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.


Monday, December 29, 2014

Livin' in Complete Darkness (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

(The Last Interlude)

Livin' in a world that is filled of hate 
Racism, homophobia, drugs, abuse, 
Poverty, murder, greed, earth bleeds
When is light going to shine again?

I guess it's up to us to find rhythm
Again, we're in this together 
One nation in complete darkness 
And in the dark, we all look the same 

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 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Interlude: No Acid (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Virtue dies 
With corrosive lives 
A dark heart 
From the eroding start 
Don't speak acid in one's face 
All hate is love's disgrace 

Interlude: Hey Baby (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Hey Baby!
Wanna go on an escapade?
Then get in my car
I just got paid 
Throw up your hands 
Let's be the parade 

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Interlude: Come Back Interlude

Being on the defensive of criticism
Caused by my own insecurities 
I pushed those that love me away
I soon overcame my self sabotage 
But will the ones l love come back?

Limits (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Kindness
No more than obligation
Man's lying protest
To complete blindness 
Sensitivity
A fool's burden
Behind our striped curtain
Our prescribed personalities
Numbed by philosophy 
The apostles of hypocrisy
Humanity vs. society

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 

Monday, December 22, 2014

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 father was away and his mother was busy, so he tried and tried to open the door and even pick the lock, but nothing worked. As he was about to give up, as he turned to leave, he tripped and when he hit the ground, the closet door opened slightly. A skeleton's head roll out startling the boy. Most little boys would have been scared to face what was in front of him, but not this little boy.

He got up slowly and went into his father's closet.

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

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

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Zombie: Part 1 (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Prozac 
Has my back 
Dear Lexipro 
I'll be of status quo
Republican or Democrat 
I'd be eaten by either rat 
Northern or Southern
Rigor mortis still has a burn
Muslim, Christian, Jew 
My brain is blue 
Give me some meth
I'm loving death 

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

Friday, December 19, 2014

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

Run (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

love you in a way
that weighs me down at times
takes me down a path
not of self discovery
but self loss
lost sight of who i was
i bled into you
we become one
and my soul suffered
i don't wanna talk about it
but i have to
 just hold me while i cry my eyes out
promised to protect me if i showed you my weakness
but what i need protecting from most is you
you're my poison
breathing my last breath
barefooted across my own grave
and i've always had a fascination with destruction
breaking down
what does that say about me?
if i closed my eyes, would you catch me now?
can we recover from this?
or do we die a beautiful death?
is this the end?
because i am the kinda guy who does greatly with ends
i love beginning again
so lift me up
or tear me down
but know in my head
i wear the crown
King of my own castle
a warrior of love
a soldier for respect
you can fight with me
or fight me
you choose
i can dance around like a ballerina
or i can fight like a ninja
i am what you conjure up
be careful of your energy
it calls to you what you wish in your soul
perhaps that's why i just want to run

Thursday, December 18, 2014

He So Basic (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

He so bas-ic 
Really bas-ic
Catch a tiger by the toe 
"Boy, you just a hoe!"

He so basic-ic 
Really bas-ic 
Skinny mirinky dinky dink 
His dickie stinky-stink 

Interlude: Let's Dance (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

L-M-N-O-P-P
Boy, can't you see-see?
I got that rhythm-rhythm
Right down in me-me 

Boy.  Lets's dance 
Lose that romance 
I'll werk your body-body 
Pull down your pants-pants  

L-M-N-O-P-P
Boy, can't you see-see?
You feel that rhythm-rhythm
Don't be shy. Try it-try it


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

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

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
slayed my ego and destroyed my old way of thinking
am i the King of Hearts?
or meant to live apart
it's so confusing, this road at times
paid for crimes
i didn't always commit
buried beneath the shit
that i denied creating
serenading
from the mountaintop
won't stop
i'll sing my song
all day and night long
until you hear my voice
you haven't a choice
this spark you've ignited
i've righted
those wrongs
my songs
of salvation
creation
i thought spoke volumes about you
but it turned on me
and i reflect on my own desires
and how i've attracted unattractive traits to me
sometimes got the best of me
but it won't get the rest of me
the devil may continue to pray
that i won't head his way

Words United Top Ten of the Year


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.

"He's in pieces in my refrigerator," Kevin nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen.  

The cop went the kitchen opened the refrigerator, "Mercy. This is sick shit you boys did."

"We didn't do that!" Jake put his hands down and walked towards the cop. 

"Hey, kid! Put your hands up and come with me!" The cop pointed the gun at Jake. 

Jake put his hands back up, "But..."

"Shut the fuck up," the cop hissed at Jake. He walked him to the front door as Kevin watched silently. Jake looked at Kevin terrified and Kevin looked at Jake just as terrified. 

"I'll be right back for you," the cop disappeared with Jake as the front door shut behind them. 

Kevin stood in the living room as the red and blue lights flashed on him, silently. 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

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 

Love Will Never Do (Without You)- (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

How could I have been such a fool?
My ignorance to love was so cruel 

I am educated now from your kisses
Our lives together are our blisses 

I am connected to your body, heart
No demons will ever rip us apart 

My love, I write this poem to you 
To confess that love will never do 

Without you 
This is true 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

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.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Interlude: TV (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

interrupt this world broadcast 
To reflect on the repeating past 
Know that vanity wanes fast 
It's knowledge that will last 

What we see on the alluring TV
Isn't a mirror of you or me 
Let go of superficiality and be 
Let your mind truly soar free

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 

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

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 

Black Cat (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Like a black cat
Not afraid of no rat
So sexy, so sly
Not afraid to die 

Like a black cat 
In your mind like a tat 
Never ask yourself why 
It's your time to die 

Love, Sex, and this Poem (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Beat. Beat. Beat. 
My heart's fire increasing 
My skin. Your skin. 
The blood inside erupting
My love 
Invisible 
Energy
Sex 
You feel it 
This poem. This love.
Beat. Beat. Beat.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Next to You (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

I watch you sleep 
In this life 
And the next 

I don't mind 
Being next to you 

You as my king
Me as your queen 
Royalty of the land

You to my left
Me to your right 
A match for the gods

I am your heart
You are my brain 

Whatever part I play 
I'm just glad
To be next next to you 

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."

"Or...you 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 part. My favorite. I saved some for you," the voice laughed hysterically. 

"Lucas! This is sick!" Jake yelled frustrated.

"Lucas is in the refrigerator, chilling out," then there was a dial tone. 

Kevin and Jake looked at each other in the dead silence. Kevin walked to the refrigerator opening it slowly. Jake threw up immediately at the sight. There was Lucas in pieces: head, intestines, and what looked like his private parts, scattered. Blood all inside.

Monday, December 1, 2014

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.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

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.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Papa Do Preach (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Our family needs you 
The country too
Stop running away 
Please do stay 
Take responsibility 
For our simplicity 
I'm your little boy crying
Holding in my pain dying 
Papa love us strong 
Don't make us wait too long 
Papa please do preach 
Let your heart teach 

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 Heart beats to its own beat
no repeat
new as the day begins again

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

Friday, November 21, 2014

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 uncomfortable. Come on, toughen up,” Tino winked at the other guys, they laughed at his playfulness. Tino then leaned into Winston’s ear, “Tick. Tick. Tick.”

“Why are you ticking in my ear?" Winston moved away.

TIno whispered, “Your death clock is counting down.” Tino looked at the other guys and laughed, they laughed with him “Come on, loosen up Winnie.” Tino walked away, slapping his bare back side.


Winston jumped into his truck. Freddy ran up to the driver side, “What’s up with you? It’s pretty obvious you’re jealous of the freshman."

“Suspicious, not jealous,” Winston spoke with haste and frustration.

“Suspicious of what?” Freddy leaned into the truck. He laughed, “That he has a crush on you.”

“No, he wants to kill me,” Winston looked at Freddy gravely.

“Why think that?” Freddy tried to shrug it off.

“Because, he said he was going to.” Winston peered over to TIno across the parking lot who was leering back at him. “I caused Tina’s suicide.”

“This isn't good for team morale.” Freddy turned back and saw Tino staring.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

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

Sunday, November 2, 2014

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.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

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 position, buddy. Two years to get here. Freshmen don't just become quarterbacks," Winston threw the football with force to Tino who caught it with ease.

"Yes, I know about you. The new boy a couple years ago, then a sudden rise to popularity." Tino grinned and then threw the football back with severe strength. "Right after my sisters's death."

"Sister?" Winston caught the ball getting pushed back a bit. 

"Yeah, Tina Novac. That was my sister and I know everything. So, it's only matter of time," Tino began walking off. 

"Only matter of time til what?" Winston asked aggravated. 

"I kill you," Tino disappeared into the bleachers like a spider in its web.

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 just hung up." Kevin grew nervous. "Maybe we should put some clothes on and go somewhere or something."

"Put clothes on? Screw that? I'm about to to enjoy this freedom. No parents. Get butt-ass naked and go swimming in your pool." Lucas got up and took all his clothes off. "Pussies are scared of phones. Grow a pair, like mine," Lucas started flopping his penis in Kevin's face and slapping his backside. "You can worry about the phone. Jake, throw me a beer," Jake did and Lucas flew to the pool.

The phone rang again. 

"Jake. This is driving me crazy." Kevin picked up the phone. "Hello?"

A deep sinister voice began, "Is this Kevin?"

Kevin paused, "Um, yeah."

"Is Jake there?" The sinister voice asked. 

"Jake, he wants to know if you're here," Kevin looked over to Jake.

Jake grabbed the phone, "Who is this?"

"Is Lucas there?" The sinister voice asked. 

"We're all here, bitch. Who is this?"
Jake yelled. 

"Good. You'll find out soon." The sinister voice became a dial tone.


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

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 of.....you know."

"Um, cause you got drunk before the last game and passed out in the showers...right after you jerked off in Bobby's gym locker," Kevin made a protein shake. 

"I hate Bobby Garvin. Douche." Lucas chomped on his cereal. 

"You gotta crush on the guy or something?" Jake grabbed a beer from the fridge. 

"Hey! Watch it! That's my Dad's," Kevin grabbed the beer. 

Jake grabbed it back, "He won't know. He's an alcoholic, besides I'll replace whatever I drink." 

The phone rang. The land line. 

"Aren't you going to get it?" Jake opened the beer and took a swig. 

"No, I got a cell. That's house business. My parents can deal with it when they get home," Kevin sat down at the kitchen table, legs, open, his abs flexed. "I'm kinda bored."

The phone rang again. 

"Maybe you should answer it," Lucas moved to the table. 

"They didn't leave a message. Number is unavailable," Jake checked the phone. 

The ringing stopped. No message. The phone rang again. 

Sunday, October 26, 2014

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

Thursday, October 23, 2014

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.

Fly (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Eagle fly
You don't have to die 
In life, never ask why 
Just try 
No need to lie 
I'm not here to spy
Look me in the eye
Keep those tears dry 
Let your heart sigh 
And fly 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

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 

Words United: Link Coming Soon


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Jambalaya (Ty Thibodeaux-Houma, LA)

Stir the pot
Brown the rice 
Pick your spot 
Add some spice 

Feeding the Louisiana soul 
Sausage, chicken, shrimp
This dish makes us whole 
My stomach is my pimp 

Good times spent 
With a creation so easy 
Even during Lent
Life is so breezy 

Monday, October 13, 2014

Sit by Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Come sit by me
I don't care who you are
Where you come from
Let me
Wrap you in my arms
Looking out into the gulf
Dreaming better
Loving reality
You've been low
So have I
Lay your head on my chest
My heart'll take you high
Where we belong

Heritage (Gavin Stevens-Bossier City, LA)

Country boys do
What country boys do
I be me
You be you
Mud
Hunt
Ride
I'll never hide
My Confederate heritage
Can't help the rebel in me
Ain't no racism
Ain't got no hate
I'm just trying to relate

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Words United....Coming Soon


Door (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Knock.

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. 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

Monday, August 25, 2014

Certain (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

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 Divided United (Tara McFarlin-Jena, LA)

The Civil War is dead 
Economic disunion lives 
It's not black nor white 
What keeps us apart is US
The divided United States
Where are the people? 
Where is the power? 
When are we going to be WE?
Why are WE in the way of US? 
How will trust come again? 
Or did it ever? 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

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 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

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 request to be of service,
To do His purpose,
Fear became like cotton in my heart's ears,
As the familiar song played again.
"You are My hands and feet little girl!"

Every time I pray I hear it.
Every sacred word I read I feel it.
The calling comes,
Along with the fear.
" Serve My flock,
Be the woman I made you to be,
Little girl."
Always loving,
Always kind,
God always calls me little girl.

But does God know,
Under this smooth brown skin,
Are chicken feathers?
In this heart full of love and mercy,
Is prejudice, intolerance and lust?
In this mind full of the knowledge
Of His word and immeasurable loving kindness,
Is porn and the word Fuck?
Does The Master of the Universe know that I not afraid of,
If I can do it but if I should?
When I asked the answer came as a question:
"Does the want of loving and serving Me outweigh lust and serving self, little girl?"

That question made me feel,
Like Atlas under the globe.
Pins and needles,
Needles and pins,
Pierced my conscience and my soul.
Me a minister of Gods' word and love,
A vicar to Christ's people?
Me, Tamara Dolores Broussard?
The very thought fills me with,
Desperation to do God's will,
Joy at the possibilities,
Excitement to see people's shock.
A application to seminary has been filled and signed.
God calls me 'little girl'.
Soon they will call me...
Reverend Tamara.

 

Silent Retreat (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Chained Silence come 
Show my destiny to become
I shall retreat 
My soul to meet
Tender heart 
Never keep me apart 
Let love lead 
My brain will feed
Strength to shine 
Desire, please be fine 
My body to rest 
Before I seek West 
My actions free me 
Silence be, me, free

Thursday, August 14, 2014

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. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

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.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

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)

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

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Belief (Tamara Broussard-Lafayette, LA)

You asked me what I believe. 
I believe in:
Angels, 
Demons,
Jesus
And Buddha 
Karma
Hell 
Ganesh 
Mantras 
Rosarys
Celestial Complexity 
Jesus did not have blue eyes and an English accent.
I believe God that's both Father and Mother.
In LOVE.
In me.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Modern Love (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

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.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

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.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Dominion (Dustin McGilvray-Zachary, LA)

Driveless corpse in eternal day

Toiling toward that he cannot pay

The lover fixed in his every thought

Controlling him through each gram he bought

Perpetual let down and ceaseless betrayal

Stubborn cycle propel and prevail

Smart enough to see the way out

Yet addiction pulling harder and so reroute

To downward spiral and depression abound

All for affection and love never found

Lover turned jester in most sinister ways

Deathward addiction in crystallized haze

Numbing emotion greedily sought

Powderous rock of glittering bought

Debt to jester expedience accrue

Providing more the trickster doesn’t do

Implosion of self imminent and steadily building

Hardened heart of thorns jester is wielding

Tender heart explosion, love raining and fleeting

Empty space present no life, no feeling

Driveless corpse in eternal day

Toiling toward that he cannot pay

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 

Friday, August 1, 2014

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 

Used (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Ashes 
In an urn 
Lashes 
A skin burn 
Rashes 
Health to turn 

Abused
Hear my scream
Confused
Where's my team?
Used
No longer what I seem

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

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Have Faith (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

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)

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

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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 othe way
That I could make your world mine.
I'd do it iin 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

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Moving Forward (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Step by step, I step 
   I hear the angels sing
   Hope, today, they bring 
Flying up with pep 
I become Heaven's rep
   Riding along God's wing

Moving forward can be hard
    Struggling through today 
    Living life is not all play
The fortune teller draws a card
It warns that Fate has no guard
    Never let pain get in your way

Flying high with my life 
    I am moving, so I'm living 
   Heart and heart, I keep giving
I will one day meet my afterlife 
Everyone's past contains strife 
     Let my future be thanksgiving

When the steps run out 
    I will just fly and fly and fly 
    I leave the past with a goodbye
Up on God's wing, I won't pout 
Going to heaven, I do not doubt
    In hell, I was just a passerby 

Moving forward, strength will build
    Letting go is the hardest part
    Vitality comes from being smart
Trust in those that are strong-willed
Our honest actions will be fulfilled 
    I step, I sing to you, I fly, I depart

Wash Over Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Pray to God
A spirited love 
Awakens all, us
May her soul
Wash over me
Cleanse all hate 
Erase all pain
Dirty hands gone
Light from eyes
Purify my blood
Feet stand strong
Pray to God
Wash over me
Wash over us 
Be with us 
Today and forever

Friday, July 25, 2014

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

Sunday, July 20, 2014

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

Saturday, July 19, 2014

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 

Me & You: You & Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Let's not forget
Used to be 
Me and you

Mountain so high
Valley too low
You and me

Sun still shines
Far and away 
Me and you

Gentle for love 
Hard for hate 
You and me 

Won't give up
Not never on 
Me and you 

Father, Son, Holy
Spirit lead us 
You and me 

Friday, July 18, 2014

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 chains

That distort, restrain, and essentially define my existence.

 

But unfortunately for me,

As well as for the rest of the general population,

The chains are made of another material: Money.

Whether it be colored paper or shining metals,

It is the core sustenance of most of our population's existence.

Love can be as strong as titanium,

Courage, as mighty as the lion,

But money...

Money gives us food.

It provides us with shelter and protection.

 

I needed money for my car.

I need money for the gasoline to drive myself to the airport.

I need money to purchase the ticket to put me on the plane.

I need money for a place to stay and food to eat once I arrive at a destination.

 

And all of this...

Well, all of this would require much more money than staying here for a few more years.

But even this costs us everything we have.

 

Our employers...

No, our government

Seems to have the right to tell us if we are or are not worth the price it costs for us to live.

 

For me to have money for food and shelter,

And for transportation to and from this dismal job...

I must keep this dismal job.

I cannot walk out of those doors at this moment and never return.

I must wait until the end of my ten-hour shift,

Get as much of the little sleep I can get,

Try to write an important essay for a class I can hardly pay attention in,

And I must return tomorrow to start the cycle over again.

 

I must keep this track playing on repeat,

Just like the infernal playlist of overly-positive songs playing over and over and over and over again on a daily basis here at this place that I hate to be.

 

I must keep going until the next Friday when I receive the money paid to me in the amount that my government thinks my hard work and torment are worth.

An amount that is gone before the next week begins.

An amount that may or may not be enough to pay for the roof over my head and the food in my stomach for that month.

 

At this rate, I will never be able to go to far-away lands

Because right now,

My government does not think a college student from a middle-class family is worth anything more...

In fact, often less,

Than earning the basic human needs.

 

Is there any way to escape this and have our government deem me worthy of living comfortably?

Well, right now, there is one possibility that gives me at least a higher chance.

 

If I can manage to evenly split my focus and energy between work and academia—

No easy feat for an attention deficit adult who may soon be unable to afford her medication, mind you—

Then I can finish my education,

As long as I can maintain the few scholarships awarded to me,

And I can eventually begin my hopeful career,

That is, if my employers find my commitment and struggle worthy of the paper they print their payroll on.

 

And if,

By some miraculous balancing of the universe's—

No, the economist's equation,

These plans actually pan out,

Only then will I be seen as worthy of the comforts of the life that we all deserve.

Only then will I be able to buy a plane ticket and visit some fantastical place,

 

But even then,

I cannot escape the gripping confines of a world ravaged by the paper and metals born to it naturally, and polluted and convoluted by the greed of my destructive species that poisoned this world long after its birth.

 

But being born of this earth, nonetheless,

We naturally have a right to survival,

And it is because of this that we fight the consensus of our politicians,

And we fight to afford living.

 

But we don't fight valiantly.

Most of us don't even fight the rulings made.

What we fight is anxiety,

And we fight depression.

We fight the loathing for our daily lives

As we pull ourselves out of our beds

And go to the dulling jobs that dissolve our soul like bitter salt in pure water.

 

It is because I must fight,

That for now,

I must get into my car tomorrow morning,

Walk through the mechanized doors,

Put on my name tag,

And begin another shift of pondering why the Hell I came in today.