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F.D.D. (Friendship Deficit Disorder) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

F.D.D. (Friendship Deficit Disorder)
Feeling like you don’t have enough friends Feeling like you are unimportant without a crowd… …poor you
You must be suffering from F.D.D. Friendship Deficit Disorder… …diagnosis in
That’s when you are a bit too shallow To see, you’re friendships aren’t too deep… …dig deeper
Get rid of all those unfaithful competitors Cure yourself with a few loyal friends… …deficit to surplus

Shine, Baby, Shine! (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"Shine, Baby, Shine!"
I believe you got what those others lack Baby, shine, ‘cause you are just too fine
Let that gossip roll off your back Nothing sticks to your kinda design
Those others will try to get you off track But your appearance and personality combine
For you I will pick up any, any slack And wait for you to send me a sign

The King and the Emperor (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)

"The King and the Emperor" Tracking sand
From a distant land,
The Emperor has appeared. This magnificent man
Extended his hand,
Hoping the King would come near. "This heart is well fed."
The King then read
As his eyebrows began to rise. "What needs repair
In a heart so rare?"
Toward the Emperor he glides. "I am the King."
The Monarch declared
Accepting the Emperor's hand. As he deeply stared
Into his heart--
Eyes flanked by rose strands. "I look into the hearts of men,
Women, nations, and tribes.
Whatever be your heart's desire
I am sure to surmise." "You do not know what it is I need!"
The Emperor replied as a taunt. He softened, "It is too protected for most to perceive:
It is your heart that I want."

21st Century Problems: A.D.D. Strikes Again (#14)-Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

21st Century Problems: A.D.D. Strikes Again (#14)"
There are 50 states that make up the United States. I am not sure how Puerto Rico and Washington DC fit into this…but sometimes both are considered the 51st state. But I guess we kinda have 52 states. Can you imagine trying to get 52 people to agree on something. I can barely get 4 of my friends to agree on Whataburger or Canes. Canes usually wins because those succulent chicken fingers. They make me want to dance. They make me want to Harlem Shake…unfortunately I’ve never been to Harlem nor am I sure they like to shake. I did go to New York City one time and I took the subway to 42nd street. I thought I was near Times Square, but actually I was in the Brooklyn, so the 42nd street was different there. I am not sure there is 42nd Street in Brooklyn actually. When I got off the subway with this random group of women, I was reminded of the Cosby show…not as classy as the Huxtables, but we can only strive to be Claire Huxtable. What …

Be Bold, But Not Too Bold, We’ve Got Plenty Time (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

“Be Bold, But Not Too Bold, We’ve Got Plenty Time”
You finally left that woman that used you for your money So now save your money for building your castle You can now laugh at the next crying foolish man with her BE BOLD… …but not too bold You left So everything is on the right track for you right now
You finally left that man that bruised your beautiful body Now you can apply your makeup with confidence and truth You beat that weak little man at his own mind games BE BOLD …but not too bold You left So everything is on the right track for you right now
We’ve got plenty of time to find loving people who love us back

My First Time (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"My First Time"
It was our first time together and also my first time ever and, just like all of you that have been in this situation, I was scared of what everyone would think, but I went with that first touch that sent my body tingling with pleasure. The way his hand caressed the back of my neck. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Blood heated. Breaths deep. Bodies waiting.
My lips leaned in met and his lips. A magnetic spark turned into a slight nibble on each other’s lips. Hot breaths, sweet and sensual. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off the t-shirt from his body, smooth, warm, beautiful flesh. I wanted this. I wanted this so bad. My soul erected.
It must of have been when his tongue licked my neck and sent electricity up my face, my brain seizured with ecstasy. Was it the fear of this sensation that held me back this long? What would they think if they saw me like this, my eyes rolled in the back of my head? Trembling skin.
Our jeans were off and then our underwear. O…

Sonnet to My Body (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"A Sonnet to My Body"
My brown eyes are like chocolate kisses in the June sun Melted milk chocolate with coconut or almonds They are almost as sweet as my Honey Buns (Google says no words rhyme with almonds)
My sexy man-lingerie makes me giggle and sing My man lips could enflame The Human Torch I would let myself massage my toffee-colored man body like a king I’d fuck myself under the June moon on a manly porch
If only I were a newborn house fly on my wall My compound eyes gaze at my naked hips as I lay Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, I vainly call But I ignore myself, my wings stop, I die at the end of the day
But like a zombie my man scent brings me back I find myself, I talk to me, and we fuck next to a bike rack
As a matter of fact my body needs four more lines So, I look myself into my eyes and see all the glory And me and myself smoke a cigarette throwing away all my parking fines ‘Cause the future of my body is worth more than a 18-line story

As a Teenager I Wanted to be the Ouachita River (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

“As a Teenager I Wanted to be the Ouachita River”
As a teenager, it was the days I’d park my truck by Forsythe Park When I would go to the Ouachita River to sit on the banks I dreamed I would become that river because it flowed freely It rejected being stuck between the Twin Cities that didn’t get along There were days I wished I would fall into that observant River I’d float on down the river passing right under I-20 waving goodbye Mixing with the spirit of Arkansas transporting life further south Mostly dreaming of escaping the tight clutches of ignorance
As an adult, I realized even more so the beauty of the Ouachita River It made see the true good-willed values of my very own home It was the energy in my home and others that the good in humanity resided The good energy of the Ouachita River was in many, many of our homes
Even though the manipulative spirit of segregation lurked outside the home I realized that the Ouachita River glued the lives of many together I realized any …

Oh Holy Lord (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)

"Oh Holy Lord"
Holy, Holy, oh glorious lord deliver me from my atrocious errs unbind my soul from all offenses
Blessed, Blessed, oh hallowed lord grant me answers to my prayers let me be your faithful witness
Praise you, Praise you, oh sacred lord I come before u, humbled and desperate and beg to be near you in your lenity
Gracious, Gracious, oh cherished lord give me wisdom to know my fate and accept my purpose with serenity

Go For it (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)

"Go For It" When getting your way
Means getting
In
The way, Does that mean
You shouldn't want
What you want? Do you choose
Yourself or
Make priority
Someone else When you know
You are the best
For the job? At the end of the day,
I choose not to delay The acceptance that,
For once,
I finally come first.

Festival (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"Festival"
Celebrating life Should be our number one priority Unless you are spiritual You only have one life to live
When the Festival comes It’s our green light to be ourselves
We forget our problems We forget our jobs And we live
All of the people All of the music All of the food All of the excitement
Off to the Festival To let go and have fun
We are all friends at the Festival And I can't wait to see you there

21st Century Problems: Be Careful Who U Sext…I mean Text (#13) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"21st Century Problems: Be Careful Who U Sext…I mean Text (#13)"
So I meant to send this really naughty text message to Terry in hopes that maybe I could catch him at a weak moment and we make up (sexually) and Terry would be my FTM boyfriend again. This is the text message I sent:
Are u feeling dirty? How bout a shower for 2 at my place 2night? I can work u out real good.
Unfortunately, the text message went to my mother instead of Terry. Who responded:
This is ur mother. Make sure u shower ur brain real good and watch the “send” button more closely.
My game is off. I need those Justin Bieber dating videos to come in. ASAP.

For Your Grace (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)

"For Your Grace"
I chose not to lead the way or be the focus of intent yet here I reside, all on display for all to see as I repent
I cannot be a perfect spirit as long as I am bound in sin I hence feel I’m deemed unfit for a fight I can’t, alone, win
I pray with passion to see a promising path of grace where my people can live free and our holy father, embrace
Give me strength not to fall on grievous acts against you help me hear my lord’s next call and know your words, alone, are true
I follow where you lead my heart I give myself to absorb your love and from evil, set myself apart I patiently await your guidance from above

North Louisiana Has Parishes Too (Last Time I Checked) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"North Louisiana Has Parishes Too"
Where you from? You don’t sound like you’re from ‘round here,” the man from South Louisiana with his swampy accent asked me.
I said in my country accent, “Swartz. Outside of Monroe.”
Ah, you’re a Yankee,” he said to me.
I strutted past the man and said:
Last time I checked, North Louisiana had parishes too. So exactly what makes you more Louisianan than me? Last time I checked, I ain’t no Yankee. We celebrate Mardi Gras, we have spirituality, we have family values, we have crawfish, we are integrated in some areas and segregated in others. We study French, we hunt, we love to cook, and love our trucks. We make up words and put the emphasis on the wrong syllables, just like you. And we love our children no matter what they grow up to be. So, Mr. South Louisiana, how ‘bout you respect me and I respect you.”
 The man from South Louisiana was my ally, but right now, he wasn’t my friend. I couldn’t believe one of my own kind was hatin’ on m…

Trans (Anonymous-Louisiana)

Trans
Upon meeting A young boy working at Wendy’s, taking orders and preparing food, you wouldn’t know from the smile on his face and warm greeting that he was suffering. He had GID (Gender Identity Disorder) along with an unrealistic knowledge of sex change operations. GID is a conflict between a person’s physical gender and the gender he or she identifies as (PubMed Health). Being a male and identifying as a female was not easy for me. Looking down and seeing the wrong parts made me feel sad. I’ve been battling with my family, myself, and society over these feelings. Feeling like a girl trapped in a boy’s body was something I could always relate to. Growing up, I was more attracted to dolls and dresses than footballs and jerseys. When I would think of my adult self, I would see a woman.This led me to wonder about what it would be like to be a girl. Having cousins that were girls, I would always go to their house and play barbies. Sometimes, we would play dress up, and I always enjoye…

Rising Hope (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)

"Rising Hope"
With my face in the ground despair had risen into me Losing hope, thinking I was bound I felt I did not have strength to be
The wind then whistled a whispering sound I hold my breath and open my eyes to see My first glimpse of hope, winged and crowned stood before me and asked me not to flee
Only then did I breathe a new scent darkness cleared and I stumbled not again I noticed soon, a light above, perfectly bent into my heart, I savored all the love within
I looked upon another fallen face imprint covered him with lilies and saw his darkness thin When he began to rise, I felt I had been sent to relay a cherished hope, one day he would win

Harakiri (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)

"Harakiri" Opening up
And spilling your guts
Can feel like
Harakiri. It's an honorable way,
A fantastic display,
To prove that you are not empty. Opening up
And spilling your guts
May feel like
Harakiri. It's the samurai way,
A public display,
That proves that you are not empty.

Memory on the Horizon: A Different Depiction (Taylor Coen-Lafayette, LA)

"Memory on the Horizon: A Different Depiction"
Sushi for three On a Tree in school There are daring cops Who Teach Us About jumping off of the diving board Up the house from the Storm Comes marching down the hall everyday I sing a merry tune in my head to distract the negative Thoughts running through the mind while the words dance across the pages Sit there as blank as ever due to the block O’ cheese sent for Christmas Time is the time I used to enjoy but now has just become havoc Kids running amuck drive me insane to no end Of the street is where I get ice cream from Baskin Robins Chirp that joyful song that everyone knows Pokes out in front of my face to where I can’t see around it Never ends on the Merry Go Round The Mulberry Bush on Easter Sunday I go to Church and enjoy Passover The bread for I need to get fatter

We, Single Gentlemen (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

We laugh at the needy men who claim to be gentlemen We roll our eyes at the men who need lovers as property We are gentlemen who not only have penises, but have brains
We shake our heads at the men who use sex to mark their territory We know we shouldn’t raise any children we can’t father We are gentlemen who may are single by choice, no desperation here
We hold the door open, stand up for what’s right, exude confidence We aren’t afraid of emotion and have no problem with your affection We are gentlemen who work hard for the future, setting standards
We are self-made and quite charming to be around, just ask We are men who know ourselves well enough to live our one life We are gentlemen who will marry when we please, quite comforting
We have the patience to wait for our right handsome king or queen, We sit on the thrown ready to reign our ambitious kingdom We are gentlemen who play Chess while others play Checkers

Ferris Wheel (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)

“Ferris Wheel” Bright lights
And high heights: Enter the Ferris wheel. “I hope it stops when
When we reach the top.” Rise in the Ferris wheel. Astronomy like
A canopy: Apex of the Ferris wheel. A kiss to last
As a star moves past. "It stopped for you and me. . ."

21st Century Problems: A.D.D., Work, and Sh*t Part 2 (#12) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"21st Century Problems: A.D.D., Work, and Sh*t Part 2 (#12)"
I feel like I was on a very, very long lunch break, but I took a shit and it cleared mind.
Job #3: YoguLand Shift 2 (2:00 PM)
“Do you have anymore hot fudge?” Someone was asking me a question, but I wasn’t paying attention. I am thinking about my life and how I feel like I need some sort of change. Maybe I should venture out from Michelle Branch. I need some new kind of music to inspire me. Hmmmm…..what could it be? “Hello! Are you listening to me?” the person continues talking to me, but I was distracted weighing pieces of Reese’s peanut butter cups. Who could be my new musical inspiration?
Job #4: Hot Dogs (4:30 PM)
Hot Dogs was pretty close to being the worst of jobs, but they paid well for me to stand on the side of the road in a Chihuahua costume holding a hot dog and waving. They claimed that this helped get them business for dinner, because they believed that people don’t often think of hot dogs as a dinner…

Fighting (Ted A. Richard-Church Point, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"Fighting" 
Through the calm of the midnight air I can feel the torture of faint whispering. Then soon the whispers develop a life of their own. The whispers become louder and I can feel that Something big is about to happen. Yes, it’s definitely a storm! And I anxiously sit and wait for the “main event” I’ve got front row seats from my front porch window. It’s the mighty oak trees fighting the wind, It’s the newly blossomed iris fighting for water, It’s the robin red-breasts fighting for its young, And it’s the swift current fighting the tides. I had never realized that fighting could be so silent.
But I choose to fight for my life and yours loudly It’s the suffering of poor families fighting for food and shelter, It’s the innocent children kept alive; fighting to be killed slowly by politics, It’s the boy fighting to be a girl and the girl fighting to be a boy It’s the voiceless majority fighting to be heard
I am no longer sitting on my porch watching I am now in the “r…

7 Days in Hell (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

"7 Days in Hell"
To Hell Is where I went when I was feeling Rejected, Infected, By the life I never asked for And the life those who judged me Said had no place in heaven
The first day On the road to Hell Always seems glamorous But the glamour starts to fade By the end of the second day It’s the third day when most are captured When the hallucinations really take hold
There is only a short window of time In which one can travel down the multiple paths From Hell to Earth Most never make it back in time It only takes three days to be stuck in patterns, craziness Few, like myself, are able to navigate beyond the third day Between the realms of Earth and Hell
The fourth day in hell Begins a deep period of paranoia and horror The fifth day in hell Is when isolation sets in and the deterioration begins By the sixth day in hell The reality of flesh is dying with the mind It is near a permanent state of misery
Hell is where I went Determined to find pleasure in loneliness I …