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Someday is Tonight (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

In life, we think we can just wait  To be the person we seek to be  We sit at night thinking: "someday" "Oh God, when will that day come?" We often get no response  Because we're looking for God  In the places that one waits to fall We shouldn't wait to soar high We shouldn't wait for that someday I write that this "someday" is tonight

Rhythm Nation (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA & Louis ToliverJr-Monroe, LA)

This is our "symphony of feelings" Ludeau says face all your dealings  And Louis says seize the day Don't let your life get away
Louisiana take the lead Make these other watchers read Mowing over hate  Making them haters constipate- Ed. You know, Mr. Ed? Horses, can't talk, stup-ed
A horse is a horse  So we have no remorse  For ignorance  Our nation deserves balance 
We pledge allegiance to the rhythm  Not this broken political system  Our nation deserves to dance  Let's find our beat and take a stance 
Louisiana let's make this song  Not gonna be behind for long  A real man...he educates  Making us all be like Bill Gates  Silly country, Trix are for kids  Let's do whatever heaven bids 
We can fly high into the sky  Be angels that never die Rejecting any ignorance  Giving our nation balance 
We pledge allegiance to the rhythm  Not this broken political system  Our nation deserves to dance  Let's find our beat and take a stance 

Skeletons in the Closet: Part 1 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Once upon a time, there lived a young boy who lived what he thought to be a happy life with his father and mother. His mother worked at home and did domestic work as a good wife did. She never left the house. His father was not home much, nor spent much time with the boy, as he often traveled for work, and he worked hard as a good father did. There was only one rule for the household when father wasn't home: Never go into the father's bedroom closet. 
The mother, nor young boy, had ever been in the father's closet. But this particular day, while the boy was playing alone, he heard a strange noise from his parents’ bedroom. His mother was busy doing chores so she wasn't mindful of him, as always. The boy crept up the stairs to his parents’ room and saw his father’s large closet door. He went to turn the knob; he was certain that's where the noise was coming from. It was locked. It wouldn't budge. 
Normally, the boy would dare not to test his curiosity, but his fat…

Jesus Was a Capricorn? ( Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

I get so sick of the fake  Agitating my mind when I wake  They want to confuse me  Ignoring all the truth I see 
They talk of Santa Clause  And flying reindeer don't have paws  All the scary terrorists  Running around the forests
Virgins sometimes give birth On this "only" planet like earth  Let me just take a pill  All depressions have appeal 
I'm a fool even to use rhymes  When the fake just want my dimes 

A Symphony of Feelings: In The Midnight of My Imagination (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

Our love brought me to heaven then you watched me fall fell out of love such a long way down was down on my knees alone in the dark through darkness and despair almost felt beyond repair a symphony of feelings set my heart back into motion hurt, strength devotion, humility love, trust desire, joy i found what i needed to get me through a dark night of my soul a journey literally through hell now i'm born again figured out only faith would lift me back up now i am back on my feet dancing to the beat that grows from inside my soul forgiven and forgotten i walk alone in peace faith calling me home lifting me up love basked in the midnight of my imagination never imagined i could love and accept myself at one point i was so lost in being what i thought you needed me to be i've embraced my flaws healed my scars i can now be my own fire when all the lights go out

Come Back to Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Come back to me, My Friends Please, and let's make amends Forgive me for losing my way  Open your heart and let me repay 
I can never justify changing My mind was just rearranging I profess that you are constant  Let your love be forever tolerant 
Come back to me, My Friends Please, and let's make amends

Alright (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Gonna be alright  Gonna do what's right  With all our mighty might  We're gonna be alright 
Not messing with anyone Just trying to make life fun  Just shining our light  We're gonna be alright 
Gonna be alright  Gonna do what's right  With all our mighty might  We're gonna be alright

Messiah (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

Messiah or Pariah save me? entomb me? your spell cast can it last breathe a new breath into my lungs will i wake up anew? i won't get to the end of my days saying i wasn't amazed crazed by my love for you the flame flickers will you wake up to find that you love me too? is the best we can do? tattered and torn we led wicked lives until we found each other you, the day i, the night a fight with all of our might to grow like a vine covering a fence sometimes squeezing the air out of the room around us we do this dance in the dark with your words you cut me down the middle you fuck me up a little but you come back with arms open hoping that i'll lay back in them and in my mind i already have so what if my body just follows suit? you can win the fight i'll take the war i'll wear the scar this living for love heaven above hell below what's left to show? when you give your all and you free fall into the abyss unable to resist i will love you until my eyes close forever never not living for love

The Devil May Pray (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

i think somewhere along the way the devil had to pray not to keep my soul he played the role of savior my behavior certainly deserved of being cast into hell but he cast a spell knowing damn well that i belonged with the angels in the ether the unknown was meant to be my home the stars in the sky the answers to why it all appears in my head sometimes black sometimes red don't know why but i'm attracted to the dark knowing i'm a spark that could set this whole world ablaze living my days like each one could be my last seeing past what others judge me for sometimes stumbled tumbled but i dust myself off and adjust my crown back on my head my story's not written not over there's something to say when you make the devil pray got something special within my soul could i escape all harm if i just laid here in your arms could i cast a spell that you can't undo could i make you love me too teach me how to pray i'm on my knees that anything or anyone interests me more than myself narcissist in disbelief s…

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Boys Get Scared: Part 4 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"This is the point where we call the police, right?" Jake breathed heavily. Kevin stood, looking in the refrigerator, shaking. "This is the point where we call the fucking police, right?!" Jake emphasized loudly.
The doorbell rang. Kevin and Jake froze. The doorbell rang again. Jake peaked around the kitchen counter to the living room. He saw red and blue lights flashing outside, through the glass of the upper front door. 
The doorbell rang twice abruptly. Kevin darted out of the kitchen to the front door, while Jake peeped around hesitantly. Kevin opened the door and a cop was standing there with his gun pointing to Kevin. 
"I was patrolling the street, received a call that a boy's screams were heard? Back up, boy!" The cop forced himself inside. Kevin backed up quickly and Jake came out of the kitchen with his hands up. "Who's house is this?!"
"Mine, Sir," Kevin said shaking. 
"Where's the other boy?" The cop asked.

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S.O.S. (Grab the Rope)-(Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Hello down there!  I can't come any further down I don't have the spiritual equipment  And I don't want to also drown
It's pretty dark down there  I understand your current fear  But I need you to reach up  Grab the rope, I'm casting near 
Plenty rope to touch rock bottom  So listen to my voice and find it  Don't be afraid of what's up here  It's much better than this dark pit 
Believe in this rope, and yourself  Leave this dark place and live  I don't know how long I can wait  Quickly be your own friend, and forgive 

Lonely (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Time to put the rhymes aside  Be truthful to you right now  'Cause God knows I've felt lonely 
It's something we all carry inside  It's what makes us an individual  Loneliness is a part of daily life 
But let's change how we think  Of the way see loneliness earthly Could it be that we are self-sufficient?
Maybe not, but we are all lonely  Born from womb, dead by tomb Watch how you spend loneliness 
This determines our rise or fall.

Escapade (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Take my hand  Let's take this land  Adventure awaits us We don't need no bus  Let's get to walking  While haters are just talking  It's me and you  No need to be blue  Don't let our lives fade  Our love is like an escapade 
Es-ca-pade  We'll have a good time  Where our dreams are made  Ain't gotta spend a dime  Just me with you  Loyal to the present  Just me with you  The past, just a scent  Let's get our future laid  Our love is an escapade 

Miss You Much (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

For all those times  I stumbled to your door  For all these times  You loved me a bit more 
I'll never forget how  You held me close to your chest I'll never forget how  You made me my absolute best 
Though I'm never good with my words and such 
I just want you to know that I really miss you much

Putting Makeup on Two Faces (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"Oh me, oh my, you sure look ugly today," the mirror said to me. "Must be mighty hard putting makeup on your two faces."
"A pretty left face.  A hideous right face. How could a man look upon others with such delusion?
Are you YOU? Are you THEM?
I'm you're mirror. I'm you're best friend. I tell the the "truth", while you're eyes "lie."  
A little blush for the bruises on your right face. 
The shine on your left face seems a little dull. 
Either way, pick a face. Both seem fake to me. Haha."

Boys Get Scared Too: Part 3 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"So..." Jake stared at the phone and then looked at Kevin. "You and Lucas must be pulling a joke on me...cause, yeah. We can stop now."
" and Lucas are pulling a joke on me," Kevin returned the accusation.
They both thought for a second and yelled together, "Lucas!" They went in the backyard to the pool, but there was no Lucas to be found nor any ripples in the pool. 
"Lucas! Where the hell are you?" Kevin yelled again. He looked at Jake.
"Where can a naked teenage boy go but inside the house, right?" Jake asked. 
After what seemed like hours went by searching and searching. There was still no signs of Lucas. Then the phone rang again.
Kevin picked up the phone, "Lucas! Stop fucking around, man!"
"This isn't Lucas," the sinister voice laughed. "He tastes good. Want some?" 
"What are you talking about?" Kevin asked and then put he phone on speaker. 
"His testicle was the best par…

What Have You Done for Me Lately? (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Giving me all the things I don't need  Upon your hand, I no longer feed So what, you give me money So what, you call me "Honey" When is your love gonna start? When do I get your real heart? Hold me  Console me  Accept me  Love me  Are you listening to my plea?  The bond of us is all I want to be  So ask yourself, greatly What have you done for me lately?

Death Became Him (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Another dusk came as he laid in his coffin, dreaming: a nightmare that he once lived but failed to breathe. He loved no one. He didn't know how. He never cared to. Didn't learn love as a kid. And so, no one loved him. How could they? He lived too busy in sin to be in love or loved. Now, forever in death, he lie restless full of hate, stuck in the earth, wondering if he were in heaven or hell, rotting and rotting as Death became him. Death was him. A dirty soul. His fate was now the meat of worms.

Gossip Boy (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

As I walk down the hallway of life, I hear the whispers of all the voices that don't know me. Maybe if I hadn't cut class today, I would have shown them there's more to my body...I have a brain. Standing at my locker, I can't remember my combination because "slut" is written on my locker. My actions set me up to be labeled, but I am just a distraction from others' selves. 
I look to my left and see fingers pointing back at me. I look right and see eyes glaring at me. What is a boy supposed to do when gossip rules his life? My judgers stares rape me, only truth can save me, but no truth will take my side. Lies have shaped the halls of my future and now I must navigate through darkness to be a light of truth. But until then, I'm just your gossip boy.

Rebel Heart (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

under my chest it beats some people think i don't have one narcissistic by nature wanting to be seen doesn't mean that i don't feel in fact i feel insecure most of the time which is why i want to entertain you deep down in my Rebel Heart i know in the depths i've grown i'm less attached to things that once consumed me i feel the earth around me i sense the sun on my face i have a Rebel Heart and it beats loudly proudly through the chaos that i create to mask how i really feel who am i to decide what should be done? i'm still not sorry for who i've been it's been a journey and the humility falls on me like rain i'm not even who i thought what i showed my ass more than my feelings my dealings were superficial but i want to rip it out my Rebel Heart from my chest and fling it at you blood splatter shock factor just to prove to you that i am but a boy.... seeking love with my Rebel Heart set me apart from the rest no longer have to be best just have to be me be free from what you think my Rebel …

A Flock of Birds (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

a flock of birds hovering above and how could you cage something that knows how to fly? a flock of birds that's how i see this love the alchemy that exists between us it arrives next thing you know it's gone fly on and i wish you well whether we work out or not in the dark you're like the wind i feel you but i can not see you just a presence on my skin a magic a layer in the world i just can't describe spread your wings and fly over me and it may break my heart or it may set me apart but this love i feel will set me free in some way whatever comes to me i welcome it i embrace your embrace and if it lasts it does and if it doesn't it doesn't but in my head i'll never forget how it felt i'm open vulnerable pure true my heart is a flock of birds and for now i've landed on you

Crueler Intentions: Part 2 (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

The showers were steaming and the boys were talking about the new second string freshman quarterback, Tino, who was showering seductively singing to himself. “I wanna dance with somebody….with somebody who…worships me,” he grinned and soaped his back side.
The boys continued gossiping, “So that’s Tina Novac’s little brother?”
“Yes,” Winston peeped around the lockers and glanced at Tino showering.
“Man, Tina is a bitch,” one of the boys reminisced.
“Was a bitch,” another player corrected. “Tina was a bitch.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Freddy, the senior running back, commented. “He’s good.”
The boys were interrupted, “Ah, I’m a wet dream looking like a daydream,” Tino dried off a little and then let his towel fall to the ground, walking over to the group of guys. “What are you talking about? Me, I would suppose,” Tino looked over to Winston.
“Why don’t you put some clothes on,” Winston stepped out of the pack and in front of Tino.
“Awe, I’m making the star quarterback uncomf…

The Director (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

You're watching me  I'm watching you watch me  Being in front of the camera Can't be for me without purpose As an actor, Im not really acting  My gift, seeing fragmented reality  I must piece the puzzle together  I'm part of the puzzle I have no script for my life  I'm going to write one My film is about our life  Lights, camera, action...let's live

Simple Autumn Love Story (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

The autumn chill warmed them together. "You are the love my life, you know that?" Brendan kissed Lane on the lips. Lane unreluctantly kissed him back.  Brendan got done on one knee. Lane's eyes instantly wept. "Lane Anthony Tillman, will you marry?" Brendan's eyes twinkled.
"Yes, I will Brendan Lane Gibbs!" Lane yanked Brendan off his knee pulling him up to his lips. He cocked his head back and spoke, "You are the complete me. I am the complete you. We are two completes." Their lips forever locked down the aisle like a simple autumn love story.

Crueler Intentions: Part 1 (James Leland Ludeau-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

"Winston is such a he-bitch!" The football players whispered around the practice field. "I mean he used to be the new boy, now he thinks he is hot stuff since he got quarterback." And then came Tino, a freshman aiming for the throne. 
It was football tryouts. A new year ahead and Tino wanted the power he felt rightfully his. Winston was throwing the football, but when Tino walked onto the practice field, all eyes went to him. 
"I'm here to tryout for quarterback." Tino grinned. He was like a masculine black widow, he knew what he wanted and had the ambition to get it.
"I'm the starting quarterback," Winston dropped the football and walked over to his challenger. "Who are you. I mean what are you? A freshman?" Winston laughed, the other guys joined in. 
"Who is this kid?" One of the guys whispered to another. 
"A kid with balls," another responded. 
"I earned this posi…

Boys Get Scared Too: Part 2 (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

It was after the sixth ring, Lucas was slowly eating, watching the phone, Kevin was looking at the other guys, and Jake stood staring at the phone glancing at Kevin.
"Um, that's six times now. Unavailable. No message," Jake itched his groin then looked at Kevin. "This is kinda freaking me out."
"Ha, well smoking pot is off the table," Lucas slurped the milk from the bowl. "It's a wrong number. I'm sure."
"Why would someone dial a number six times in a row, no message," Jake came and sat at the table with the other two. Kevin was sitting quietly. The phone rang again. 
"Seven times," Lucas added. "Why would they call seven times?"
"How about we just answer the phone?" Kevin leaped up and snatched the cordless phone. "Who is this?" There was just silence. "Hello? Hello?" The phone hung up. Kevin hung up the phone. 
"Who was it?" Jake asked. 
"I don't know. They jus…

Boys Get Scared Too: Part 1 (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

It's was a boys' sleepover. Their boys' sleepover. Jake, Kevin, and Lucas. Three very close high school friends at Kevin's house. 
"Who wants to say "Candyman" in the mirror?" Lucas laughed. 
"Please. Save the games for kiddies," Kevin began changing. He took of his shirt and jeans, leaving just his plaid boxers on. 
"Ugh, boxers are so gross," Jake took off his clothes revealing his black briefs. 
Lucas remained in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, "How about no underwear?" 
They left Kevin's bedroom and headed to the kitchen of the one story house. Kevin's parents were out of town so the boys walked around freely bantering with each other. 
"I don't want to play in that basketball game tomorrow. Coach is such a dick," Lucas poured a bowl of cereal. "I'm probably going to be on the bench cause know."
"Um, cause you got drunk before the last game and passed out in the showers.…

Haunted (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

Our ghosts are watching The Past lingers in conversation  The cemetery is cold  Our graves have no blankets  But it's our yearly date  Which warms us You ask, "How's your coffee?" I say, "Cold," of course. On Halloween We walk hand in hand  From grave to grave  Making up stories of their dead lives  Taking our minds off our dead lives  "It's a shame I only see you yearly," I shrug at the moon Look at you and move in for a kiss You move away, "What year is it?" I say, "I'm not sure."  We see a tombstone with 2014 "We've been seven years dead," you pause I move in for another kiss  This time you let me "If only I could have kissed you alive,"
I feel my death at these words. We kiss throughout the moonlight Wishing we had lived for our love  When morning came  You went in your grave  And I went in mine  Waiting for another year to pass  Haunted by each other

Rebels with a Cause (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

We are rebels with a cause my pause until we win the right end this fight to hold who we want to hold we're bold hear us around the world boy on boy girl on girl it's our right to love we'll shove you out the way to say our part a new start beyond politics our heart ticks one beat on repeat we will ride into the sunset to get what we know is ours rightfully........
We are rebels with a cause  applause  we're sick of political tricks for a few doggie treats  FIX our own country  please we, rebels, are ready  Freddy  to shout for more  not be this country's whore  let's start  play our part  reshape this land  hold each other's hand  man and man  woman and woman  our heart ticks  one beat on repeat  let's ride into the sunset our day is here......rejoice

Circumstances (Kelly Hill-Lake Charles, LA)

You ever felt like no one was listening to you. Just a puppet dancing. Held by a string, you keep performing. Just another product of circumstances. 
My circumstances are that  I'm pregnant and white. Not really just white, but in Louisiana, black and white is all you hear. My baby's father is black, and so my family is ashamed. They want me to have an abortion or go away, have the baby and give it up for adoption.
I want my baby. I love my boyfriend. It will crush him if my parents take our child. It will crush me. I hate these circumstances.

The Sun Led Us (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

We came to  Boat broken  Life vests  Not all us there We were once seven Three were missing  Four floating in the sea Sharks surrounded us Waiting to smell death We were full of life Legs kicking home  Grabbing hold of each other Lost at sea Determined to find a way  Exhaustion hit  We fought through the waves But death came in the night  We held onto our strength Used it to propel us  Swimming, almost drowning  Hunger, thirst, fighting Sharks, sharks, sharks, waiting But we were smarter, faster Instead of looking down  We looked up  The sun led us to land We beat death  And we lived

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Door (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)


Knock. Knock.

Someone's at the door
Waiting for a war
Knocking's getting louder
Maybe I should open it
Nah, not today
I've got to be sure
Who's side he's on


Knock. Knock.

I really have to know
Am I gonna get hurt?
I don't need anymore dirt
Knocking's getting softer
Maybe I should open it
His voice is calling for me
It sounds alot like me

I'm calling for me
I have to open the door

Certain (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I'm certain  Something is behind life's curtain  We spend our whole lives  Waiting for that surprise  Of which we're uncertain 
We're counting breaths in fives  Hoping our faith revives  That assurance can never come So we look for any crumb  Until our death arrives 
It's usually in autumn  We feel a little numb  But with a little knowledge  We can avoid death's ledge  I am certain of this wisdom 
Living on the edge That's certainty's wedge  Spirituality's birth  That's happens on this earth If we take that pledge 
No limit is in certainty's girth Your purpose you must unearth I am certain  We should be certain We all have our worth 

Skin Deep (Wesley Yates-West Monroe, LA)

The girl I love is black  I've got her back  She loves me I love her  Soothing lotion  Nourishment  Love  That's us  Her beauty could only be matched By my internal admiration  I love how our bodies connect  A perfect blend  Our skins touch  The aura between us  Is mixed

Race Me (Wesley Yates-West Monroe-LA)

If I could wake up  To a world full of love  Life would be breezy  Easy  Smiles  Hugs  Yet the color of my skin White  Many think I'm their enemy  It hurts me  I know love from the inside  What's white isn't always right Why am I blamed for the past? I wasn't in that cast  I wish people wouldn't race me Make me feel inhuman  Just a pieced shell of skin I'm more than that

The Phoenix Dies (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Depression weighted  Time to be reinvented  Free me  I'm falling  Ignited fire  The Phoenix is dying  No one is watching  Judgement only  It cries  I cry  A loud shriek   Life  Ashes rolling into... What is that?  Who is that? In its end  In the beginning  God took dirt  He rolled the ashes He molded the Phoenix  He blew air  Soul inflated I have Him We hibernate  In an oven Temperature just right  I'll come out  Cooked to perfection

They Call Me...(Tamara Broussard-Lafayette, LA)

It began as a still small voice,When life still seemed shiny,
Crying during The Way of the Cross,
This young girl was desperate for Jesus.
The sacramental incense was sweet in my nostrils.
The name above all other names,
Was a joyful song in my heart.
"Little girl you belong to Me!"When blossom of adolescence turned to thorns,
Pills were ingested,
This young woman desperate to run away,
Run away and die.
Standing at a cold metal screen door,
I was crying again.
This time not for God but to The Divine Parent.
The voice louder, more stern,
Like rain on a tin roof,
"I Am here, go to bed little girl."Years passed,
God and I,
Off and on again,
Ebbing and flowing,
Other gods took The Almighty one's place.
A new song filled my soul,
Honky tonk replaced hymns,
Jack Daniels replaced Jesus Christ.
My Creator's call came louder still,
"Choose life little girl!"Like a scene from a morality play,
A chorus of wingless angels came singing,
A song that saved my life.
The call came again,
A …

Being Change (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

God, we have come to a pivotal  point in my life. Being change.
Left is new. Right is the same. I will go left. It brings certainty to us. 
We are certain there come many possibilities ahead of me. Chance.
From that chance, You seek me to change. To be whole within you. 
You are all I need to be whole. Love. Your Love. I am not the same. 
I accept this love. I accept Your Love, God. I am change. I am Yours.

Whirlwind Endings (Adam Schexnayder - Lyons Point, LA)

You won't know until you know. Quivering breath consumes your moment. All the words you rehearsed, no longer imaginable. It stretches for infinity but snaps back like a rubber band, and grounds you. You forget the reasons, and relive the intentions. This is not what you imagined. Unrequited energy knocks you to your knees. Breathe in. Breathe out. The oxygen ignites your lungs. Your soul fires the rage. And the last thought, was always him.

Let's Not Talk about Sex (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

"Here comes another stork  To deliver my precious babies!" Says the sexually frustrated dork Holding up a gun acting shady
"Women are whores! Don't be tricked so blindedly When they get on all fours!" The dork shouted violently 
"God wants you to understand, Not sex, but all precious guns. That is the power to band," The dork preached to his sons
"Why sex is evil! Violence is bliss! I give power with great certainty." Two women came from an abyss Each held a baby with uncertainty 
The dork touched them all with gun The women were raped with fear  He held his new kin up to the sun  All his sons, with guns, made cheer

Falcon (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

I see myself Pretentious, weeping, calloused-hand boy Invisible smile, unavailable and coy A quiet approach with plastic toys Awoken by a grasp with innocence destroyed That cursed outlaw, O’ treacherous fiend! Reprising a surprising recycled dream! Its his deception I tear at the seam With my forgiveness in between

Modern Love (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I take his hand Together we stand  Look at my words' face Upon your marriage's disgrace 
This is love  This is our love Two men  Not a sin 
This is your dawn of reality  Though love has been always  This is the dawn of a human morality  One that respects true love's ways
This is modern love  This is everyones's love  I say it again Not a sin 

Winning! (Adam John Schexnayder-Lyons Point, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Once upon time I felt like a loser because of all of my exes, but now I'm winning. Circles and circles, I dance around them, any negative influence for that matter. I never thought freedom would be possible from such misery. Free from such downers, drowners. I'm free from them! The sun is out! Shout! Those fools didn't think I'd get out of bed to enjoy my life. Wrong. Time to go shopping for a boyfriend or loyal friend, maybe even a dog, cause I'm winning. 
I used to ask myself if I would get burned if I got too close to happiness. I only accepted the pain that got me through each moment. But now I'm winning. Winning a game I didn't even know I knew how to play. It's like I got to pass go and landed on a get out of jail free card. And the best part, I did it for myself. Me and myself got us out of a loosing streak. Liberation got me here but I'll never forget what got me liberation. I'm winning and it never hurt so good.

Fuel (Brandon Granger-Breaux Bridge, LA)

A fire so bright it burns within.
I see the flame through your eyes
I am filled with the warmth of your love.
A surge of emotion takes hold of my soul.
I am purged of all except my love for you.
Patiently waiting to be by your side.
I bring with me a fuel that never ends.
It is our bond, our destiny and our passion
that burns at our core.

Dominion (Dustin McGilvray-Zachary, LA)

Driveless corpse in eternal dayToiling toward that he cannot payThe lover fixed in his every thoughtControlling him through each gram he boughtPerpetual let down and ceaseless betrayalStubborn cycle propel and prevailSmart enough to see the way outYet addiction pulling harder and so rerouteTo downward spiral and depression aboundAll for affection and love never foundLover turned jester in most sinister waysDeathward addiction in crystallized hazeNumbing emotion greedily soughtPowderous rock of glittering boughtDebt to jester expedience accrueProviding more the trickster doesn’t doImplosion of self imminent and steadily buildingHardened heart of thorns jester is wieldingTender heart explosion, love raining and fleetingEmpty space present no life, no feelingDriveless corpse in eternal dayToiling toward that he cannot payAbout these a

Nelly Furtado (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Whoa Nelly  I'm yo felly  I'm like a bird Feeding off yo word Turn off the light  And watch me glow  Let your lips give me sight To that shit on the radio  Loose, loose I'm powerless  Caboose, caboose  I want to try the rest   I ain't saying you promiscuous  
I know you ain't no whore  I'm transformed by your folklore You're a Maneater  My forca is sweeter I try to hold my love for you in  These broken strings don't sin  Your girlfriend in the city  Tells you to look at me with pity  But I say it right, won't pretend  All good things come to an end Me and you, are in God's hands Meet in the parking lot, our bands  Our spirits still indestructible 

The Darkside (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin TX)

Lurking in the dark  Smell of tree bark  The dark ones wait  For the taste of bait  Innocence is their bliss Swallowing into their abyss 
The dark ones are out  Hoping for us to get off route  Slimy, dusty, smelly, death  Their perfume is meth  We mustn't fall into their trap
So the lightside won't be a gap

Alcohol (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, Tx)

He changes  a hypocrite  strangers into the mix wants things closed   advice from those  He doesn't want  to be anything like  can't reject what he wants in front of us  Alcohol takes priority  wants his life open  inebriated, intoxicated  He changes/no way  I don't want him Or Alcohol 

I'm Too Sexy for This Poem (Kisha Kana-Lafayette, LA & Louis ToliverJr-Austin, TX)

Touch my words  Each consonant is bliss You must have heard  My vowels are a kiss
The sound of my voice Turns you on There is no choice All inhibitions are gone
Undress my syllables  Don't be shy  We aren't criminals My passion makes us fly
Hang on to every verse A trance behind my eyes This isn't a curse My words tell no lies

Have Faith (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

I have faith  In my God In myself  In my loved ones In my future 
You have faith  In your God   In yourself  In your loved ones In your future 
We have faith  In our God In ourselves In our loved ones In our future 
Faith shall never be lost  For it exceeds all life's cost
We hold that value inside us Crosses we bear become a plus 
Now spread faith to the world  So that our lives are pearled

Father Figure (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

I often wonder  Would I have felt bro                                   ken If I had a been fathered? Bro       ken, many little boys  Now, growing into men feel My father lives yet  He hid from his responsibilities  Choosing addiction over manhood  I don't want to be like that  I can't allow myself to be like that  Some boys grow up with no father  My heart goes out to them  But they still can be men  WE can be men WE can be women My mother fathered me It took some time to realize this  Giving me the tools  To cultivate a whole spirit  A woman or a man  Can be our father figure Or our mother figure  YOU can be your father figure  YOU can be your mother figure We don't have to be broken

Baby Don’t (Harvey LeBeouf - Kaplan, LA)

Baby, don't turn me down, Don't push me away. Baby, when I'm asking you to stay Don't tear me down, don't get mad at me.
Girl, if there was any other way That I could make your world mine. I'd do it in no time, I'd make you all mine.
Honey, I'll be your man. I'll always take your hand. I'll be here for you baby. If you only knew how true I was. You got nothing to lose  But those useless worries.
Baby don't turn me down. Don't push me away. Baby, when I'm asking you to stay Don't tear me down, don't break my heart.
When I call your name and I pull you in closer. I look you in the eyes and whisper in your ear. Baby I love you and I hope you're always true. You have my heart, my whole world is in your hands.
Baby, don't break me down Don't push me away. Baby. when I'm asking you to stay. Don't leave our love, Sitting right here on the dock of the bay.

Track Marks (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

There were times  We didn't need a reason to cry Nor had motives to care Holding hands bridged our souls And an embrace tunneled hearts Cheek kisses as an evening's cliffhanger Street lamps weren't a mere passerby When the moon shone upon our whispers of love, Sex, death, pastries, sarcasm There were those times once But not now

Never Meant to Hurt You (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

If I put pain in your heart Tore us apart Rubbed you  Blue  I mean no harm  Don't ring the alarm Please forgive me  I couldn't see  Blinded by my own pain I blamed the rain Everyone I distrusted My soul felt busted  It wasn't you I was blue My reaction  Was defensive action  Fear  Of what was near Please forgive me I couldn't see If I spoke  Words that made you choke  If I wasn't there  No time to spare  Didn't give you a hug When you put down a rug Made room Gave me a broom To share the life wealth Be good to myself Please forgive me I couldn't see I thank you Love you too

Wear a Tie (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

A peak of interest in the way we dress We're just reflected by our closets Narcissistic and self obsessed Mistaken and misshapen for lower self-esteem Too often I've not gone back to that spot To collect my thoughts Now my stomachs in knots Pouring in distress over Tumblr or Pintrest How Instagram feeds can feed our will to breathe A book to the Face declares a race War between ourselves, how sour the taste Weaknesses rest as we look our best In eyes of others who care less Actions no longer speak louder than outfits Mistakes are well-dressed skeletons As we feel others revel in The pasts we want to hide We're only reflected by our closets

Poetic Hunger (Louis Toliver Jr- Austin, TX)

Here my poetic soul starves  Emotional meat, she carves Served on my favorite dish  A sonnet made from every wish 
My poetic ancestors I eat  I cut my knife into each beat  Rhythm, I taste, so divine  Elizabethan Era be mine 
Will I ever be full in the present? When I yearn for them in the past? Will my pen lose consistency fast? When, no one is full in the present. 
Here, feminine beauty I pen  In hopes to feed wretched men

Dead End Job (Rachel Leann Brooks-Lafayette, LA)

Silence.I go deep into my mind.Blank.I observe my surroundings searching for inspiration.Nothing.I listen to the sounds that surround me here at work.Buggies being shaken free,The metal clanging.Metal hangers scraping over metal racks.Plastic bags crinkling as if crying out in revolt to the environment they threaten to destroy.Children crying,Pleading with their mothers for some overpriced piece of plastic,Or begging them to leave.I wish I could leave.I wish I could just walk through those mechanical doors right now in the middle of my shift.I wish I could get into my car and just go, and never return.I wonder if I would go to my place.I wonder if I would stay in this city for my remaining three years of academic growth and spiritual decay.Or would I drive to the airport,And board a plane for far-off adventures in some fantastical place?My soul yearns for the latter,For freedom and excitement,For the breaking of the steel and concrete chainsThat distort, restrain, and essentially defi…