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Have Faith (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

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

Father Figure (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

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

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

Baby don't turn me down, Don't push me away. Baby when I'm asking you to stay Don't tear me down, don't get mad at me.
Girl if there was any 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

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

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

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

Wear a Tie (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

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

Poetic Hunger (Louis Toliver Jr- Austin, TX)

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

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

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

Bay Window (Tamara Broussard-Lafayette, LA)

You close the door 
And open a tiny window
So small that even 
Shelly Long's skinny ass
Can't squeeze throughMy emotions aren't stirred 
Because of your kind gesture
But because of its emptiness 
Your seeming cluelessnessYou stand in front this tiny ass window
Like some Sapphic Vanna White 
I smile but it's as empty as your gesture
What is that one window gonna do
My mind screams over pleasantriesGod promised me a bay window
One where light flows
And my flowers can soak up 
The early, mid and late day sun
No some glazed over bathroom window
Your try to convince me will be enoughYou see I have never had onmy very own
I've shared a kitchen window once
Hovered in front of many 
Dirty or Cracked portals of despire
That closed once my repairs were doneBut never my own big ol' clean and shiny
Bay window
One that fills the room of my soul with light
and I hersPeople with there own windows ask
What's the rush 
Why so impatient 
Why ask why
Is your window so big so bright
You can't see the…

Inevitable (Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)

When she told her "fuck you" Uprooted their secret confidences And flung them into the wind Using her own heart's words to wound her Peace love unity respect Words that meant nothing coming from her Breaking her heart and spirit so easily After that she found it hard to trust  Reclusive girl became even more hermit-like Because if someone so beautiful Could hurt her so much Then what was to stop anyone else From doing the same? Her belief in humanity was shattered by one nearest to her soul Of course she kept on trudging through life Doing what she needed to do But her broken heart still caused insomnia And her tears forever remained close to the surface Because now she sees behind every eye The dormant malevolence  And wonders when it focuses on her How long it will take her to recover This time

21st Century Problems: Sissy THAT Adderall (Part 1) (#201) (Louis Toliver Jr- Austin, TX)

“Mr. Boudreaux!” Mrs. Nunns shouted. “Hello?”
“I’m depressed?” Did I just imagine a doctor’s visit? I came out of my mind and realized I was still at Richard E. Nixon Junior High School. I looked at my clothes. Yes, I was still dressed like Justin Bieber. Wait, Mr. Boudreaux was me. Trey.
“Excuse me?” Nunns was becoming furious. “You are your son are next to perform. What is the song?”
I looked over to Ben, also still dressed like a mini-Justin Bieber. Something wasn’t right. I grabbed him and pulled him to the side. “What Bieber song should we do?”
“I don’t have Bieber fever. I hate him. He’s a sissy,” Ben started picking his nose while staring off at Terri who was watching her girlfriend and her kid dance to “No Rain” by Blind Melon dressed as bumble bees.
“Ben. One. Sissy is not a nice word. Two. WTF!? What are we going to do? I’ve only studied Justin Bieber dance moves. I can’t focus,” I looked over to Terri who looked over to me and smiled and nodded. That man-bitch, I thought. …

Will You Marry Me? (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Yes, B.L.G. The man who shares my name I write each word With our seriousness of love See, my mother, her values of love Raised me to be a Southern Beau So, in writing this poem I’m not the type of man To let another man Share my home without marriage Or engagement To be honest, I wouldn’t marry me I have no home to give to you However, I an commit to you, Engaged lovers building a marriage I give you the anticipation Of a marriage proposal to come On this Independence Day I get to fulfill my dream Of asking my soulmate to marry, Standing on a bridge in the evening, As the boats float under us I can’t wait to kiss you As we start our life together I promise, you, My Love Though this is just an engagement Texas will recognize our marriage These two Louisiana men, here Whether they like it or not Can’t you see it! A first of its kind A grand gay wedding procession Of all the one’s we love Floating on the San Antonio River For all the world to see Because, we are bigger than Texas Tell…

Flagship Destiny (Adam John Shexnayder-Lyons Point, LA)

When I look up, I see the world. Not as a whole, but as an opportunity. I can't help but wander my thoughts around the notion that I'll be alright. I muster up the courage to say the things bottled up inside. Only to remember perception is the only reality that is constant. Constant enough to hurt, only a little. Callused and war torn, I lift my own flag. Victory at last. And the fault in our stars isn't a fault at all. It isn't even ours.

I'm THAT American Man (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

I’m just THAT American man Looking for the path to my dream Without fear or other’s scrutiny Reflected in my infected actions Free of regret and apology Every change I will embrace Tradition’s chains begin to break My gender is fluid as life I have no fear of taking on ignorance The future is me You will want to be me Because envy is a national past time As is greed wrapped in the flag I can teach the wolf's growl Yet you bleat convinced as a sheep My brain is cocked and loaded  I'm just THAT American man  The King of the jungle  Bringing my people's freedom home

21st Century Problems: Let's Hear It for the Boy (#201) (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Hello, my name is Lyndon Powerade Nelson III. My friends call me Trey, well the writer of this series calls me "Trey" because, honestly, up to this point have you really seen me with any friends? I'm what you call a surrogate character. Simply, I'm just a vessel for this writer guy named, Louis Toliver Jr. I don't really know him and it's obvious he doesn't know me, yet. I'm not sure what his motives are but let's just roll with it and pick up where we left off last season. You see, I'm just a young guy working 4 or 5 jobs with A.D.D. I had a Michelle Branch obsession, but my neighbor, Nate, who has an internet addiction, has surely ruined that for me. I've been pretty traumatized by my recent break up with my ex-boyfriend, Terri, who is a female to male transgender. However, Terri has come to realize he rather be with women. On top of that, I'm slowly becoming the surrogate father to Ben, or Fisheater2013, a vulgar 12-year old I met o…

Nina (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Eden is a place on Earth Where we once danced Laughed, loved, cried Lied and grew tired of the muse Our smiles were created to be Fruit was rarely scarce from these trees They were shadows, heavy curtains Gnarled and dreary, if not a backdrop To roses and stargazer lilies that brilliantly contrasted the damp, stone walls A garden we shared as we grew Budded and bloomed, hand in hand Though beautiful and bright The flowers wither and fade Weathered vines conquer the cold wall’s cracks Trees, sit bare, nude A reflection of us Once-bitten fruit rots beneath our feet Eden is our home on Earth Where we now toil Stained, scarred, sinners We lie in the fire of a ruse Our love is destined to be

The Landmaster (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

(For J. Larezen)
At first, he didn’t know this wealth It was quite admirable, his stealth He invested his land from the heart He knew a whole came from a part It all parts weren’t working properly
He knew he wasn’t giving 100% love
While he wasn’t looking, his land, All the seeds, planted form his land Grew suddenly, family and gold Virtues or prosperity watered bold He was no Jack and his beanstalk
A happiness to all land he mastered

World’s Choice DJ (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

(For C-Rail)
And the story will go An Austin white boy with flow Had the ability to unify Bringing the rhythm to defy Anyone who sought to bring down
The love created at his affairs
Before he knew, his name grew The nation came into his view They had come to understand That his aura was in command One, of peace, love, and joy, so
He became the World’s Choice DJ