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.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Cake (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

A handshake to a smile Fingers electric at first touch Sharp words flow my familiar style Eyes of fire burn of lust
Midnight grasps and gasps amass Amidst sighs and cries behind my door Bones howl reminiscent of the last Moonlit passion fruit I'd known a night before

Words Ain’t Got Power Over Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz-LA)

Let it be known that trash is trash
And trash collects in the home
That’s where all hate starts
I got your nigger
I got your faggot
Right here on the tip of my tongue
And I’ll damned if I let a human word
Have power over me
What “black” person
Couldn’t be sympathetic
To equality for all?
What “gay” person
Dare be turned off
By another’s race?
Riddle me this
When Lincoln freed the slaves
Where did they roam for 100 years
Before they had an American vote?
There was low income housing
Or trailer parks
Riddle me that
When Matthew Shephard was killed for no reason
Didn’t it make you think of Southern lynching?
Wasn’t Harvey Milk assassinated
For being himself like Luther?
They died for human rights
All hate is the same
And I’ll be damned
If I use any of my God-given words
To hate
And if I were you
I wouldn’t either

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Disciple Rejects- 1. "After & Before the Crucifixion" (James Leland Ludeau & Louis Toliver Jr)

“After the Crucifixion”

Banging came to the door. It sounded desperate and panicked.

Thomas wasn’t not quite asleep as the events that had occurred earlier that day were weighing on his spirit. He arose from bed and went to the door. He peaked out the opening. His face turned white with fear. “Judas!” he exclaimed as he opened the door.

“Thomas, I beg, please let me in and hide me! Please, I beg!” Judas was extremely dirty, tears coming from him eyes, shaking. “I don’t know who else to go to.”

Thomas without hesitation grabbed Judas and yanked him inside his home. He lit a candle and walked a limping Judas to his room, there was a clinking sound as Judas walked. 

“What’s that?”

“20 pieces of silver,” Judas said shamefully.

“So it’s true!” Thomas swung Judas down on his beg and then gave him a cup of water. “How could you?”

“I just did what Jesus asked, he told me to turn him into Pontius Pilate, any bargain he offered.”

“You want me to believe that?” Thomas doubted.

“Jesus was my best friend Thomas. I would have never willing harmed his life.” Judas looked directly into Thomas’s eyes. “I am not who killed him, remember that.”

“Yes, but Jesus said that one of us would betray him.” Thomas assured.

“Jesus told me to say that after the speech, “Is it?” so that he real traitor would feel at ease and emboldened. I am not the traitor. I believe it is Peter.” Judas said with confidence.

“Peter?” Thomas doubted.

“Yes, Peter. He denied Jesus boldly three times. Something I would have never done.” Judas was shivering cuts on his body, seemingly from hiding in thorn bushes

“Judas, if anyone finds out you are here, we both will be crucified.” Thomas looked around his house. He saw a feminine cloak that Mary had left over.

“I’ve got an idea. I know who can help.”

“Who?” Judas drank shaking the cup.

“The closest person to Jesus next to you…Mary.”

“Before the Crucifixion”

Pontius Pilot hand selected Peter, as he was one of Jesus' closest disciples. He saw a darkness to Peter. A more human side. He knew that Peter was a follower, and that he'd easily succumb. Pontius Pilot thought the teachings of Jesus to be heretical and that his gathering of disciples may have a political motivation. He needed to put a stop to this. He needed a spy. Peter.

Pilot to Peter, "If you betray Jesus, if you deny him, your life will be spared. If not, the lot of you will be slain. all of you will die"

Peter trembled. For in his heart lay a distrust of Jesus. He never fully believed him to be the Son of God. Why would God send his only son to die on a wooden cross to save humankind?

Pontius Pilot had hooked Peter with his words. Peter would betray Jesus to save his own life. In his mind, Jesus was going to die anyhow. Why take everyone down with him? that wasn't part of the prophecy.
during the last supper Jesus told the disciples that Peter would betray him 3 times before the rooster crowed. But, Peter already had betrayed Jesus by doing Pilot's work.

"Even if all fall away on account of you, i never will." Peter promised Jesus. But he knew he was lying. He had denied his faith already. Crossed over from Gallilean territory to Roman territory to spare himself.

"Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you." he promised Jesus.

Later that night, after Jesus had been seized, Peter fulfilled Jesus' prophecy. He denied his association with Jesus 3 times publicly. He was afraid that if he didn't Pontius Pilot would be true to his word and kill all the disciples.

But his love for Jesus and the guilt he felt, led Peter to weep. tears of repentance. In his mind he thought that he may never have to face Jesus again. He believed that Jesus' crucifixion would be the end of all of the teachings. That Peter would be safe. But in his heart he felt a deep sorrow for having sold out his friend. Peter was torn.....

Take Your Religion and Shove It (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

And on the first day
God said let there be light
Some billions years later
We are still waiting to be enlightened
Do you prefer white or back Jesus?
I got an idea!
Let’s talk about it
Islam, Hinduism, Mormonism
You only can pick one
Oh yeah, Buddhism and Christianity
Would you like a side of Catholicism?
The Pope rules you
Unless your Baptist or Methodist
Then who cares
Shhh, you hear that?
Some children were blown up
They were just Jews
It’s not their fault you don’t like them
Guess whose running for President?
A man that says God leads him
Oil companies are richer
What country does God want us to invade now?
Are you suspicious of Scientology?
Don’t speak of Astrology or Numerology
You will be stoned
Women obey your men
Or you will be stoned
Once upon a time people were ignorant
They still are
And spirituality waits to be found
God approves this message

Palindrome (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

We We, the people We, the people, deserve this Morals hung from a bloody cross A constitution lost Love is mere curbside service Lust, no courage Economy's in the driver seat The irony in society Golden silence stays reported Thwarted tongues aborted We, the people, deserve this We, the people We

Hey There, Beautiful! (to the Person I Don’t Know) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Hey there Beautiful!
Yes, I’m talking to you
What’s that?
No one ever called you beautiful before?
Ah fuck’ em
I don't care
What you look like
How much money you have
Or what race you are
You are a gift to me
I know you must think I’m crazy
But I value your life
Whatever you’ve been through
I’m here to tell you
It makes you beautiful to me
Don’t be lonely
Know that I accept you

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Cruel Intentions RePosts on Facebook starting tomorrow!

Louisiana Words the Public Reading Series Returns May 6th!

Premiering Tomorrow! We uncover a story you might not ever heard.

Natural (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Skin to Skin
We touch heavenly
As we slide together
Its feels natural
It’s physical
It’s soulful
Pleasure with no pain
A welcomed addiction

You Say He’s Just a “Friend” (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Wait a second
Let’s teach you a lesson
Who is this guy?
Please don’t lie
Why don’t I know his name?
Please don’t leave me with shame
You say he’s just a friend
But why do I feel this is the end?
I see how this goes
Will I be stuck with all the woes?
I’m asking too many questions
You’re not giving enough answers
I can’t even rhyme anymore
I don’t have the energy
You go free with your “friend”
And I don’t even deserve an explanation
A descent into your mind games
I’ll just become the next crazy ex-boyfriend
But I promise you this
The next time you see me
I’ll be smiling right past you
With my own “just a friend”

Friday, April 25, 2014

R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Do you know what his means to me?
Didn’t think so
So before you go
These words, you’re about to see

Rather you be a man or woman
Would you hold the door open for me?
Is it too much to ask
To tell me I’m pretty in the mornings?

Am I being too sensitive to ask
That you don’t call me a whore?
Or it is because I know who I am
That you are asking for more?

What man made up the philosophy
That another man can’t ask him for love?
What woman is so weak to decline
That she can look for strength in another woman?

I think it’s time we asked for a little respect
A little freedom to do as we please
A little room to move round in our own life
Are your paying attention to these words?

In this conclusion, you may not find rest
But I assure you a man wrote this poem
And that man is asking for a little respect
For all genders and sexualities, Trust.

Cum Dumping; Blank Shot (James Leland Ludeau-Lafayette,LA)

i'm morphin' dwarfin' your hate the slate i wipe clean you're mean my means leans in the direction of the sun you're done i'm sick of your shit not one bit permeates my ear queer throwing up your guts your butts full of shots lots of cum dumping clumping in your hair sticking to your face my wad my god i'm sick of shooting your way i slay you stay behind me can't unwind me you find me at the top of the heap you weep tears of jealously and hate wait i've exposed you reposed you i fought off the curse of you i curse you to live a life you design you'll find yourself caught in your own web dead sucked the life out of yourself wealth of hate shaped you the villain never winning sinning sinking again and again

This Attack (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

for this attack get back glick glack blam i'll slam this gun into your chest no rest for the weary dreary as you are little star your light so brief grief stricken sicken my stomach and my head that i slept in your bed you hands touched me in the dark remark able bull shit you spit my way make way my way away from you like glue in the heat of the sun unstuck now i run no fucks you cluck like a chicken lickin' your feathers to look nice suffice you're lice i itch bitch to break free me against you like poo to my shoe you stick you sick fucking bitch i long to rub you off my sole my soul asshole you can't destroy me as hard as you might i take flight above your game shame you name you reframe you the picture on the wall you thought you had it all i took it out of your hand like sand slipping from your grip the ship you sailed into the abyss you missed and those arrows came right back at you undo your glue you blew any chance to gain my trust lust like dust i blow away you're cray zeee enemy of mine enshrined in a tomb of your own making i'm waking to a voice that leads me right my fight my might escape your night to find my sun i've won the light take flight the right to live as now please seize your power from you blew like wind away stray astray away

My Lament: Die Another Day (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

i wanted the good life never signed up for an easy ride i strived to earn it all my place in this world never one who played his hand in love it ate me up like a cancer killing the joy of my soul instead i longed to feel the sun on my face i longed for the days that i felt free i longed for home and his arms were so empty once they crumbled into dust my fucked up version of love and my ideal of lust i longed a father figure it figures that i'd search my whole life trying to fill a void not realizing that i am whole not defined by time or space i go round and round just like a circle i can see a clearer picture what i want is to live forever when i touch the ground i come full circle to my place and i am home not beneath the earth like him full of regret and worms not void of energy not lacking of warmth i saw him fade away and i don't want any part of that i know i have to let go of the past it didn't last but memory sometimes plays with my mind i remember him as being kind can't kiss him goodbye but i promise to try this life i live this air i breathe for his death for which i grief i wear this smile upon my face my heart filled with grace guess i'll die another day

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Power at the Bottom (Louis Toliver Jr- Swartz, LA)

You definitely can get to the top
Especially, from the bottom
This is about being controlled
Feeling that you have no power
In the place where you are
Don’t let being poor
Under the rich
Make you think
You don’t have the power to rise
We all must follow a leader
But make sure that leader
Also follows you
You are in control
Remember that

Life (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Life is waiting for you
So live it
That’s the beauty
It never gives up on us
It lives longer than you
Or me
You’ll see
Unless your dead already
But you can be reborn
Jut believe in love
Then hate will have no power
This hour
We all deserve life
But there is no promise
To the amount of life one has
No judgments
Just be
You owe no explanation to others
Life is waiting for you
So live it
Those letters belong to you
Be alive

My Teacher (James Leland Ludeau-Lafayette, LA)

My dick is on hiatus
Don’t want nothing to do with yyou
If it weren’t for blowjobs
You’d have no job at all
You contribute nothing
But grief
I’m in disbelief
That I fell for you desperation
Wasn’t love at all
Didn’t see the fall
The sex was too sweet
Rolling in the sheets
Til my skin burned
I yearned
To last longer than the cum
Left me dumb
Once you had what you wanted
You cast me away
Your DNA on my skin
Filled with pain
Almost under the dirt
From the hurt
It was almost a homicide
I was so traumatized
But in the end it carved me
into a new man
A stronger creature
More aware of my words and deeds
No longer a prison of your needs
Your greed would lead
Me into better directions
So I thank you
Meant to
Shake my core
Teach me more
Thank I though I needed to know
Lead me where I need to go
This student was ready
So my teacher taught
We fought
Nearly extinguished the flame
Covered in shame
Bather & renewed
But still missing you
Wise & reborn
My spirit is torn
Between times with you
And my life that is new

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Like a Tattoo (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Stuck to me
Unless I pay to have you removed
Is it worth it?
Getting rid of you
I can’t afford it
So I guess I’m stuck
With what you done
To me

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Wicked (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Beware the wicked
Their ways are sick-ed
Sucking up all of our dreams
Trying to be our friends, it seems
Whispers infecting our ears
Playing with our fears
They throw poison in our eyes
All the countless whys
We scream for light in their hands
Losing future voices of our hands
The pained children of the past
I wish their lives hadn’t gone too fast
Beware the wicked
Their ways are sick-ed
Let love ensure our matured best
Choosing to reject their hate fest

Explode (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I’m the bomb
Time to explode

Fuse ignited
Cover your ears
Take cover

Let my pieces
Blow all over you

Time to build
Time to clean up
Time is ticking

Tick, tick, tick
Take your pick
And give it a kick

The Anxiety of Influence (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz LA)

Right here is now. All I have is now. You have the same now as me and it is all right here.

Now is right here.  All I have is here. You are right here as me and we are what is now.

Shall we dance today or tomorrow? You take the lead or me? Who will influence who?

Thursday, April 17, 2014

I Want My Own Girl, Not Jesse’s (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Cause you think she’s hott?
What else does she got?
That’s right
You have no clue what sexy is
Or sex in general
It’s always the cavemen
Beating their chests
Louder than the news
Makes us disbelieve evolution
Love is internal
Jesse’s girl better
Learn how to talk
With her legs open
To keep me interested

I Don’t Need (Nor Want) You (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

No more time outs
This is the end
We can’t pretend
Can’t pretend anymore
Any way
I can move on
We must
Let’s not rust
No fest starts
Just molded ends
On a bus
Our destinations diffeent
Your stop first
Maybe mine
No more hurt
This isn’t anger
We’re just on a hanger
So let go
Me first
Then you
I don’t know
Something’ got to go
I can’t give up on
On me
Not this time
So get Jill
And get up that hill

Trojan (Chase Fontenont-Lafayette, LA)

  • All is lost The gentlemen are dead You choke while giving a stranger head Listen to your conscious and contest The messed up pressed tissue soft issues Your subconscious spoon fed and bled Into you Pay attention to your vision There's no prescription for redemption Remind yourself when you've become blind Rather than occupying time giving a stranger head Chivalry isn't dead, only swept under the bed
    Get off your knees Show those who rose to impose the decisions you chose That self-loathing isn't worth tip-toeing over Self-love is not worth blowing

Your Parade of Hate (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

the atmosphere around me ignited with your hatred you threw words at me like balls of fire i closed my eyes and prayed and suddenly the goodness in me rained on your parade of hate drowning out the sting of your words neutralizing and eventually extinguishing the flame of your detestation deep within i know that hatred is born in love and jealousy is like a cancer that consumes its host and i choose not to see that happen i walked away no longer participating i have more respect for myself than that a war of words has never accomplished anything but hurt and i've experienced enough hate in my life to last eons so i forgive you and i wish you well Jesus taught to turn the other cheek Do onto others it took me many years to contain my reactionary responsiveness but last year when i carved the word "forgive" on my chest it became my anthem i forgive you i release my soul from giving into the hate and i walk away in prayer i hope you find the peace you so deserve

The Woman in My Mirror (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I’m looking at the best of society
Education, health, culture
The best of nurture
Love, family, food
The best of peace
Ambition, good will, freedom
Domestic, at first,
Still the best warrior of the last
You pick your battles wisely
Violence hardly ever used
This land was describe by your body
You are this land
This world
I should hope to have such feminine grace as you
I want to be a woman’s man
With poise, confidence, emotional stability
A woman can lead the mental will of the universe

A man can’t even get past the physical barriers of earth

Undone (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

it was one of those pre-summer mornings when the air is orange and yellow and crystal clear the world looks like a Fellini movie beauty on the outside gore on the inside out of all the people you wanted me the most you ran your fingers through my brown hair and you caressed my tattoos and asked their stories our eyes locked on one another and the rotation of the earth slowed a bit a drunken world "how do i keep you?" you asked "don't make me want to give up" i answered simply we had a connection that can last lifetimes a love without borders a desire hotter than July but i sensed its undoing i could feel it coming and i knew you could to you snapped black and white pictures of me knowing that they'd be reminders for you in the future the only part of me you'd hold onto as the passion cooled the love died a silent death what we'd created together had come undone the only heat on my skin now was the sun's kiss "you said you'd never leave" you begged "i lied" i admitted how can you hang around when nothing feels right? it's never been my style so i rolled over, kissed your cheek put my clothes on and closed the door behind me i looked back for just a moment pregnant with that self doubt that complacency breeds in you afraid that i'd never find this again but my excitement overpowered my doubt and life became new again

Organ Donor (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Your presence Omnipresent My heart Transparent Space between us Unconquered Footprints rusted By a salty ocular's soul Scarlet plasma Infected by your stare Chained cerebrum Consequently uncertain Whimsical aspiration Malevolently assured Intertwined fingers An equation for disaster

Cancer (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I woke up this morning
The roses were dead
Aged without warning
To nothingness I am wed

There is nothing here
Writing poetry in a drive-thru
Service is slow
My gaslight is on

Why is that child dying?
‘Cause reality TV said so
The parents aren’t crying
Their pockets, full of dough

I am in life college, purgatory
The flowers are dead here too
Test results in from the laboratory
They say I will outlive you

In erosion, there is hope
Evolution says that I live
No need for you to mope
My words, to you, I give

Thursday, April 10, 2014

When It Doesn’t Hurt Anymore (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I once was
Naïve to humanity
Animals they can be
Only a few with hearts
But many will follow
Who make them feel their best
Pain can’t stick around
If there is no one to blame
In the end
It’s just you
So how do you feel?
I once was
But I am here
To protect you
Take the pain away

Monday, April 7, 2014

Solitude (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

It is good to seek solitude
To contemplate life
Retreat into nature
No longer speak
Pause actions
Pray and meditate
It is admirable
To be complete alone

Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Human Spectrum (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Colored lover Pale mother Blue as blood Before blood goes red Skin like mud Broke Mary's bread Crimson blood As veins are bled Lips loose Used noose Child's blood On Mary's bed

The Way We Do (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I don’t understand why we react the way we do
The fear that we are wrong, or wronged
Whatever someone else told us wrong is
Maybe it’s just people that are wrong
The greed of you, or me, we
You don’t understand why we react the way we do
But where are we going to go?
Who is it that we know?
It’s just us here, fate’s choosing
Yet you act like I am nothing but a leech
My life is valued each time I walk away
I do walk away often
Just not from you
Or whatever wrong I did to you
Or you did to me
Is it really wrong?
What if we are right?
What if we are supposed to happen?
All of love’s short term pain, uncertainty
Masking love’s infinite pleasures, successes
We don’t understand why we react the way we do
You and me

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Through My Eyes (Rodney Laron-Pineville, LA)

I watched as we stood tall, proud above them all We cheered for our rights, our equal rights, up into the nights. We want the world to look at us all the same, but what I found underneath brought me shame. I watched as I myself was sized up, was I good enough to talk too, or shall we just say “good enough to do?” We ask the world to look upon us with favor, yet behind closed doors we show a very different behavior. We stand united, we stand proud, but behind our phones and tablets, we hide behind a shroud. We fight to show everyone we are worth the right to love and marry, but wait, only if he looks like Tom, Dick, or Harry? Before we beg the world to show us favor, let step up and show them those rights we will savor. We want to marry the one we love, the one who was designed just for us by the one above. But we look upon each other with judgmental eyes, because heaven forbid he doesn’t have killer thighs. We look for perfection although it doesn’t exist, in this specific quest it’s “the one” we might miss. As we ask the country to open their hearts and their minds to see our plea, we need to open ourselves up and set our requirements free. For its only when we change our views and actions toward each other, the world will see we have what it takes to go further. Let’s stand tall and proud beside each other, and look through love for my sister and my brother. We are many, yet we can stand as one, to show the world that the battle has already been won! Stand with me, stand tall, stand one, stand all. Prove to the each other and the world, together we always have a ball!!

Plastic Trees (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Whoever taught themselves to believe their eyes Must have taught to believe their lies a genius he was thought to be, taking steps forward and never looking back Since education ruled his heart, imagination he did lack Your anatomy never shows a direct path from the eyes to the heart And if you've never distrusted your eyes I suggest you start

Age (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I feel often that I am just an embyro, an egg never hatched. The little I know of life has kept me alive and I am thankful, but yet I am so blind to so much. The dangers I don’t know sometimes overwhelm me with fear. When I look into the horizon, I see a vast ocean of knowledge, but the further out to sea I swim, more dangers lurk. Though there are sharks around me, I just breathe and float.  If I could be any age in life, I would the age of love, a time of pain lost.  I look over to the sun rising.  I don’t have to swim in darkness. I can break free from this shell. I will.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

I'm Not a Bitch (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I have confidence
Direction, providence
I’m working
You’re just jerking
My success
Came with stress
Your attitude
Is just so rude
I’m a human with a plan
Not concerned if you’re a fan
I’m not a bitch
I’ve just got an itch
To mind my own business
Get through drama with quickness
My precious life is like yours
I’ve got the same sores
Excuse me if I cut out the excess
Trying to get some rest
I’m not a bitch
I just want be rich