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.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
I have faith
In my God
In my loved ones
In my future
You have faith
In your God
In your loved ones
In your future
We have faith
In our God
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
I often wonder
Would I have felt bro
If I had a been fathered?
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 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.
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
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
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
If I put pain in your heart
Tore us apart
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
Was defensive action
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
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
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
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
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
I go deep into my mind.
I observe my surroundings searching for inspiration.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
You close the door
And open a tiny window
So small that even
Shelly Long's skinny ass
Can't squeeze through
My emotions aren't stirred
Because of your kind gesture
But because of its emptiness
Your seeming cluelessness
You 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 pleasantries
God 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 enough
You 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 done
But never my own big ol' clean and shiny
One that fills the room of my soul with light
and I hers
People 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 waning light
Or maybe it's me
I've become one of those
With heavy coat, scratchy wooly sweater
With a scratchy disposition
And heavy heart
Light deprivation does that you know.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
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
For me, it is now night
On the other side of the world
Others engaged the daylight
I pray for them that are awake
India, Russia, Asia and eastern lands
I wish them well, for human sake
God, let them know I care
Send my love to combat their struggles
Let them know, of them, I’m aware
“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. I wasn’t going to lose to Terri’s crazy bee girlfriend.
“One. Sissy isn’t a bad word. RuPaul says it,” Ben said with certainty. “Two. My buddy, Russell sales Adderall,” and out of the air Russell appeared backstage.
“How many you need?” Russell came from behind a curtain. He had a Prodigy t-shirt on with facial hair and Vans with carpenter jeans. Was he a 12 year-old too? I wondered.
Ben looked at me. I looked at Ben. “Just one, please.”
“That’ll be ten bucks.” Russell held his fist out and dropped the pill into my hand.
“Ten bucks?” I was flabbergasted by this little drug dealer.
“Yeah, they’re 30s. Time release,” Russell was serious.
I gave him the ten bucks and he disappeared behind the curtain. I looked at Ben. He looked at him. I took the pill.
“Wow. You took all of that?” Ben laughed.
“What’s your song!” Nunns kinda pushed.
“Let’s Hear for the Boy! By Deniece Williams!” I wasn’t about to be out-showed by some bumble bees. I'm Footloose, baby.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
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
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 the households of Verona
Than Romeo and Juliet still live
No person, nor state, nor nation
Will deny us our love
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 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
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
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 online gaming. Any questions? Well, let's get back to Richard E. Nixon Junior High School and finally finish that 3-part episode. **This recap has been for the lazy asses that don't want to go back and read the first season.**
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
(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
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