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My Grandmother's Backbone (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Being a man is not enough anymore We are usually the first to go So many woman, I see, giving more Left to deal with all the family’s woe
Bound to the weakness of stroke She still encouraged us folk
I learned from her How to keep this world together
To accept, rejected children And nurture them to kings and queens

She left me her backbone I’ll express it to the world
Every man needs to understand He should thank a woman for his strength
If I could have half the strength Of my grandmother I’ll excel in the world at great length For my happiness, I look to no other
Such beauty could never be forgotten

The First Kiss Chronicles (Part 8) - (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

Coming out of a country concert I never expected my night to end up in a first kiss on the lips of a curly-headed latin man, but it did indeed. Bumming cigarettes turned into conversation turned into invitations to drink turned into a connection turned into shots turned into murmured Spanish whispers in my ear as he discovered my lips over a bar table.

Our Future Shines (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Where we used to be Never thought we’d get free But together we can see That life waits patiently
Our future shines bright Let’s paint our homes with light Build up the earth with all our might Radiate our hearts in the night
There are a lot of us waking up today Asking our lovers not to stay To live our lives far and away We’ve got to grow and that’s okay
Our future right now shines We’ll age like the best of wines

Calm (Jordan James Levers-Lafayette, LA)

And I'm calm
Untouchably separate from others' actions
Continuously giving love despite others' retractions
Unexplainable the sense of peace that follows presence
A powerful sense of self has taken up full residence
A flow reconnecting the soul to potential energies
Untapped centers of perceived external synergy
Asymmetry balanced within no longer limits me
Acceptance a voiceless, timeless remedy
I pass ethereal through the swords of imagined enemies
In my perception, long held perspective has shifted to one of constant movement
Acknowledging the inevitability of my imperfections, I embrace inner improvement

The First Kiss Chronicles (Part 6) - (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

His first kiss was a languishing and inevitable one, fed by wine and green things and comfy couches and long boring movies with silences that needed to be filled. His lanky awkwardness matched my own, and his lips were warm and convenient. He was a comfortable blanket that was attractive and helped me forget that my heart's home was far from me.

Calisthenics for the Heart (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

To the preacher bench May I confess Barbells clang in rhythms A choir's hymn Melted sounds of gym Giving in to fatigue Your only sin Sweat like holy water May it wash over my soul Muscles led to slaughter Still yield an empty hole Loneliness being lifted by Crushing back rows And wide grip pull-ups "Are you crying, bro?" "No, it's my fat burner. Shut up." My calloused hands Cry for more Than company of cast iron plates Or protein Or a steel-bent core Yet a yearn for another No matter the weight

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Is it so wrong? No it’s quite alright I often feel like that lonely girl Waiting for the right boy to come Grab me by the waist Take me into his arms Dance me across the streets Whisper my name in the sheets All the dances we can think of He takes the lead I follow romantically Swaying through the music Letting our rhythms match He’s somebody who loves me We dance from sundown to sunrise The music never stops We never stop I’m just that lonely girl Fantasizing about that perfect boy Is it so wrong? No it’s quite alright that I wanna dance with somebody With somebody who loves me

The Disciple Rejects/ 2. "Searching for Judas" (James Leland Ludeau & Louis Toliver jr)

Peter began calling each disciples name almost ceremoniously, “Brother, Andrew.” He recorded who was present in his personal diary. Being Jesus’s secretary, he always kept his diary with him.
“Here, brother,” Andrew replied affectionately and suspiciously. Andrew was always suspicious of Peter, but loved him.
Peter looked up briefly as affectionately as he could. He loved Andrew but kept him close because he didn’t trust him. Peter was focused on himself and figuring out where Judas was. “James,” Peter continued.
Here,” both Jameses responded somberly.
Peter didn’t distinguish between the two, though he was much closer to James the Greater. He never asked James the Lesser’s opinion on anything. “John,” Peter continued.
“Here,” John responded. John, with James the Greater and Andrew, formed Peter’s inner circle.
“Philip,” Peter continued. His tone is calling seemed to change into something less affectionate.
“Here,” Philip responded drawing in his own diary, half-interested in the congregati…

First Kiss Chronicles (Part 5)- (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

I never intended for that first kiss to happen but alcohol had different plans. I was never the type of girl to look at other girl's men and I'd like to think that I wouldn't have kissed him had I not been so caught up in his artistry. Swaying and emotional and alone in his living room, I danced to the music and abandoned myself to the moment upon which he intruded. When he took my hips in his hands and choreographed my dancing with his movements I was lost in seduction. He drew it out, never getting quite close enough but leading me further down his rabbit hole until I was hopelessly lost and succumbed to his beautiful mouth.

Sixth-Sense Scout (Jordan James Levers- Lafayette, LA)

A time of progression, acceptance, reflection
Recovered affection, sense of self, and direction

The waters within move with power yet in peace
Led on by a current both light-hearted and deep

My innocence has been long since lost but a present paradise gained
Through harsh lessons learned a passionate resilience maintained
And a closing of wounds once openly pained
Thus reconciliation with lost ideals once fully estranged

My spirit released back into unexplored and ever-changing wilds
To serve as a sixth-sense scout in pursuing day-dreaming wiles

He Likes Me for Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

What boy doesn’t think he wants to be some girl’s Romeo? Why do we reference such a tragedy as devotion? It’s the 2lst century I see more and more How many boys want to be Juliets Will another man ever come to love us so? I do know there is someone, for everyone But I can’t help wondering Will he like me for me? Will he love my scars? To tell me their beautiful That someone, that someone Boy or girl, man or woman We’re all waiting for that someone The appearance of love Much more glamorous than the struggle The scars make love more beautiful Will he like me for me? Not just say he understands me Then walk way feeling confused Will he like me for me? I think he already does He just hasn’t seen me yet Only those special someones can see you There’s nothing more romantic Than when you open up your struggle He does the same You stick together like glue That’s love through all its glory

The First Kiss Chronicles (Part 4)- (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

When I was almost 21, I had a soulful first kiss in a hazy hole-in-the-wall bar surrounded by grungy people, cigarette smoke and pitchers of cheap beer. Lonely for the first time in a long time, I turned to my friend for what comfort he had to offer, which at first just consisted of beer and cigarettes. As the night went on and we got drunker, that comfort expanded and I leaned against him, snuggling into his side and looked up into his scruffy sweet face. He was the kind of person who would be there no matter what our relationship entailed and would care about me even though he didn’t give two shits about anyone else. I snaked my arms around his neck and lost myself in his soft mouth that tasted of beer, cigarettes and devotion.

Mars Is Out Tonight-(Khristian Van Volkenburg, Lafayette, LA)

Speak spoke all it is is air All it is is air Thoughts brought Thinking I forgot Forgot that I thought Found sound Lost and safe Safely lost Safe to assume I think therefore im doomed agrath swoons she wants play rope and knife life in dismay stuck in bed night and day the flesh its weak but my spirits away muffled murmured speak as the noise seems to say I have you now Youre mine to stay darkness here her figures taught indulgence arrives and hope is lost but oh shes so pretty when shes prey bones on fire when they exhaust the cracks confirm what ive thought but since when do I listen anyway

In The Sea (by James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

i am floating in the sea deep and cold dying in the water as the remains of our love fill my lungs suffocating me this love that i fought for this union that i believed in has left me half dead in the water i hold my breath and try to fight to right myself this panic grabbing hold of me no longer concentrated on saving us i only care to save myself i am too strong to die here alone floating like a fool your love rained down on me and became a flood then a river then a sea in its capacity immense but the fluidity that i used to enjoy became a rough ocean threatening me i find myself swimming for shore with all of my might as i floated there empty and afraid i learned that my joy is not in your smile it's not in your heart not even in your hands it's in my core my soul encapsulated and while i lay here exposed some things remain hidden from you you hurled your hate at me in an attempt to drown my joy gave up on our love so that you could be king but as my joy leads me through yo…

Dancin’ With Myself (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

In my skimpy brief I could use some relief Time to grow a pair Let them stare Switch the music on Get the friction on Shakira’s got nothing on these hips Now let me lick my lips My rhythm is like no other man’s Want to call your girlfriend Make other plans? I’ll get your sexuality to bend I’m too risky for Tom Cruise I don’t need no booze My body’s so hot even the sun Wants to dance with me I just want to have some fun Dance all night patiently As the music send me high No time soon will these moves die

I'm Mr. Brightside (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

It’s unfortunate you think me closed When I am being an open book Where I have simply just closed this chapter If you remain a character in my novel I leave that decision up to you For love is love, it shouldn’t be forced It is always enough for me Though love, itself, needs room to grow Wise lovers had to break up to meld together

Whatever It Takes (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I guess Degrassi had it right Don’t go through life not too bright Life is held in one big high school
In life, be smarter than a GED Avoid the peer pressure that comes We have to do whatever it takes To graduate from the captivity of immaturity If we strive to be our best We know we can make it through

The First Kiss Chronicles (Part 3) - (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

On my best friend’s 21st birthday when I was 18 1/2 and I just had my first drink at a bar there was another first kiss with a tall gangly boy that I brought with me and I was sweaty and nervous and awkward like I am, finding silly ways to get physical with him while we all walked downtown. He was wearing raggedy black pants and his long hair tumbled into his eyes and even though I knew he didn’t need encouragement when it came to this type of stuff, I also knew he was hesitant because he had never wanted a girl like me before who was religious and abstinent. I stood on my tiptoes in the Borden’s parking lot and tugged his head down to meet mine and in those kisses I knew I had found my forever home. Then I had to make him ask me to be his girlfriend because good girls don’t kiss boys that arent their boyfriends, ya heard.

He Can Save the World, Can't He? -(Adam John Schexnayder (Crowley,LA)

In the age of the super hero complex, he tried to save his own soul. He had the words to change the world but he bottled them up inside. The only words he needed never came. Like waiting for the train that left hours ago. And when the time came to give up, and head home, something happened. He realized that walking back to where it started will never get him where he needs to go. One breath. One step. That's all he needed. One breath. One step. And when he took the last breath and the last step, he looked back at the cape and smiled.

The Ocean (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

There is nothing more calming Than your presence I look out past the waves Towards your infinite possibilities Easy to remember Hard to forget You give me guidance I hear your voice Your sandy hips Your liquid beauty I dream of falling into you Floating around the world You’re so deep I rest on you shallowly To marry you Taking me from this wild land I want to be inside you To know all your secrets I will tell you mine Though something tells me You already know me Give me your wisdom and knowledge To soothe the world like your touches

Too Many Judges in this Courtroom (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

When the gossip settles What truth is left? What makes a person so self-righteous To make a laundry list of your life actions? Boredom Misery I don’t think you should be worried Those you’ve trusted Sitting on your jury But not to come to your defense Isn’t that enough evidence to live you own life? No matter how many lives you save There will always those waiting to point out who you didn’t save Don’t let yourself me judged Just change the conversation And move on There are so many people in your life that know YOU

The First Kiss Chronicles (Part 2) - (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

My second first kiss was at the age of 18 in my best friend’s home theater with my awkward too-sweet boyfriend of the time. All wrapped up in a tangle of arms and legs, his axe body spray enveloped me as he clumsily tried to find my lips in the dark with little butterfly kisses. His pillowy white boy lips drooled his nervousness over mine and I felt like a jaded yet triumphant older woman for stealing his first kiss even though I was the younger one.

Fin (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Last goodbyes The tightrope that I walked And the sidelines which we chalked Simple pleasures from clever treasures Measured our love by a single feather Cutting ties Your pure soul pulls the tears That calm my inner sinner A whisper that farms my fears Our fingers stroke the trigger Empty eyes Awoken by your makeup upon chest A vivid dream invaded my rest Drag me to hell so I can sleep Burn me alive with the secrets we keep

Infinitely Inadequate (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

One glance at the paper thin skin That encased her veins  And he fell at her feet in worship Disbelief that a creature so delicate could be real and Be his. He never saw in the corners of her nights How she pledged herself to misery And the absence of self-pity Using the harsh sword of her words and thoughts And sometimes the sharpness of actual blades To pierce herself, over and over Punishment for her faults and failings  The sting of a razor against her skin Bright red welling of blood Jerked her out of her depression Reminded her what it was to feel. He never understood what it meant to her Only feeling like parts and never a whole Experiencing emotion when it wasn't appropriate And remaining impassive in times of intense feelings. She would always be Inadequate To herself.

The End (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

A swaying tounge licks loose lips with a protest on the edge of my words. I speak in parabols amidst the waves of fluorescent faces, undefining my phrases. Ticker tape, unreeling by lines out of my throat, distributes numbers to the attending reflection in my presence. Armor forged from furnaces and shovels, unprofitable battle hangs on the tip of a blunt diamond blade. My contradictive bed of dripping paint burns the eyelids of volcanos blinking their cracks in my direction. My final exhalation of perfumes and newspaper headlines deafen my conscience lying upon a grain of sand. Side-ear recognition of a seperate room in my name crammed with flowers and gold, blacks my objective to differenciate the past

The Storm Is Over (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Shout with Joy! The lightning has calmed The rain has stopped The Sun is smiling once again
We finally made it through All pieces that fell apart Are now reassembled Some of our friends have become are foes Some of our foes have become are friends Yet we love them just the same The Storm is over now Get out your shades Life is gleaming Dreaming The Past has strengthened The Future is looking bright We are no longer off-centered Hallelujah!

Closing Time (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

The time comes when an end is near All we can do is scramble in fear People start to leave Tomorrow’s plans we weave
The music fades The light goes off We are intoxicated with life For some that’s great And for others misery If only we could look a life soberly And realize that it is always open Time is a but a human creation We are never gaining or losing it Time just is
The value of a human being Is determined by how it uses its time This I am guaranteeing Living should never be part-time
In every ending There is always a new beginning Relationships will always be challenged But they never have to end Tomorrow the lights will come back on And the music will rise So never get caught up In what’s ending And miss out on what’s beginning Reasoning will connect everything

Zeitgeist (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Republican or Democrat We don’t want to be either Independent, free to be us Black or white We want to color life gray Please integrate our churches Rich or poor We see no status quo There’s potential to invest in all Citizen or immigrant We can’t close the doors Not to a land we never owned We are done being silent We are done accepting “no” We are THE LOUD MAJORITY We roll the red carpet out for the 21st century It’s a fresh perspective in the 2010s Welcome to the DECADE OF REINVENTION