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.


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

The Eye of the Hurricane (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Let my winds calm your dreams
Uncertainty circles around us
I hold onto you in the sun’s beams
We have time of love to discuss

It seems destruction in near
Yet it is not out end in any way
Debris flies through our tears
No future do the lost lives say

The storm in almost over now
Misery will settle like the rain
We will survive and wonder how
We learned from our pain

I am the eye of the hurricane
Rest inside my soul, let fear wane

Becoming the Lies (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)


I hypnotized and mesmerized the raging tides. With soft spoken statements while staring into their gazing eyes I never knew I would crash and burn so quickly Like a 747 kamikaze flying into the 7/11 11 meters from your house At 11:11 p.m. on Sept. 11 My miniscule statements of falsehood bled into their veins And left no remains of the pain’s mistakes and where from which they came Their dirty fingers pointed in my direction for I'm the one to blame
Those statements bled from their hearts, onto the ground at my feet They stand around me, faces covered in hate, delusional in state These statements gather around me, puncturing my life with a rusty knife While I strife to fight them back, they dig into my arms and legs Like a parasite without sight and reason of wrong and right Just one more bite, one more lonely night, one more emotional fight It takes eyes to realize the ties that bind problems when they quickly arise My statements ruined a generation, transformation complete, I have become the lies

My Own Best Friend (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


It’s taken time to realize
That I am here for me
So let the haters despise
Because they’ll never see

My faith in life is real
I’ve learned I can just be
I’ve learned I can just feel
And evolve constantly

I think it’s best to heal
Help your own self up
Don’t’ let fear be your meal
Nor a drink from your cup

Monday, March 24, 2014

Life Goes On (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


It’s true
Doesn’t matter who
Holding onto me
Dreaming of the sea
Fear comes
Ignore its crumbs
Grab air
Be willing to dare
There is no end
Just a new bend
A perspective to adapt
Our goals are mapped

We Got the Beat (Louis Toliver Jr, Swartz, LA)


We got this
The rhythm of life
All of its bliss
Gotta grab my fife
Lead the band
Conquer this land
We got the beat
A journey at our feet

Auschwitz (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

I wish I could just hold on Don't you remember in the winter You wore my coat and danced with it on? Frigid cold air brought a shiver to your hips You found no warmth from my lips Now it's too far from you You should've held on Don't you recall in the summer When your lips met mine While we sat upon the tire swing? Butterscotch sunshine drenched our bodies embraced You found shade in another's taste You mustn't remember a thing

Monday, March 17, 2014

Tomahawk (Chase Fontenot-Lafyette, LA)

Even the wolves Can change the rivers By calming the fools Who run with scissors Such simple formalities Cut at the seam Dry trivialities You ignore the dream Horns of the bull Taken by the givers Even the wolves Can change the rivers

Big Everything (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


I got the biggest heart
It can tear me apart
People think my big confidence
My poetic defense
is cocky
‘Cause I have the drive of Rocky
But I ain’t worried, baby
My haters will love me, maybe
I can’t help but be big
Can’t ya dig?
I’m a big ole teddy bear
I can’t help that I care
I got the biggest heart
A big piece of art

The Godfather (Louis Toliver jr-Swartz, LA)


All roads to the future
Go through me
Here I am, boo
So make up your mind
Who you gonna follow?
I don’t need a gun
Ain’t gotta use my fists
I eat vultures
They don’t eat my family
Evil bow down to me
I am the Godfather
I am the father of fathers
I am mother of protection
Mess with mine
And your done
My brain will destroy you

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

We Remain (Jason Lee-Lafayette, LA)

Those we love remain with us For life itself lives on. And cherished memories never fade Because a loved ones gone. Those we love can never be More than a thought apart For as long as there are memories They'll live on in the heart!

The Price Paid For Love (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)


When idols fall
Things are revealed 
To be less than ideal
Swaying on shaky pedestals
Lowly roses unfold and shine their light
Truth rises, lies sink
And everything is unfair once more
The universe straightens itself
Puts the ants in their proper places
"How dare you have a love so great"
It frowns and intimidates
The ants tremble in fear
Love is of greater worth than everything 
And if this is the price we must pay 
Then so be it
For the heights of emotional connection and security
Oh the toll that is exacted
The ants will always be poor
So long as they cling to love

Monday, March 10, 2014

Now the Airwaves Are Clean (Jordan Cade Freeland-Gueydan, LA)

This place is here to pick us apart. 

I have to put myself back together as the figure I imagine. 

Some of us never put ourselves back together completely, because we're scared of our own divinity and greatness. 

We've forgotten we're here to merely experience being alive. Our entire spiritual consciousness has been altered, the focus shifted to our present state. Now is the time for us to remember our true path and reason for existing. 

Feel the emotional currents that pass through this plane, feel every emotion you can. Allow yourself to age and change gracefully. Do not resist the flow.. 

Pray to anything that brings you peace. Believe that small coincidences are clues from fate.  

Focus on the source inside of you, inside of your being. The vibration you feel when you deeply acknowledge your existence. The energy around you tightens and becomes more focused. 

Your job is to figure out what, in each life, pulls that positive force out of you the best. Then do only those things. 

Louisiana Words: Laureates (Phase 1)


Pension (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Emotions are cautious Fickle things And are carved Carefully to be unseen A man who chases his dreams Lest be a man Who bows as a king

Spiderwebs (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


This is all your fault
That I was stuck in your web
You’re the black widow, remember?
Yes, I wrote about you before

The Creator
Of
Chaos

Hello again, I have a pair of shears
May I rhyme?
Ah, now, I ‘ve got your ears
It’s about time

Too late
I’m not your bait

Snip, snip

I’m taking your ground
Such a pretty web you have here

Snip, snip

Cutting away your hold
It’s going to be a shame when you
F
A
L
L
In your poison

Snip, snip

Taste my antidote

Sunday, March 9, 2014

I’m Letting Her Go (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Even though it is hard
At the end of the day
It is time to play this card
I am certain it is okay

She was never good for me
She led me into dark places
I know that I could barely see
Searching for human graces

I ran to her for her love
She made me think of comfort
Never touched me with a glove
Now I rip her off like a wart

It feels good to know her way
It feels good I know more
She can no longer make me stay
I am no longer her whore

…I’m letting her go. Finallly.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

We’re Not Gonna Take It (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


No way
Not today
This is the end of us
Bending over 
Taking "it" without any fuss
This isn't anywhere over
So give us what’s ours
And we won’t "whine" moreover
No more abuse
You give us love!
We'll give you a truce
Reject the hate we're sick of
We're not gonna take it
Give us respect, then we'll quit

Friday, March 7, 2014

Apraclamyth (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

If you can't see beyond the steeple Why kneel at the pew? Quench your thirst when parched, people Holy water is the martyr's excuse Isn't it? How sins can be swallowed Under sloppily shaded coincidence Why proclaim with judgement so hollow When you praise the priest and rape the witch

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Finding Home (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


My home is inside me
We
Can’t all live in there
But I’m aware
That home is where the heart
Can sometimes drive us apart
As I pack my bags
Filled with a few rags
I wonder what I’m leaving
What I hope to be receiving
My soul is fleeting
Destiny I am meeting
But my home is not yours
My spirit pours
I’m finding home
I’m finding home

Help Us (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


It doesn’t make sense why
We would be put on this earth to fail
When all we need is a little faith
So please help us be free
Tear down the walls of fear
Surrounding us and killing hope
Our dreams suffocated by abuse
So please help us be free
 
Why must living be work
For the sake of others’ uses
We don’t want to give up our lives
So please help us be free

15 Years Innocent (Chase Fontenot-Layette, LA)

Let it be me, to lay a blanket beside the beach God knows your tongue, woman, he knows your reach Withering your words when our senses brush Your gasps run for cover when we touch Don’t let your presence remain fickle On such a landscape, lady Don’t burn your memories Of this sweet escape, baby A brilliant sparkling carpet before us A deep azure blue Our shadows flowing so quickly Our chains haven’t a clue A transient moment suspended in time Body language, the rhythm and rhyme Oxygen, condensation, heartbeats, divine We can build a house of cards from the sand Electric stares when we join hands Luminescent eyes, delicate skin Only the sea whispers our sins

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

I’m Just a Love Machine (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Grab my hand
Let's start a band
Take a stand
My eyes know
Just us two
Me and you
Feeling the heat
Our touches repeat
Down to our feet
Spin me in your love
We’re floating high above
Go ahead sensually shove
I’m just a love machine
And for you I feen
So let me in between

Molested in the U.S. of A. (Louis Toliver Jr-Lafayette, LA)


I have not learned the touches of love until now. We come into this world, molested and no one ever tells us its wrong. We just grow up realizing that we’re fucked up. People look at us as if we have been compromised by evil when we make mistakes. Love has to be taught. We do not come into the world knowing love. It’s how parents, our leaders, our society’s responsibility to enforce rules of the heart not our bodies. Government molests our bodies, sometimes with religion, tells us how to or not to use them. However, it doesn’t teach the bodily functions of love.  Our bodies are abused by the words of hate, entrapment, and dysfunction. We’re scared to touch, we’re scared to love, we fear love. Hate has molested us and our country has allowed it. But, the people can know love. We can learn it on our own.

Rolling Over (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)


Never mind the blood on my hands Nor my flask of whiskey These shadowy eyes tired Sleep must’ve missed me
Frown not at the sweat upon my face Nor the wine in my veins My false-bright eyes, white from the taste
Take notice, this rage in my bones Take note, my lonely tones Take away, the silence in my home
The violet hour when thirst takes over Too unquenchable to stay sober An addict to the thorns buried skin deep Insomnia controls your attempt to sleep The eyes’ open melodies Reflect the death in me

Monday, March 3, 2014

Nasty Boys (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Bad attitudes
No gratitude
Lazy
Crazy
All dicks
No brain
Makes me insane
While we’re creating
They’re just procreating
We’re trying to grow
But it’s their seeds we sow
Nasty boys are born that way
Don’t care if they take our pay
Feed our addictions out of hate
We’ll die at that rate
The smirks
Jealousy lurks
Darkness in their eyes
Love is what they despise
At best, they’re politicians
Not rhetoricians

Proverbs (1) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


I’m not sure what burdens me
Confusions of life come naturally
But as I learn to put my faith in you
It seems all my dreams come true

And when all my dreams are fulfilled
Our house of faith, I am destined to build
Let our burdens be lifted, let angels sing
I know your spirit will let freedom ring

Sunday, March 2, 2014

A Tragic Song of a Forgotten Boy (Yah Fu “the Pen Bender”-Lafayette, LA)


Introducing the tragic song of a forgotten boy He finds solace in his violin, Bringing life into that old hollow wooden body. Sound holes cuts into his belly as a Chef’s Blade, With the personification of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Adoration of the Magi! He’s an intellectual apprentice, With patterns of renaissance in his fingers! A slave of sorrows specializing in blues monotones, He views the world through reversed angles, Harmonizing masterpieces of colorblind redemption! His cavatina orchestrated with such precision, His range resonating pioneering influence! Scarlet blood leaks onto razor sharp strings, Through tragedy his windfall crescendo displays the fluency of a harmonica’s orchestra. Despite the resistance of a rattlesnake society he plays song after song, Resurrecting Michelangelo’s inventions through his forearms! Effortless are his misfortunate motions, 10 years old on a busy metropolitan sidewalk, He looses his heart in tender afflictions each note torturing his image into irrational motivation. Indeed he butchers immorality out of crystalized defiance of a childhood Marred in beautiful disasters, no wonder his invisible tears Can be visualized as a rainbow’s discomfort.
(c) All Rights Reserved Don Yah Fu Mitchell 2014