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, February 26, 2015
Deep. Deep in the dungeon of the boy’s father’s closet, he stood. The smell finally turned his stomach sour and he vomited. With all his might he gathered the strength to find a way to break the boy free. On a table, filled with many blades and other torture weapons, some keys sat. The boy grabbed the keys and tried each one until he was able to unshackle the emaciated boy.
“The man with the empty eyes! He will find us and kill us!” the emaciated boy fell in to the little boy’s arms.
When the police arrived, so did most of the town, screaming and shouting, validation of his father’s evil torture. Several young boys had been missing for some time. The poor emaciated boy, the father’s son found, was the only boy left. All the others had suffered the most horrible deaths and there was no reason given to the police for the horrible crimes by the boy’s father. He just sat silently as the home was investigated. Several skeletons were removed from the closet in body bags. Parents saw their children’s bones for one last time, before the morgue, before their funerals.
When they finally began to take the boy’s father out of the home, the father made eye contact with his son, for what would be the last time. The boy for the first time saw how empty his father’s eyes were. The boy turned away and ran to his mother, and hugged her tightly. They wept.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Leaning over the toilet again
I'm sick from having you
Only fools, can your love win
What's a fool in love to do?
But you don't want my love
Leftovers instead of monogamy
I can't be touched without a glove
Your virus eats each part of me
The way you tease my heart
My stomach is full of your shit
I'm too much in love to fart
I'm on the floor stuck in your pit
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
As the boy walked into the darkness of his father’s closet, a horrible odor punched the boy’s nose. It was something he never smelled before and it instantly caused fear. But this wasn’t your average boy, fear propelled him forward. He had to know what was in his father’s closet.
Time passed and so did more darkness. The boy wondered if his mother would suspect his absence. But, she was oblivious to anything that didn’t involved pleasing her husband and only her husband, as the father stressed the Bible said. This caused her to forget she had a child at times. The boy understood this already at a young age.
All of a sudden, his face ran smack into something, hard. A wall, he assumed. He felt around until he touched a knob and then turned it. The door opened and a sinister, red light covered his face. He entered a dungeon of some sort. There were decaying corpses of young human bodies. Some seemed recent, all male, young boys.
He heard an unpleasant moan from the only lively, little soul in the room of the decay, struggling in chains, dehydrated, emaciated, standing in his own feces.
“Help me,” his raspy voice pleaded.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
…on the self
I’ve never told my friends I couldn’t stand myself most of the time, so I got a therapist some of the time. It helps. I’m more human than I thought.
Every time I looked in a mirror I saw a new flaw or the old flaws had gotten worse. I needed a change. I gave all the mirrors in my house to Goodwill.
It worries me sometimes that I think of suicide. But when I play my guitar it makes me want to live. That means something and I am going to pursue it.
I am a horrible parent. I don’t want to spend time with my kids because I am scared of the responsibility. This is a step forward that I admitted this to myself.
My ex-boyfriend hit me. I realized my standards were low and I told him that to his face before I left. I don’t plan on living my life with his problems.
When I was a kid I was molested. I told my girlfriend that was the reason why I had such a hard time showing her affection. Since then, I hug more.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Like the sun, I am all alone
Not certain why I shine
Not certain anyone cares
The moon waits on the phone
Will the sun answer the line?
I am lost in their empty stares
Like the moon, my sun is gone
My soul bound to earth by a vine
Floating in God’s nightmares