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Someday is Tonight (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

In life, we think we can just wait  To be the person we seek to be  We sit at night thinking: "someday" "Oh God, when will that day come?" We often get no response  Because we're looking for God  In the places that one waits to fall We shouldn't wait to soar high We shouldn't wait for that someday I write that this "someday" is tonight 

Skeletons in the Closet: Part 1 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Once upon a time, there lived a young boy who lived what he thought to be a happy life with his father and mother. His mother worked at home and did domestic work as a good wife did. She never left the house. His father was not home much, nor spent much time with the boy, as he often traveled for work, and he worked hard as a good father did. There was only one rule for the household when father wasn't home: Never go into the father's bedroom closet.  The mother, nor young boy, had ever been in the father's closet. But this particular day, while the boy was playing alone, he heard a strange noise from his parents’ bedroom. His mother was busy doing chores so she wasn't mindful of him, as always. The boy crept up the  stairs to his parents’ room and saw his father’s large closet door. He went to turn the knob; he was certain that's where the noise was coming from. It was locked. It wouldn't budge.  Normally, the boy would dare not to te

Jesus Was a Capricorn? ( Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

I  get so sick of the fake  Agitating my mind when I wake  They want to confuse me  Ignoring all the truth I see  They talk of Santa Clause  And flying  reindeer don't have paws  All the scary terrorists  Running around the forests Virgins sometimes give birth On this "only" planet like earth  Let me just take a pill  All depressions have appeal  I'm a fool even to use rhymes  When the fake just want my dimes 

Come Back to Me (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Come back to me, My Friends Please, and let's make amends Forgive me for losing my way  Open your heart and let me repay  I can never justify changing My mind was just rearranging I profess that you are constant  Let your love be forever tolerant  Come back to me, My Friends Please, and let's make amends

Alright (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Gonna be alright  Gonna do what's right  With all our mighty might  We're gonna be alright  Not messing with anyone Just trying to make life fun  Just shining our light  We're gonna be alright  Gonna be alright  Gonna do what's right  With all our mighty might  We're gonna be alright

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Boys Get Scared: Part 4 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"This is the point where we call the police, right?" Jake breathed heavily. Kevin stood, looking in the refrigerator, shaking. "This is the point where we call the fucking police, right?!" Jake emphasized loudly. The doorbell rang. Kevin and Jake froze. The doorbell rang again. Jake peaked around the kitchen counter to the living room. He saw red and blue lights flashing outside, through the glass of the upper front door.  The doorbell rang twice abruptly. Kevin darted out of the kitchen to the front door, while Jake peeped around hesitantly. Kevin opened the door and a cop was standing there with his gun pointing to Kevin.  "I was patrolling the street, received a call that a boy's screams were heard? Back up, boy!" The cop forced himself inside. Kevin backed up quickly and Jake came out of the kitchen with his hands up. "Who's house is this?!" "Mine, Sir," Kevin said shaking.  "Where's the other boy?" The cop ask

Louisiana Words Presents Rhythm Nation

S.O.S. (Grab the Rope)-(Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Hello down there!  I can't come any further down I don't have the spiritual equipment  And I don't want to also drown It's pretty dark down there  I understand your current fear  But I need you to reach up  Grab the rope, I'm casting near  Plenty rope to touch rock bottom  So listen to my voice and find it  Don't be afraid of what's up here  It's much better than this dark pit  Believe in this rope, and yourself  Leave this dark place and live  I don't know how long I can wait  Quickly be your own friend, and forgive 

Lonely (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Time to put the rhymes aside  Be truthful to you right now  'Cause God knows I've felt lonely  It's something we all carry inside  It's what makes us an individual  Loneliness is a part of daily life  But let's change how we think  Of the way see loneliness earthly Could it be that we are self-sufficient? Maybe not, but we are all lonely  Born from womb, dead by tomb Watch how you spend loneliness  This determines our rise or fall.

Escapade (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Take my hand  Let's take this land  Adventure awaits us We don't need no bus  Let's get to walking  While haters are just talking  It's me and you  No need to be blue  Don't let our lives fade  Our love is like an escapade  Es-ca-pade  We'll have a good time  Where our dreams are made  Ain't gotta spend a dime  Just me with you  Loyal to the present  Just me with you  The past, just a scent  Let's get our future laid  Our love is an escapade 

Miss You Much (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

For all those times  I stumbled to your door  For all these times  You loved me a bit more  I'll never forget how  You held me close to your chest I'll never forget how  You made me my absolute best  Though I'm never good with my words and such  I just want you to know that I really miss you much 

Next to You (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

I watch you sleep  In this life  And the next  I don't mind  Being next to you  You as my king Me as your queen  Royalty of the land You to my left Me to your right  A match for the gods I am your heart You are my brain  Whatever part I play  I'm just glad To be next next to you 

Putting Makeup on Two Faces (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"Oh me, oh my, you sure look ugly today," the mirror said to me. "Must be mighty hard putting makeup on your two faces." "A pretty left face.  A hideous right face. How could a man look upon others with such delusion? Are you YOU? Are you THEM? I'm you're mirror. I'm you're best friend. I tell the the "truth", while you're eyes "lie."   A little blush for the bruises on your right face.  The shine on your left face seems a little dull.  Either way, pick a face. Both seem fake to me. Haha."

Boys Get Scared Too: Part 3 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"So..." Jake stared at the phone and then looked at Kevin. "You and Lucas must be pulling a joke on me...cause, yeah. We can stop now." "Or...you and Lucas are pulling a joke on me," Kevin returned the accusation. They both thought for a second and yelled together, "Lucas!" They went in the backyard to the pool, but there was no Lucas to be found nor any ripples in the pool.  "Lucas! Where the hell are you?" Kevin yelled again. He looked at Jake. "Where can a naked teenage boy go but inside the house, right?" Jake asked.  After what seemed like hours went by searching and searching. There was still no signs of Lucas. Then the phone rang again. Kevin picked up the phone, "Lucas! Stop fucking around, man!" "This isn't Lucas," the sinister voice laughed. "He tastes good. Want some?"  "What are you talking about?" Kevin asked and then put he phone on speaker.  "His testicle was the

What Have You Done for Me Lately? (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Giving me all the things I don't need  Upon your hand, I no longer feed So what, you give me money So what, you call me "Honey" When is your love gonna start? When do I get your real heart? Hold me  Console me  Accept me  Love me  Are you listening to my plea?  The bond of us is all I want to be  So ask yourself, greatly What have you done for me lately?

Death Became Him (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

Another dusk came as he laid in his coffin, dreaming: a nightmare that he once lived but failed to breathe. He loved no one. He didn't know how. He never cared to. Didn't learn love as a kid. And so, no one loved him. How could they? He lived too busy in sin to be in love or loved. Now, forever in death, he lie restless full of hate, stuck in the earth, wondering if he were in heaven or hell, rotting and rotting as Death became him. Death was him. A dirty soul. His fate was now the meat of worms.