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.


Saturday, August 31, 2013

My Guardian Angel's Bed (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


“I want you in my bed”
He said to me in sincerity
The phone call came when
I was in the middle of my shift
As a dancer at the Lost Angel
A bar near the lake of fire
I had a made a pact with Lucifer
In order to protect my family
Other angels weren’t as aware as me
Though I had to learn seduction to save them
I was the best one at it, it pained God
But I was God’s spy and very loyal
But the pay of the job kept me employed
Much longer than I had intended
“You should be with one person”
He spoke again, Stefan, he was the one
The call came when I was on break
I was sitting on a flaming couch
Fire no longer burned me, my wings scorched
Yet still beautiful and ready to take flight
“My senses are weak, how will I find you?”
I frantically used my smell, my sight weak
He was close but I wasn’t certain
With all my might, I left the Lost Angel
I flew into the sky, ash falling from my wings
When I got outside his house outside the Gates
I could see heaven over the moon
Neither I nor Stefan were ready for liberation
Though our union could set that path
I banged on the door and he opened it
He was the sexiest angel I had ever seen
He had skin burns like me, but long healed
He was brushing his teeth and told me go to his bed
“You’re too beautiful to be dancing for Him”
I sat and stared, wondering why this angel cared
I was too guarded, too burned, to believe him
“I want you in my bed, I watched you for 900 years”
I gasped. What did he mean? Was he for real?
His face seemed sincere and then grabbed me
He kissed me and I weakened and I healed
The ashes of my wings began to become white, feathery
I looked at his arms and, there, in front of my face
Was a tattoo of me. He was my guardian angel.
All the pain I carried was gone and I saw my husband
I laid in bed with him and fit into him like a puzzle piece

(to be continued)

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