’t sway.
May all eyes behold,
the sky is turning grey.
And as dreams are sold,
all hope and faith does fray.
Wicked storms unfold,
while we can only pray
for mercy to hold,
kissing goodbye to May
and all things of gold.
The rain first starts to play,
thunders manifold
and lightening sends her ray
to shake Earth’s threshold.
All the stars gone astray,
winds whip down to scold
All signs shut out of day,
just as dreams foretold.
It seems the world will pay,
fighting off the mold.
Though I feel a new way,
bare and unparrolled.
Bravely, the vise I slay,
into dusk I strolled,
keeping evil at bay,
a horned brute I polled.
I heard its anguished bray.
As senses enfold,
in wait of more soothsay,
may justice uphold
and hell not find its prey.
Above dark clouds rolled,
such like an old cliché.
Mine armies bifold
to dance war’s sad ballet.
Strong and overbold,
against the fiends we flay.
Our swords we grab hold,
of devils we hearsay.
Stories now retold,
vengeance won’t delay.
Nothing we’ll withhold
nor will strength decay.
This land won’t be tolled,
courage we’ll portray.
We stand centerfold
and while rivals dismay,
my people remold.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

"I Love You" is Enough (Louis Toliver Jr)

Please don’t stress
I see what you do all year
Everyday you show me
Through your actions
How much you care for me
But please don’t stress
It’s not money or possessions
That make me give my life to you
It’s the moments that are small
When people don’t care to look
That you show your love most
So don’t stress to demonstrate
What you already know you do
Just say “I love you” and…
My underwear will come off for you

To the Man of My Dreams and…My Future Reality (Louis Toliver Jr)

I imagine you holding the door open to our new home
Newly married, you come in behind me smiling
You wrap your arms tightly around me, our heads touching
You say “We’re Home” and I turn and kiss you

I imagine the birth of our first child, adoption, of course
The fact that we can love a child is all we want, we win
We have many more children, we love them all, of course
Their ambitions high like their parents, all we want, we win

I imagine a marriage and life filled with best memories
All of our traveling adventures, experiencing the world
Coaching our children to make the best decisions in life
Growing old together and having the most youthful love

And, though it’s bittersweet, I imagine the day I lose you
Not that anything went wrong, it’s just that we are strong
It is an exciting thought, our love makes death seem easy
Because one earthly death will never break our energy apart

Whatever form YOU, man of my dreams, come in
YOU, my future reality man, will constantly evolve with me
It is YOU I see in this life and also in the next
I shall never settle for anything less than YOU

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

South Louisiana Community College's PANGEA Valentine's Day Bake Sale

Invisible Tiara (Ted A. Richard-Church Point, LA)

This whole world is a pageant!!

We live our lives in a constant state of judgment, which is why so many of us often feel like we just don’t “measure up”.

 “Are we pretty enough?”

“Are we smart enough?”

“Where do we fit in on that scale from one to ten?”

Yes, our life is a pageant, and everyone is trying to win!!!

But why do we allow others to judge us?

Who the heck entered us in this pageant?

They don’t know us?

They don’t know who we are?

All “the judges” know are what they SEE, and that’s only half of who we ARE !!

It seems like we are always trying to win this pageant in which no one ever gets the crown.

Yes, we all WANT the crown!

But why does no one ever GET the crown?

Truth is, anyone can have the crown…

But is it really that important?

Is a little bit of sparkle on your head really worth all the trouble we went through to get it?

We have allowed ourselves to be culturalized into a society in which the basics of our beliefs and the content of our character are constantly being put into question by “judges” who don’t even know us!

If we live our lives based on the judgment of others, then we will always be free from self-expression!

It is when we truly SEE the person in the mirror, and truly LOVE the person in the mirror that we realize that winning “the pageant” STILL doesn’t make us “the winner” in life.

Life truly begins when we refuse to be a contestant in this world’s pageant.

Once we know that we don’t have to win “the pageant” to win “in life” is when we realize the true value of being our best self.

And true success can only be attained when we realize that the only pageant in life is the one that we create for ourselves,

NOT the pageant that we allow others to put us in.

And as we look in the mirror, we can always say, “That tiara looks really great on my head!”

 Even though no one else can see it !!!

Liquid Wedding Tuxedo (Louis Toliver Jr)

His wedding tuxedo was made of liquid
It dripped down the isle 
Dripped as he gave his vows 
The liquid clung to his chest
The tuxedo puddled on his body

“I do” couldn’t make that liquid tux fit
Dripped onto the bride's lips 
Dripped onto her flower 
His wedding ring couldn’t stay on
Dripping lies while marrying her

Friday, February 8, 2013

Part 2 of Mardi Gras Countdown Continues on Lundi Gras

UPDATE: Blog with be down Saturday & Tuesday instead of Monday & Tuesday. Part 2 of the Mardi Gras Countdown will take place on Lundi Gras Monday. Have a great weekend!

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Get Happy! (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

You woke up
Took a breath

Said I love you
To whoever you love

You went into day
To show yourself

You are happy
And that happy shows

Applaud yourself today
You are happy

You are happy
To know you are alive

In each struggling day
In every struggling way

You are very very happy
You exist and existed

You are happy!

Life Changes (Kisha Courville Kana-Lafayette, LA)

In complete darkness
I reached for you and you weren’t there
Were you blind?
Or did you get left behind?
The door closed
I made my way to the glowing exit sign
I didn’t look back
I didn’t jump but rather just stepped off
Into floating abyss
Suspended in air
I’m twisting and turning trying to find the ground
But all I need to do is let go of the illusion
Learn to fly and coast down 


I find it only realistic that many of us in Louisiana will be occupied with celebrating life so being on Facebook, Twitter, etc. should be at the bottom of your priorities.

So, FRIDAY-SUNDAY, I will being doing a recap of what we have all done so far. Friday (8th) & Saturday (9th) I will be hosting the first TOP TEN on the blog. I will repost the work of some of your favorites based on the amount of pageviews. Let's use this for motivation! Sunday (10th), I will be reposting ALL Spritual Meditations 1-7 in order.

MONDAY (11th) & TUESDAY(12th)-The blog will be inactive for the Mardi Gras Holiday.

WEDNESDAY (13th), we will be back with a whole new string of artists from new places in Louisiana.

Thank you to all that support this blog and hope to watch it grow into something fruitful for us all.

Louis Toliver Jr

From Dust (Skyra Francesca Rideaux-Carencro, LA)

It’s our anniversary.  September first, we met in a garden filled with flowers.  She comes every year, holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots, as if that will ever replace her memory of me.  She always seems to blame me for the way the ceremony caused her life to change. Asking me to ask God why He couldn’t wait one more day. The loneliness is unbearable she says, the crying tiring, the questions always unanswered.  The solid marble between us never quite stifles her sobs. She cries and she accuses me of stealing her most precious possession, her rock, her reason for breathing. She always addresses me as father, daddy, or dad. Never realizing that the answers she seeks have already been given in the silences between her mourning. This woman, this girl, who carries her grief bottled up year after year, is my anticipation.  For when I feel her warm fingers trace the curves of my outer shell, and her soft lips kiss my marbled face, I feel worthy.  We both know that we can’t keep meeting like this, but for now we are each others’ surcease. I am the keeper of that whom she loved most in world, and she is my only companion in this life that is not a life at all. Today she seems that much closer to ending her journey’s to my garden. So I listen to her cries, the melodies in her voice, absorbing them with my entire being. I was born to hold that which has died, in order that the living may call to them in peace. I memorize the light brush of her fingertips against my outer shell, and immortalize the kiss that seals her pain, her love, her hope, and her grief. I seal it inside of me and hope that the God she serves delivers it for her. 

Dysfunctional (Taylor Coen-Lafayette, LA)

The flower sits before the tree,
it is like an antagonist of nature.
The rainbows fall against the clouds:
colors burst into a buffet of light.
Rain travels down into a puddle of water
portraying the sight of an ugly ox.
The strength is weak; it collapses to the ground,
life flows out like a stream of consciousness.

Back to the daisy and the overpowering oak,
A lightning bolt strikes both.
The war fades over, the mist evaporates,
 and sunshine glimmers down upon a hidden valley.

The Move (Katherine Stelly Watson-Lafayette, LA)

Grandmother visited me in a dream last night
Wearing a pink jump suit and a curious smile
Driving a pink Cadillac convertible
Her sweatband accented her beehive do
She drove by in slow soundless motion
Her words were inaudible
But I heard her
She said, “Relax…”
A pink jump suit
Clouds and a Cadillac
Taking it easy
Happy to know she likes her new place.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Urban-Lit, Country-Souled (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

The lines don’t seem to matter
Neither do the colors

Urban lit, country souled

Everyone has space
No one has room
Made out faces
Covered bodies

Urban lit, country souled

Collage of purpose
Rainbow of paths
Reach the eyes in
Pull the hearts out

Urban lit, country souled

Don’t get too lost
Don’t get too found