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.


Saturday, February 27, 2016

Do It Right (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Get knocked out once
Learn, shake it off
Enemies will scoff
Let their past be the dunce

Feet placed deep into the sand
Seeds raised with a steady hand
Do it right
Future takes flight

Watch the leaves change
Take your time
No need to spend a dime
Dreams are within range

Learn from the chameleon’s sense
Do it right
Change the colors of your might
Let love be your defense

Friday, February 12, 2016

Not with Him (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

When I am asleep
He finds me alone
Always in the forest
Where I run
High into the trees
I look down to see Him
He’s sniffing
Getting my scent
I see Love in the distance
Who I really want to be with
Then He is gone from my sight
That is when He grabs me
He pulls me onto the bed
I scream
I scream
I awake

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

On the Wall (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Stop leaning against nothing
Living should be expected
Eagles spread their wings
Fulfill these expectations
Run through the sunlight
No lingering in the shadows
Don’t live life on the wall
Even flies get off the wall


Judas (The South) (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I have loved the South so much
Even though He has hated me as much
To be happy is all I want, not much
Yet I have run away from my home
“Go away!” the South yelled
I cried and sniffed
I couldn’t understand

He said I was different
No better than a spec of dirt
In a field of white cotton
But I felt that I was the same
So one day, He said to me “Prove It!”
I denied my heritage for His
And like Judas, my skin became silver

But God taught me what gold was
And She spread across my body
Destroyed all the hate the South had left on me
She said, “The South don’t own you.”
So, I marched to my home in the South
And said, “I ain’t going nowhere.”
I made the South, the South didn’t make me.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Broken Bridge (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

bridge is broken
eyes closed the openness of sight
ice blocks dying from the heat
shadows running across the clock
daggers dulled by apathy
an ad for yesterday’s bread
let freedom bend its limbs
let the child cry
in the closet he calls
in the basement is an apple core
near the old school with the crippled roof
singing love songs to a vase
a Tuesday with no wind
a jar of molasses on a truck bed:
honeybee wings forgotten in a mailbox
they expect more than fresh footprints
bridge is empty
bridge is empty
abridged

Time (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

The clock ticks second by second
I cannot measure beyond a century
I will never be that old
“I will never be that wise,”
said the wise man at my funeral
on my tombstone, all my years,
but a dash?
Time, my precious time