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A Close Call in a Lifetime of Close Calls (Blake Bumpus - Lafayette, LA)

The radpower engine was kicking and pulling straining to climb these slippery hills.
A bullet hit the internal antenna damn near grazing my leg.
Robbing that house was a bad idea,
robbing it  with the owner inside was a worst one.
The sirens were close now. Should I ditch the cycle and escape by foot and risk getting caught? To come all this way from that decrepit swamp only to get my ass thrown in a dungeon upon a hill?
But ahead a few dozen feet up the road was an alleyway, perhaps a means of escape.
I slammed my rear brakes, rev-matched and downshifted to second gear. A mistake.
The rear tire started to slide on the road and the cycle started to slide on me. I came to a quick stop by crashing into a metal dumpster.
(I admit I screamed when I got up.)
I yanked off my helmet and clutched my backpack full of loot with a bleeding hand embedded with rock and dirt.
The sirens were close now. I limped like a motherfucker as fast as I could to an open door that spilled light like gold onto th…

Breaking Society (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayette, LA)

Fighting an endless battle Against all aspects of society; Watching as we’re herded like cattle But refusing to go quietly.
Always resisting the binding ties, Determined to live a life fulfilled; Must detach from the scams and lies In order to keep from being belittled.
Far too stubborn and torn to fight as a team, Consequently standing resentful and alone; Relentlessly craving to reach a certain dream, Inspired by rejection of becoming a clone.

Papa's Hat (Barry Sons - Berwick, LA)

It’s frayed and bent Body oils stain it’s down. The felt is drying and fragile now; Its ribbons run amok.
Its dove gray velvet skin is gone As it sits alone on the stand, A lonely tribute stares at me To that sturdy little man.
He wore it proudly, his gray felt hat That dressed his casual clothes. Khakis or blues, a light plaid shirt, This hat with anything goes.
The smile beneath from ear to ear; A warm hand for his friends. The man who wore this hat Would he be my dearest friend?

United (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

it's time to unite to fight for the right to love who we love shove what they think in the corner somewhere away from care as we lay in this bed our skin intertwined i realize we look like a zebra your smooth chocolate skin against my alabaster skin how could this be wrong? how could it be seen as so? we've put men on the moon an American lives on every continent on this planet how can we can we not be tolerant? our words don't have to divide they don't have to hide the love inside of us that will grow if we show that words like lights  in the night glow ignite our right to love one another without boundaries across the seas let's hold hands and unite it's our right one world one love one word whoever you believe created you it's all the same we are supposed to treat each other the way we want to be treated not defeated my voice rises through disguises it's all about love above me you blend in with me be that someone who accepts it

Black Like Me (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

Hispanics speak Spanish to me Airports are afraid I’m a Muslim Blacks think I sound like a white person No one has a clue what the hell I am
Maybe I just might be American
Though, my birth certificate Says I’m black When you look at me, I see confusion on your face
Is that too much to ask That I just be American?
I feel sorry for the children That are black like me Too scared to love the ones they love Growing up, told to pick sides
Children stumble when they can’t  Bubble in “American” on a standardized test
I don’t know anymore What white is than black And when I was child I always just thought they were crayons
But now, I know damn well There is no crayon called “American”

Dance, Dance (Brandon Granger - Parks, LA)

Who am I in this love affair? A fleeing moment A stable figure That is yet to be known, You dance with my emotions A tango or a ballroom blitz Never knowing the next step or beat Something more desirable may come To cheer your fancy Sweep you off your feet Is my love truly enough? My dear friend, That is left to be seen To strip you or your secrets To place your trust in me My deepest desire To know you head to toe We dance, dance together Always as lovers With one beat and one melody We dance, dance together Always as lovers With one beat and one melody

Good Funeral (Blake Bumpus - Lafayette, LA)

I’ve come a long way,
I can dance in burning buildings,
and I’ve come a long way from home.

I’ve got myself some problems.
My problem is mostly myself.
But I fight so hard, I fight so hard to not fight.
I found a map but it just leads to more maps, and   my skepticism has lead me to dark places but my skepticism has never lead me astray.
I’ve come a long way, I can dance in burning buildings,
and I’ve come a long way from home.
Home is where I know I can find you.
Home is where I know I can love you.

You're Sick (Faerie - Lafayette, LA)

The sky is melting The earth is moving My mind is aggravated By thoughts of you So true You leaving me feeling dismal But you make me walk on water
Your dirty tears They spread disease Your touch I feel So real I see you lying in your tomb A reflection glaring back at me
You should be ashamed You disgusting fool So cool A sick, twisted animal Squirming in a maggot lake
Taste my creation I lick you abundance Trouble me with might So tight You crush my intentions I rip away your glare
The sky is dripping

Judge Me Not (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayete, LA)

Judge not my smoldering soul- Strong ambition brought me where I stand; Bringing ambivalence to the world, Oblivious to your indolent being.
Judge not my indulgent soul- I only want connection, take my hand; Through our hearts divinity has swirled, Wanting to be glorified but you are fleeing.
Judge not my fastidious soul- My feats will dilute my faults; Cruelty has somewhat incapacitated me, Yet indelibly has strengthened my tolerance.
Judge not my incorruptible soul- I’ve gained much indifference to ludicrous assaults; Loyalty and love are all that is needed to see The power of a lulling remembrance.

Avalanche (James Leland Ludeau - Lafayette, LA)

When I finally don’t give a fuck
Your bones shall ache
A tremble
A cold, harsh winter
A slow death with every breath
Time only heals the soul
Your flesh will cry still
This avalanche just broke
Destruction
White noise crashing down
Deafening
Silence
As you freeze beneath what once was the warmth of us
I hope you realize I was yours to hold
And I became yours to lose

God Will Cry (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

This is your soul trying to connect to you for last the time. We have come to the final crossroad in our life. This is the end. These are our last earthly breaths.
From this abuse of yourself, we will both die. You will be a rotting corpse. I will fade away into Darkness. People may mourn your death, at first, but you will be forgotten, while I am left here molested by the hands of Hell.
God will cry, “My child didn’t fulfill her purpose.”
I’m begging you; don’t do this. It has been a slow ride, a slow descent to suicide.

Awakening (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayette, LA)

In your darkest hours it spreads you out and in all your feebleness, infects you. I never thought pain could be so desirable until I laid my chest upon you. I cut it out, sucked it in, and patted it dry. As you sleep, it awakens and touches me with beckoning eyes as I stare into insanity. Hurting me intensely, but I can't let go, I need it to flow. Releasing me, it breaks you. How sadly I whispered as you flickered out and dragged me through. And now it's a part of me, leaving only your memory to bleed.