My high road leads to  ...                                                               LOVE                                   that’s the center                                        of my universe                                                                              ...not another human being.

When I’m at war I look for the shining star The one with light so bright It guides me in the night Some say that things come with time That life has no rhythm. No rhyme. Unbeknown to some No need to look, the answers come I just look for the thrice sign It will always align For I hadn’t sought Only formed a thought The universe guided me With what my mind is open enough to see

In between the world and my sanctuary I get stuck in traffic. Just want to hear you call me baby. Just want to know you still exist and that nothing has come between you and me in the last couple of hours… but space and time. Nothing else can separate us. I don’t like to make things too simple. I don’t tend to ignore the more symbolic emotions. Nothing is taken lightly. You are more to me than a lover. I want a full heart from you…a full mind filled with ideas and poetry and art and arguments and understanding. With you. In between the world and my sanctuary I get lonely. Mostly because I forget that I’m not alone. I listen and sing along with my poets on disk. Sit there and remember where I was and recognize where I am. What I had and what I have. And I have to smile. Even with tears in my eyes. In between the world and my sanctuary I am compelled to make myself available and open for people who have no sanctuary of their own. It complicates life, but gives me a purpose. I’m not just ...

I pledge allegiance to the United States The place that has led me to feel like A second class citizen Sisters are fighting wars “there” Just to return, not treated like women, but instead like A second class citizen Brothers are fighting to love “here” For a legal piece of paper that doesn’t even say, “I love you” A second class citizen Second class citizens That vote like we should Second class citizens That (for the most part) obey laws We’re second-rate currencies So our tax money shouldn’t be good here

To all things I said “yes’ to, now, that’s “no” And to the things I said “no” to, probably “yes” I had said yes to our love when I met you I should have said no until you knew me And this would have been to protect to you From what happens when I eat Adam’s poisoned apple It’s difficult to watch your loved one do things purely And you can’t do those same things, cause of the poison You wish you could so badly give your lover the pleasures he deserves Like others can, unless you really have LOVE, that true pleasure All my lover has to do is offer me an antidote for life dissatisfaction I would thank my lover, but I may never get the chance again Its all fun and games when you think your playing Monopoly But in the real game of Life, you can’t pass GO more than once.

“Is she said dead?” He asked HER I have never had a family unit That has come to understand me As a teenager, I ran away to be free I sacrificed rejection to live happily But when I loved out of foolishness Jumping back into rejection full-heartedly Where many others were waiting readily “She’s been beaten bad. I can’t see her noise.” The other guy said HER My love casket held my leftover waste My body, accepted the earth, lifelessly Except, no one whispers that I’m chaste “No just raped violently.” The other guy said. “Another one dead”

Oh I feel for you poor women ... Especially, if you have a tampon in your vagina right now My heart goes out to all women that must think about that discomfort But I think I’ll keep my penis because it thinks about my comfort And …Kisha says she like my penis too

She and I are riding in a car together. She is wearing a light pink bikini and she has a pregnant lady’s belly. She is driving, but the steering wheel is on the right and I am a passenger on the left. We have agreed to travel to a hot springs spot in the country. After riding for a while, we come to a toll bridge but instead of each lane stretching by a booth with an attendant to accept the toll, each lane ends at a different type of fast food restaurant. There are a couple burger joints, a pizza place and one fast food place I’d never seen or heard of before. She knows which type of fast food she wants, but I can’t make up my mind, so I get out of the car and tell her that I’ll catch up with her later. Somehow I know the last restaurant is a mixture ... of all the other fast food places and all of a sudden my decision isn’t so hard, and I choose that last restaurant, the one I’d never heard of or seen before but somehow knew was a combination of all the other fast food joints mixe...

If an enemy put a bullet to our heads, Before our bodies hit the ground We would let out one last breath saying “Fool, our words will live forever now.”

I see you in the mirror and I like what I see Your beautiful eyes, they tear into me No reason to doubt, but believing your eyes made me blind to your corroded disguise And I don't know why but memories, memories of your eyes. No, I don't know why but memories, memories.... memories, memories.... I lie awake next to you listenin' to that tainted rain and I build the wall higher that keeps me in pain In an insane haze of diluted dreams even a bright burnin' candle is not what it seems It may be safety, but to me it's hell's fire teasin' me with all the things that I desire But I can't have them because I deny myself the right to ask the question 'why' I carry my little piece of midnight, in a little white handbag Sometimes it gets so heavy, it makes my shoulders sag Your sunrise comes to me in forgotten ways But that little piece of midnight always stays Lookin' at you in a neurotic sunset I'm driftin' throug...

There is no way a love interest of hers could not fall madly in love with the version of herself that I'm lucky enough to see.   Her love of 80s music and seriousness about it.   I love when she completely lets herself go into uninhibited silliness that would never be shown to a lover. Which is a shame because her smile, so bright as it is, is dimmed by how bright her soul shines. It's the kind of beauty that resonates in your bones. Lovers would surely feel a rush of love seeing the girl in her pure form. They would never leave. I know this, because in that moment, I myself, feel in love with her.

Behind the keyboard, I can paint you a picture with words. Eloquently draw out a sad, but true story. Love lost. Love found. Life lessons. Comedy. Horror. My canvas derives directly from the technological advances of the 21st century. No more personal than a twenty dollar hooker from the four corners. But it's all mine. For the world to see. Next time, I'll mail you my story. It'll probably get lost, but its the thought that counts. To whom it may concern: my life is not for you to judge. But for you to witness. Painted pretty on that HD LCD screen you spent my entire months paycheck on. And tomorrow, you will forget every last word and ill be but a distant memory lost in cyber space. Only to be rummaged up by some child researching online blogs for his research project. And when I'm old and grey, I'll only have the words I wrote for the world to witness. For I wrote down my thoughts, relevant or not.

Two hearts that beat for guidance.    no longer grieved for acceptance.    forced to live in a stone paved society.    They convinced themselves to deprive humanity.    As one they would protest;  an unforgiving action.    Their hearts gave into a solitude arrest and forgave religion.    They wore the father in honor for all who judged.    The  holy ghost that sailed their blood was smudged.    They drowned together by bricks created from shame.    For their innocent male to male love was to blame.    They were accused of false love;  A degraded sexuality.    Ignored screams of their lifestyle; A haunted fatality.    Their once angelic souls, tonight, turned vile.    Their tears praised each others reflection in denial.    The vessel that once stored their pride was being set free.    In the wind they lifted w...

We are very excited to introduce a new contributor to Louisiana Words.  Ingrid is a beautiful, brilliant soul who produces fine work. She is a writer, song writer and musician.  And those are just some of her talents.  Welcome Ingrid!

It was time for bed now.   After this day, I needed all the rest I could get.   Not only was I jet lagged, but now I had to face this wedding in less than two days.   Chris came into my room.   He sat on the edge of the bed.   He put his head in his hands and began to rub his face.                  He said, “I love her.”                 “Like you love me?”                 “Don’t be like that.” “What you expect from me? To be amazingly happy that you found someone to marry? To just stand here while you marry someone else? What happened to forever and always? What happened to us against the world? How do I come into play in all of this? Huh, Chris?” “You know I love you more than anything in this world.   And I would...

Like Alice, it all started with a dream, Softly spoken words in dawn's purple light, Landed on the pillow for just long enough to ... Break my soul in two with thundering might! "Where residest now thou? " Schism, though it was, left me for a fool Thinking that I'll mend the dissonance of two! I reached down in the toolbag as to find the wrench, To remove the ego's sordid, caustic stench. But Norns had a different task at hand in mind, Wrench before my very eyes turned into the dust. "Can you see the chasm gaping 'tween the two? Do you dare to take the plunge for her who will then, Mercurial as all nymphs are, vanish in the end?? " 'Though I dared not think, as true as it may be, Temptress, with her haunting eyes, peered invitingly! "Jump! JUMP!! I promise you the beauty, the splendor, the love that consumes and burns to the bone! Cupid's arrow?!? Mere trifle, child's play. Empyrean love ...