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.
Friday, March 22, 2013
The four of them, the mighty captains, had been traveling through the Gulf of Mexico on a small boat. Alpha, an alien chosen to guard Earth, had told them of the danger creeping through the waters. They had never met Alpha, but he had been telepathically guiding the teens from their births, when he implanted their powers, until they conveniently all met at the same college. They had all known of each other early in their lives, but had only been fighting villain-driven disasters for the past year, together. Alpha ensured they came together at the right time as trouble on earth grew. Alpha had to ensure the safety of Earth for his people’s return in a thousand years. The captains were hope.
Since Smoggy Fog was defeated, the Terrorist had taken advantage of the latest manmade disaster, an oil spill. The Terrorist was their main villain, but the gang had never seen him, just his creations, one after another. His latest monster, Slick, was oozing through the gulf getting closer to the wetlands. Slick was able to engulf, eat anything that came in contact with its black oily acidic body. It had been reported to the Global government, which secretly employed the teens, that Slick had already engulfed a couple small islands, many ships, and several people. Slick had grown to a 100 foot unperfect radius with an evil brain at the center. The mighty captains hoped they would locate the terror before it became horror. Unfortunately, Slick was taking a cruise ship down under the water as the gang approached battle. They knew they would not be able to soothe the screams of people in time, but they kicked it into high gear, immediately.
“Now!” Kai-ying, a Chinese girl who had the ability to produce and manipulate fire, was strategizing with the others; she was the leader.
“I got this!” Malik, an American from a housing project in the windy city of Chicago, in that moment became light has a feather and a strong gust of wind blew him off the boat and high into the sky. Slick noticed him as he finished eating the cruise ship. Malik spun around faster and faster until the winds got stronger and stronger. A huge hurricane wind came blowing towards Slick. The wind was so strong that it knocked Slick out of the water into the air. He blocked out the sun from the gang for many long seconds. Eventually, all of Slick fell back into the water.
“We’ve got to get him out of the ocean, but somewhere isolated,” Kai-ying’s skin was turning red and steaming.
Leonardo, a mute boy from Brazil who was able to sustain life in his small village during a small drought because of his ability to have water bind to him, nodded and dove into the ocean from the boat. The water in a circled proximity began to calm the waves that were beginning to spin around. Then the water roared. The circle spread and more water flowed like a deep tornado. It looked like water draining down a tub. The circle of water erupted and pushed the Slick backward flying through the ocean and into the air, again.
“Land! Hurry, I can’t use my power until we get in shallow water!” Jacoline was a South African girl with the ability to control the movement of the earth and she was strong enough to hold the ground still during an earthquake. She ran towards the railing of the boat and looked outward. When Slick landed, there was a small-uninhabited island in the distance. “Damnit, I wish I could fly!” Malik and Leonardo were able to push Slick towards the land. Jacoline leaped off the boat making a fist and punching down into the ground. The ground shook. The ground cracked. Then the ground broke in half and pushed upward forming a mountain as it grew larger and moved quicker. It grew into a mountain twenty times the size of Slick.
“Sorry, for the cliché phrase but, we need to fire things up a bit,” Kai-ying shot up into the sky like a rocket from the boat, now on shore, and like the speed of light she flew out of the atmosphere. She grabbed a piece of an asteroid and burst into flames falling back towards the Earth. She dropped the large chunk of fire on top of Slick and it lit him on fire smashing him into the ground.
Malik flew around the fiery Slick and kept the fire from spreading around the island. He was able to blow Slick against the mountain and he fell against it, still in flames. Jacoline forced up three more mountains, locking Slick into a square. Slick began to ooze upward and move forward, but a huge tsunami came full force mashing between the mountains. Leonardo rolled away quickly out of the water so he wouldn’t get harmed. He launched the boat away and the gang watched Slick burn in his trap. The fiery Slick was enclosed by the landforms.
The gang got off the island immediately as flaming pieces of Slick’s body ignited the island. Another one of the Terrorist monsters down the hatch, so they thought. Alpha was about to congratulate them telepathically, but the captains grew ill at what they saw. They approached more black crude, this time at an unperfected 1000 foot radius.
A grim Ronald Reganesque voice echoed through the sky, “Now that your warmed up. I want you to meet Slick, Jr.” The voice echoed in laughter, but was unseen.
“Alpha, we might need to combine our powers for this one,” Kai-ying looked at the others.
I looked above conflict and peace befell upon me. I walked over hate and love absorbed me. I stood against power and humbleness became me. I crossed the path of death and life overwhelmed me. I glimpsed beneath deception and truth lifted me. I threw away a grudge and forgiveness came to me. I battled depression and happiness showered me. I let go of anger and laughter followed me. I stared at bitterness and warmth enveloped me. I challenged defeat and victory led me.
Father of children, students, and words
you are a coach in training.
You value beauty lost to the masses.
The masses value order you dismiss.
Son of the farmer, the seamstress, the fields
you chose the ladder of knowledge.
Yet you have labored to fill our bellies.
You carve stone to make bread.
The archive of facts held in your head
is too vast for even the bookshelves.
The tower of papers inside your household
rises to meet the rooftop.
You are a destroyer of neatness.
Maker of feasts that enlighten the palette
Drinker of liquors that confuse large horses.
Hider of bottles in expert locations.
You are a lover of sadness.
You are a fisher of songs.
To my childish eyes you bring understanding
of music and laughter and living.
But the hardships of life
have melted you down.
A wooden spoon now stirs you.
You are a curious soup.
Her name was Eunice Brewer and her ideal man was 5’10, blue eyes, brown hair, a man with an okay singing voice, a man with a sense of accomplishment, a man who wasn’t afraid of work, strong hands, a hearty eater, someone who enjoyed her cooking, which was good country style home cooking, a man that was respectful, someone that would like to cuddle at night.
Eunice read over the copy of her Perfect Match profile sheet one more time and put it down on the dining table. She was patiently waiting for Charlie, the mailman, to arrive with her new match. Perfect Match was a dating service in the city that had taken interest in rural areas. Eunice was leaving the grocery store when a woman with zebra hair, as Eunice like to call it, approached her before she got to her Buick.
“Ma’am would you like one of our flyers?,” the woman was heavily tanned and looked like a short, skinny, wax candle with zebra hair, as Eunice liked to think it. “Start your new year off right! We can help you find the perfect match!”
Eunice tucked her grocery bag of fresh black-eyed peas and cabbage under one arm. She grabbed the flyer and look at it closely. It was a yellow paper with bold writing that said “Perfect Match Dating Service” and then in small lettering it continued, “We are a dating service located in the city and looking to expand to surrounding areas. If we can’t find you a proper match the first time, we’ll keep on trying ‘til we do. ‘Cause no one’s perfect.” Eunice read over the flyer a few more times and then looking at the young woman who, because of the sunlight shining brightly, now looked like a glowing, short, funny-dressed, wax candle. Eunice didn’t understand how a person could be so tan in the winter time.
“So, you could find me a date?
“All the way out here in Hill?”
So, here was Eunice a sixty year-old woman living in the very small town of Hill, named for a mound of dirt near the grocery store in a rented duplex home along the highway. Waiting for her third letter from the service. The first match she received matched her with a man, named Jeffrey Lipton. He lived 49 miles away in Bolan. That was too far. He was half blind and Eunice never left Hill. Then the second match was closer. Henry Gumm. He lived only 4 miles away in Dillard, but he smelled bad when came over to meet. And at some point he took off one of his shoes to massage his feet because of a fungus he got. He also never cracked a smile. Eunice picked up the paper and read the line “If we can’t find you a proper match the first time, we’ll keep trying ‘til we do.” She groaned and put the letter down again. For $2000, this was a lousy service. But it was the easiest thing to do. She could never meet anyone on her own. What else could she do?
Eunice was a simple woman. She had lived in Hill her whole life. The town was her place and she knew it well. In Eunice’s home, there was a gas stove. But she did have electricity of course. And there were times she would laugh because she thought the rabbit ears on her television made it look like an alien head. She didn’t have cable and she didn’t have internet. That was not her world. She didn’t need it. Eunice loved to cook and clean. She did it all day. She spent so much time in the kitchen that she even bought a small mirror refrigerator magnet. It was so she could see herself and touch herself up when necessary in the kitchen. Eunice did not leave the kitchen or dining room until she was tired, very tired. She could make it up until midnight most nights, but she was up as soon as dawn cracked. Eunice did not like being in the back of home, the bedroom. Not since her husband died.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
“Trey?” the voice pulled me out of my daydream of being a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance. “It is Trey? Your name tag says so,“ an old lady asked and confirmed with her old husband standing in front of the register of YoguLand. They stared at me as if I was a zoo animal. “Do you have anymore chocolate sprinkles?” the man said with frustration. “If there aren’t any out there, I guess not,” working at a self-serve yogurt place was one of my least favorite jobs (I rank it 5th out the 5 I have), but it was easy. “What the hell is the point of having you if you don’t do anything?” the man grumped (can you grump?). It was a good question. “We’ve got chocolate chips, sir,” I didn’t really care. I was thinking about my Netflix queue. “You’re a bit old to be working here,” the woman sassed. I drifted off to the radio playing YoguLand. Ah yes, The Best of Michelle Branch was still going. “You’re everywhere to me Michelle,” I thought. “Hello! Can you weigh our yogurt?” the man was yelling. I don’t like yelling very much. I’m sure it wasn’t going to make him happy either that I realized the scale was broken. “Trey, where is your manager?” the woman said as if that was supposed to scare me. “I am the manager, ma’am, Trey,” I grinned. The old man got pissed and slammed his yogurt down grabbing his wife storming out. I went back to singing passing the time. Yogurt isn’t supposed to be that serious.
Monday, March 18, 2013
You’re the fool that likes to burn bridges
And you’re ‘bout to burn the one ‘tween us
This is a warning to you that gets off on destruction
I’ve made better friends with fire ants on my skin
The kerosene that fumes around you will corrode you
And no one wants to be around that smell of loneliness
Of course, I won’t apologize for smiling when it happens
‘Cause I won’t longer feel taken advantage of
So the next time you light your deceitful match
It better be for a cigarette and not this bridge
Saturday, March 16, 2013
I feel content while basked in the sweet life of simplicity
But at times my mind pulls at atrocity
Despite the judging stares
With you I feel sane
And in your arms I’m safe
My soul is at ease
You’re my missing puzzle piece
Before I met you I was very confused
Thought I lost touch with reality
How is it possible for you to come from nowhere, and just fit me?
Being with you is like feeling the sun on my skin and the grass
Friday, March 15, 2013
“Uh….let me get one of them big chocolate-mel coffees,” the man at the drive thru intercom yelled into the microphone loud enough for me, sitting in my truck behind with my driver-side window down, to judge him. But, of course, it was I that need to be judged. Yes, I, because of my busy life schedule working, on-line gaming, and stuff, when I’m feeling impatient to wait for food, I go to McDouches. “I said I want one of them big carmel-choco coffees…like on the picture there.” Sitting here listening to this man was so painful that I couldn’t help but bang my head on the steering wheel. “Sir, do you mean a large coffee with caramel and chocolate in it or a large caramel mocha?” Whoever that person was working deserved employee of the month, because this was brutal. “Yeah…yeah. A big caramel macho.” The employee on the intercom snickered, “Okay sir. Will that complete your order?” I imagine that the road to purgatory was much like waiting for a slow order in a fast food drive thru. The man final drove to the window. It was my turn, finally. “Welcome to McDonald’s!” I was pretty sure I was going to get a #3 (a Quarter-pounder w/cheese)…but, “Would you like to try our new McHealthy?” is what the employee asked me. I unwillingly asked, “What is that?” She said, “It’s a lean Icelandic burger substitute on a Mongolian wheat bun.” That sounded like a code for intestinal problems. “Ah…I’ll pass. I’ll just…” but she interrupted, “Would you like to try our new McDiet?” I rolled my eyes and asked, “A McDiet?” She nodded (I think) over the intercom and said, “Yes.” I gave up, “Go on.” She eagerly continued, “Well, with our McDiet, you get a choice of one of our signature salads made fresh from our special Atlantic seaweed blend and an apple pie dessert pill…” I was over it, “No thanks. I need at #3, no onions, and a bottled-water. Can you peel the McDonald’s label off of it, please?” I was probably going to refill it all day because buying bottled-waters all day is expensive and no one needed to know I had been here. “Um….okay. Will that complete your order? Would you like…,” the employee was doing the job too well, so this needed to end. “Yes! Yes! That will complete my order!” I pushed the gas pedal down and braked immediately. The guy from earlier was still trying to pay. I could here the employee instigating this opportunity, “I’m sorry sir, but your debit card says declined again. Would you like to apply for a McCreditCard?” Someone help me. I’m in purgatory. Going to McDonalds is like going to a place where clowns shouldn’t be, considering the quality of product offered here, let’s say a funeral.
The drive to work is one of my favorite times of the day! Why? Because I get to sing and dance in my truck! Yay! Being that I have 5 jobs, I get to do it often! Yay! So, I had my Rico Suave going on this particular morning as I was getting into my truck and just as I was about to bluetooth my Spotify to my radio, my neighbor (from Episode #1) tapped on my window, which startled me and I let out a small shriek. I rolled down the window. “Sorry, to startle you, but I really need to see if this CD I burned works. It won’t play in my car.” Ugh, it was always something with him. “I don’t have a CD player in my truck.” His faced turned into something sinister. “What do you mean you don’t have a CD player. No internet? No CD? What’s wrong with you?” I really thought this was once bitchy dude. “Actually, I have internet. I’m late for work.” I was about to roll up the window and he stopped me. “I promised my wife I would make her a Best of Michelle Branch mix.” My heart swelled. “Michelle Branch? O-M-G, I love Michelle Branch!” I thought this was a convenient coincidence. “Okay, just get in my truck and we’ll find a place.” My neighbor got in and it was awkward at first, but I didn’t care because we had a serious goal to achieve. I really didn’t have the time to make a Michelle Branch playlist on Spotify or purchase the songs on ITunes between dealing with my A.D.D., playing online with Fisheater2013, and my 5 jobs, so I could upload this CD to my computer later and transfer the songs to my Iphone. “What you want to listen to?” I asked him but I was going to play whatever I wanted anyway. “You got Fine Young Cannibals?” And like that my neighbor, Nate, and I became friends. When we got to Best Buy, we got one of the geek squad members to assist us in solving our CD issue. To make certain, we tried the CD out on every CD player on display. We determined Nate’s car was the issue. We were also able to burn me a copy of this Best of Michelle Branch mix there even though my radio was too modern to play CDS. Before I dropped Nate off, I realized that I had known him for quite a while before I actually new his name. “Thanks buddy, have a good day at work,” he said as he left my truck. Then it occurred to me that I was 3 hours late for work.
Forever they are loyal to your heart
Reaching out to you when no one else can
In the roughest times they are a foundation
Ending any doubts about who you are
Never leading you to self-destruction
Demanding your best out of tough love
Sacrificing the time to be your family
As I climbed towards a light,
On the steps of my life given to me,
Struggle and weariness had compelled me to stop.
Though I was lacking might,
I ignored them and breathed freely.
Only through breathing could I make it to the top.
As I stood on this step before I went onward,
I felt compelled to look back.
The previous steps descended into a dark fiction.
Truth is what I wanted and why I must go forward.
Truth is my ambition to stay on track.
Under my feet, I found this step was named “Reflection.”
What I saw now on this step in myself,
I could not have seen then.
I looked up and the light in front of me made sense.
Fiction, with its struggle and weariness, had poisoned part of my self,
But the antidote of strength and patience always win.
I bring those two with me up the remaining steps as my defense.
As I left the step of Reflection, I knew that it would return.
It is the only step that repeats when you need to learn.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The swirling world so often throws
A twist in the path of the poet.
A trick to trick his feet in their progression.
A clump of roots rise up
And the artist grows entangled
He tumbles as a weed blown gently sideways.
He rolls, he tumbles slowly
As the grass accepts his body.
The blades running through his fingers.
Fibrous green beneath his nails.
The smell of virgin leaves
Wafts up through his nostrils.
Their chloroplasts dance gayly with the sunlight.
“O you funny blades,” he thinks
“You neither shave nor stab me."
You hold the ground in place with such persistince.
I'm sure your roots know intimately
The worms who live below.
Could you tell me all you've learned about their culture?”
He thinks of little tunnels wiggled in the earth,
Which the worms can sleep or talk or sing or think in.
Ponder to themselves
The purpose of their existence.
Develop myths that explain their brown surroundings.
Perhaps anguished or accepting of incurable doubts.
Yes the artist's fateful tumble
Becomes his very means
Of extracting art from the tricky earth below.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared as this night I walked into Blockbuster. It looked like the Ghostbusters needed to come set some ghost traps. There were stacks and stacks of DVDs piled up. I could barely see a path to walk in the store. I know what you’re thinking, “Who goes to Blockbuster when there is Netflix, Hulu, Red Box, On Demand…etc?” Someone that needs to have something immediately. That’s who. I was stressed and there’s only one thing that cured my stress: dancing. I was looking for 2 things: A dancing video game for my Wii (the console in “Episode 2” was PS3..fyi) and From Justin to Kelly. Okay, so I saw no one…What do you mean why am I renting From Justin to Kelly? I don’t think that’s important to the story. Okay. Okay. The opening dance, “The Luv (The Bounce)” is a diamond in a movie distracted by Justin Guarini’s hair and Kelly Clarkson’s short-lived acting career. Ah!! My A.D.D.! Okay, so I saw no one in the store. It was just me and the two TVs playing movie trailers. “Hello? Is anyone here?” I asked like a slasher movie victim. “The killer’s behind you,” I thought and I turned around quickly just to make sure there wasn’t a killer. I’m smart. I assumed the clerk (or whatever you call these people) was in the back doing something with movies or video games. I decided to find what I needed myself. The video game was easy. I just grabbed something that look like it would make me feel like, to quote Lil Mama: “my lip gloss was popping,” while I was dancing. I couldn’t determine if From Justin to Kelly was in Comedy or Musicals. I don’t think it’s intentionally funny though so I went to Musicals. This was difficult looking for a real movie. I mean Netflix knows me. It makes suggestions so I don’t have to look for a movie. “These are large genres, they should be narrowed down in this store,” I thought. I tripped over a stack of DVDs and all the racks in the store fell like dominoes. I panicked, jumped, and ran out of the store like a roach that felt the light come on in the kitchen. Mission Failed. I was still stressed. “Wait, I could just download From Justin to Kelly off ITunes” I thought. Why did I even go to Blockbuster? That was stupid. I bet no one was even there working anyways. “Goodbye to you, Blockbuster…From Michelle Branch.”
Monday, March 11, 2013
“You have Attention Deficit Disorder,” the doctor concluded after his series of questions. “A.D.D.” he affirmed. He laughed, “If I had a nickel…” I wasn’t sure what to think. “Really?” I asked the doctor. I had never thought that I had problems with my attention span. A-D-D. That spells ADD, I thought. What could be the connection between addition and the attention span? I never cared for math. I remember constantly getting in trouble for turning all my number 3s into Bart Simpson faces in math. The Simpsons wasn’t really one of my favorite TV shows, but…you know thinking takes a lot of energy. My head hurts a lot so I don’t like to think. It makes me tired. I don’t mind other people thinking for me, especially when it comes to voting. I lost my high school election for Secretary. I think it was because I was a guy running for the position and not a chick with big boobs. I don’t think I would ever get breast implants if I were a chick. But, you know, I do enjoy chicken sandwiches… “Hey!” the doctor yelled at me and I realized I wasn’t eating a chicken sandwich anymore. I was in the doctor’s office. “You zoned out just now. Do you need a doctor’s excuse for missing work?” He asked. “What?” I replied. “I had to work today?”
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
… and I was left behind.
Rub a dub dub, three men in a tub,
… and I was left behind.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
… and I was left behind.
All of my life I’ve been left behind
… a child without a nursery rhyme !!
Children adolesce and teens say goodbye,
Friends move on and loved ones die.
… and I was left behind.
Like the undertow that the wave forgot,
Or the drop of rain that the storm brought not,
… I was left behind.
Yes, all of my life I’ve been left behind,
… the mind of a child in a grown-up’s time.
I see the world through infant’s eyes
And empty shadows and vacant smiles.
… because I was left behind.
Sometimes the darkness encompasses the light
And my beatless heart can see only night.
… because I was left behind.
In desperation, I sought to avenge
My righteousness in this brotherhood of men.
… because I was left behind.
All of my life it was always my fault
So had to retaliate for this mental assault
…because I was left behind.
And then I discovered that revenge was not sweet;
Exactly whom was I trying to beat?
So much time wasted on trying to define
This life I was living being left behind.
So I challenged my mind, in its infant state
To make all of the bitterness just go away.
And I ultimately deceived the shallows of my mind
Giving power to the people who had left me behind.
And giving up power is never the way
To bring sparkle into a dull sunray.
You see, Jack and Jill,
They fell down that hill.
… glad I was left behind
And the three men in the tub,
Well they were all scrubs.
… glad I was left behind
And the cat and the fiddle,
Just piddled and twiddled.
… glad I was left behind.
So now I live with my head inclined,
Looking up to the people who left me behind.
Since my child-like mind , it never grew
I learned from all the things they knew.
I have seen all their trials
I have seen all their falls.
And through their mistakes
It was worth it all!
And I learned some more things that they’ll never know;
Like how to love and how to grow.
I learned how to hope
And I learned how to dream
I learned more about life
And what it all means.
I learned to be simple, and always stand tall
And I learned how to triumph in spite of it all.
I learned to enjoy each heavenly day
And how to not take someone’s heaven away.
Yes, all of my life,
The one left behind.
The one left alone
Perhaps by design.
And finally I realized
I would be just fine.
My mind sees more clearly,
And my heart’s not so blind.
My soul feels the music,
Of heavens divine!
A life of achievement
For the one left behind!!
I feel the world from inside.
The way my family and friends have fallen into my existence. It all fits perfectly into my karmic plan.
The way my family and friends have fallen into my existence. It all fits perfectly into my karmic plan.
Through space and time I continuously find myself a little more.. becoming ever closer to the wise man.
The little hardship I experience is nothing compared to most, but still are strong tests of now. You must go down to find a more balanced way to get higher.
From the sky she speaks to me, tells me So many things. He shows up in my dreams and resides just behind my tongue. The love I feel inside for this life is ever growing and will eventually shine out and show the way.
As I take in the natural gifts of inspiration from the world around me, I change bit by bit. Once I know and am the wise man I believe is inside, things will forever be grounded. Knowing this gives the me of now, comfort and stability.
My essence is growing and expanding and with this new expansion I may pass on fragments of this energy to others. For it is not only my journey to 'know' my wise man but to assist others in knowing theirs.
Nirvana is within all and has been the entire time. No longer search for happiness in objects and forms. Look instead within, you create the euphoria and you create the blocks that keep you from it.
Friday, March 8, 2013
a luminous sight
searing with might
on this glorious night
so heavenly bright
steady in flight
a fluttering sprite
dancing in spite
of endearing height
in glittering white
the shadows you fight
with an arrogant bite
a spirited way
all on display
on this beautiful day
so pretty in play
in delicate sway
a flapping jay
keeping at bay
the dampening spray
in feathery grey
on wicked you prey