Breathe in and you take in the world breathe out and you change the world then, breathe it out whisper your tale or, if you must, shout from all around you Breathe out for all around you Breathe, and breathe, and breathe, again that is what Life is all about
You are my hearts desire, You have lit my fire. All that has happened between us, Has made me believe in trust. I do not know what to do, All I know is I still love you. Only with you have I found true love, For only you have become my morning dove. Please tell me that we still have a chance, That you with me will always be true romance. However, as in life there is no real answer to love, Just that you are its life’s blood.
She whispers to her own: "Tonight, we fly among the stars. This full moon, the fear in their hearts Will be inspired by us. They will clutch their children And shy away from Her, As they have always done, Since man has thought himself Learned enough to close his mind."
When I find myself alone in the pain.
When I feel like I have absolutely no one to turn to.
When I wish the hurt would stop.
When I don't know what to do.
When I feel completely lost.
When my eyes just won't stop welling up.
When I don't want to bother anyone with my hurt, my pain.
When I know that everyone has other responsibilities.
I don't want to interrupt them with my hurt.
When I have thought about all of the ways to make the hurt stop.
When I am tired of putting on my strong face for others to see.
When I am tired of the tears welling up, filling already soggy eyes.
When I am tired of the tears, tears that roll non-stop over my cheeks.
When I don't want to hurt the ones that I love the most.
When it seems like those who are supposed to love me don't get who I am.
When no one has any idea of the pain my smile hides.
When I am worried about being forever labeled by others.
When I am the one that everyone counts on for strength.
When I never show any weak…
In March 2013, photographer, James Leland Ludeau III, emerged as the biggest supporter of Louisiana Words and had already contributed many poems to the blog because of its initial focus as an outlet for the freedom of self-expression. When Louisiana Words merged with Acadiana Pride Festival, the focus of building the festival became the mission of Louisiana Words and Louisiana Words: The Series, started by President, Louis Toliver Jr, and Vice President, Ted A. Richard. James was the primary helper getting the word about the public reading series together with Louis. James equally matched Louis's passion. James saw Louisiana Words as a wonderful opportunity to help people express themselves, but wasn't aware that this would be the core platform to launch awareness of Acadiana Pride Festival. Louis had formally assumed position of Acadiana Pride President at this point. Thus neither Louis nor James expected the building of the festival to overshadow the initial mission of Louis…
Wanting to go out on a perfect date Waiting to find that someone Learning you have to trust fate Searching for that someone Trying to rush everything in life Rushing into bed with someone In the end will only cause you strife Be patient waiting for that someone Remember all that will happen is already written Learn everything you can about someone Wait until your heart pulls and you are truly smitten Don’t rush into bed with someone Live like you believe in everything you have felt Get to know the heart of someone Love like you believe this is the best hand you ever been dealt Be in unison and harmony with someone The path you walk is the path you are supposed to be on Don’t doubt yourself or question the reason.
She Struggles She goes back and forth In and out of emotions Awake one minute Dreaming away the day In the next A paroxysm one moment Rocking steady in the next Its all crap one minute And then the world Is beautiful again She struggles but At least she's not afraid To say what she feels When she feels it It may be all crap today But tomorrow she will be okay
I pledge my allegiance to Louisiana. I will embrace what makes me and my 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 just as smart as hem. 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. I pledge that I will do whatever I 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. We I ain’t giving up easily. I will socialize in the real world just as well as I do on the social media…in hopes to organize us and the real world that we live effectively.
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You look so beautiful at night
But you always start a fight
If you only knew how you made me feel
You always make a real big deal
You look so beautiful tonight
Baby, can we just go on out
And enjoy ourselves
I just want to hold you tight,
Baby, all damn night
But you are just looking for a fight
I think instead of hanging out
I’ll just stay home and write I’ll just miss the fight
Holy, Holy, oh glorious lord deliver me from my atrocious errs unbind my soul from all offenses Blessed, Blessed, oh hallowed lord grant me answers to my prayers let me be your faithful witness Praise you, Praise you, oh sacred lord I come before u, humbled and desperate and beg to be near you in your lenity Gracious, Gracious, oh cherished lord give me wisdom to know my fate and accept my purpose with serenity
She whispers to her own:
"Tonight, we fly among the stars.
This full moon, the fear in their hearts
Will be inspired by us.
They will clutch their children
And shy away from Her,
As they have always done,
Since man has thought himself
Learned enough to close his mind."
I weep, I scream for the ancestors. Men and Machines dreg at the sacred sand bar built into an Island. A place to pray. A place to call on the ancestors. When oil spills, who else can we turn to? Not the army corp of engineers!!! Oh Scared Island where the River turns. Why? Why?! Why! Blow up the Morganza Spillway instead. Free the river, let it flow.
Space between us
By a salty ocular's soul
Infected by your stare
An equation for disaster
It’s time I face the facts that home is just a visit to a memory of when the worry was on Papa and Mama. We lived without fear with the house unlocked, safe and protected by love. Always knowing that he was coming home.
At a time in life when everyone is watching what you say Be original with your words Don’t watch what you say, instead speak your mind Be inspirational with every breath Speak from your heart, whisper from your soul Be an outlaw, have wild thoughts and dreams Make time to have conversations with your loved ones Be the person you dream about being At a time in life where originality is rare Speaking from your heart and soul will set apart Be the breath that God gave you
i hope that you are resting quietly and that you've found the peace you never could in life in stillness i've found my voice i've found a way to let go of you found my flame finding a way to quiet my ego and know realness i'm changing learning growing so i am putting you in my past i can't have you in "today" i've made my peace with that so i will try to keep your legacy alive by being the best man i can be i'll honor you with my being i used to be so angry when people suggested i should learn to let you go and now i have learned and in the absence of anger grew my peace so i am putting you in my past i can't have you in "today" i've made my peace with that so i will try to keep your legacy alive by being the best man i can be i'll honor you with my being i used to be so angry when people suggested i should learn to let you go and now i have learned and in the absence of anger grew my peace
We have so few days to be good to people. No matter how hard they work against an established pattern or what little good they acknowledge in themselves. What remains is that while we live and learn we have to keep teaching. The choice to help the poor or shame them can be taught. Aside from biases set up to defeat black and brown people we have what seem to be the same chances as anyone. It’s a bitter thing to live every day with the stress of fear and exclusion, but when we choose good it makes the world better. People folding up like lawn chairs for a lie they were sold are just as likely to turn away and accomplish true good in the world. Hate, poverty, and the violence and limitation of rights of women are not ‘us or them’ problems. They are Human problems. We can solve them. We can heal the world if we work together for good. To protect children. To grant every access to a full education of their home, our world which further enriches and improves the future they will grow up i…
She sees people Walking in lines, shuffling past her constantly She's alone in her bed, in her head To any glancing eye But she sees people, not ones she recognizes Just people on their way, like herself She wants to follow but she's not quite ready yet She's tired, so tired, and most days now the fog doesn't clear away The cobwebs growing thicker They confuse her and she doesn't know what to do Surrounded by the people she loved She's all alone, facing the end But for the little girl Who sat with her, laid in bed with her After days of not being able to see the little girl's face Last night, the girl turned around She didn't recognize her, yet a part of her knew why she was there Until the end, unknown until right before she begins to cross over A silent sentinel, Watching Waiting Guarding Guiding Soon, she knows She'll get out of her bed On her broken legs She'll join the throngs of people And together they'll walk towards What comes next.
Is this true? Can it really be? I can’t wait for us to finally meet. Everytime we talk I crack a smile. I’m hoping you and this feeling stay a while. In my dreams we met before. Your eyes lit up as I walked across the floor. High expectations this might be. But I sure as hell can’t wait to see.
Sitting in our spot Pulling each flower Petal by petal “He loves me. He loves me not. “ Sitting for hours Pushing each dream together Breath by breath “He hates me. He hates me not.” Before I knew it There I was Sitting in a pool of petals Center of our path The one we used to dance Accepting me not Wind made me stand up I slow dancing around our path Following each petal he left behind Leading each breathe in front of him I circled around and stood Wind blew the petals around me When I looked at our spot There I was looking back Accepting me
Being the 1st singer to bring her talents to Louisiana Words, Sasha has never had a place she felt she could not only sing, but also express her passion for expressing the triumphs and failures of pursuing her dream of singing. Making her appearance in Fall 2018, she is the fastest writer to go from the Newcomer to Allstar in the history of Louisiana Words. She is now also the lead singer of Rhythms and visions. She is currently in the process of becoming the first Director of Music for our Louisiana Words family. Let’s welcome Sasha to our family and give her the support she needs to showcase her singing/writing for Louisiana!
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i fell in love with you burning hot like coals beneath my skin l ighting up my being i laid on the altar i was altered i cared less about me and more about you for the first time in my life i faced giving up I faced sacrifice i felt like the lamb sacrificial slaughtered and if i fed you it was ok i only wanted you to be nourished i gave of myself but your love was a gunshot to my head left me limp lifeless changed sacrificed but my soul retreated refused to be beaten and this spirit in me grew white heat LIGHT i forgive you for sacrificing me i served a purpose but now it pours out of my skin like light like a candle a lantern i want to shine upon the dark path and show you what transformation feels like that you can come out of any situation no matter how bad no matter how dark illuminated filled with Light so bask in my glory it's my new purpose and if i sacrifice my light it only grows the spark never dies
candles in half circle leaves underfoot incense burns and wafts above night sky looks downward, casts light of star and shadow of moon shed clothes lay crumpled in dark grass skin gleams and glows in light of candle and smoke of incense blessing sage drifts and billows around tapers music entwines with heart and soul and dancing feet bare body leaps and twirls and pushes through the darkness alive floral scarves float and twist and dance around the limbs running ever sunwise, ever gathering, ever drumming energy washes over sense and time and spirit air fire water earth together, grounded, connected, enmeshed feet pound through nature's floor and hands rise towards goddess skies heart opens to raised flowing energies words spit of devotion and peace and healing lips adulate the oneness of all inner flower unfolds to receive blessings of goddess all this is for good all this is for peace all this is for well-being As Above, So Below Blessed Mote We Be
I passed away. It was a journey through the light but my grandmother was waiting singing a poem much like a song: All souls unite Into God’s light May the sun burn bright May energy be my might There’s no need to fear the night There’s no longer a need to fight ... My grandmother grabbed me from the light. She was standing on a mist like dust. It was made of rock, sand, silver, gold...every particle and element you can imagine. I was very young when she passed away. I really didn’t remember here on Earth, but I knew who she was immediately feeling her aura. She spoke with a voice as soft as cotton, “I’ve been waiting. Now come and take a walk with me. It’ll be just a short time to us when everyone else gets here.” “Is this heaven?” I was afraid to ask. I’d have to face my mortality and my immortality. My grandmother laughed, “No, angel, but we’re not far.” “What is it?” I was hoping it was heaven. “The waiting room.” She led me away from the light on top of the divine mist. She began sing…
I been living my life all wrong. Looking at my past I see it’s time to make some changes. All these years I been doing things wrong. Baby when I think of you and me I can’t wait to see changes. Changes that will bring us closer Closer in miles and closer to your heart, It’s time I start doing things right After all these years I been doing myself wrong. It’s time I start doing me right. After all the days I’ve been gone, I need to make time to do you right. One night at a time, one day at a time, One memory at a time, it’s time to do us right.
Isolated for my ability, then shoved away like a wind-up doll. Look up the movieTrick Baby. The dinner scene.That shut up and singtalk will not fly. “You should sing jazz.” That's one thing I like but it doesn't fill up my heart. “You should sing opera.” I do but where I live people only care about beer, zydeco &football. She shall not fetch and step it. “You should be famous.” Gee thanks, have you recommended my work to anyone? Shared/reposted my videos? “You don’t look like a singer.” You mean I don't look wealthy or I'm not a skinny blonde with a tan that's way too dark and implants where I'm already blessed with sizeable peach? Gee thanks. “Black people sing opera?” Why yes. There are many classical black voices that get passed over for being too dark, not a big enough name...and they become the many unheard that get carted out for the month of February. So who sing roles like Aida instead? Out comes the bronzer, afro wigs...shoe polish Sit down with me over…