My high road leads to  ...                                                               LOVE                                   that’s the center                                        of my universe                                                                              ...not another human being.

When I’m at war I look for the shining star The one with light so bright It guides me in the night Some say that things come with time That life has no rhythm. No rhyme. Unbeknown to some No need to look, the answers come I just look for the thrice sign It will always align For I hadn’t sought Only formed a thought The universe guided me With what my mind is open enough to see

I pledge allegiance to the United States The place that has led me to feel like A second class citizen Sisters are fighting wars “there” Just to return, not treated like women, but instead like A second class citizen Brothers are fighting to love “here” For a legal piece of paper that doesn’t even say, “I love you” A second class citizen Second class citizens That vote like we should Second class citizens That (for the most part) obey laws We’re second-rate currencies So our tax money shouldn’t be good here

To all things I said “yes’ to, now, that’s “no” And to the things I said “no” to, probably “yes” I had said yes to our love when I met you I should have said no until you knew me And this would have been to protect to you From what happens when I eat Adam’s poisoned apple It’s difficult to watch your loved one do things purely And you can’t do those same things, cause of the poison You wish you could so badly give your lover the pleasures he deserves Like others can, unless you really have LOVE, that true pleasure All my lover has to do is offer me an antidote for life dissatisfaction I would thank my lover, but I may never get the chance again Its all fun and games when you think your playing Monopoly But in the real game of Life, you can’t pass GO more than once.

“Is she said dead?” He asked HER I have never had a family unit That has come to understand me As a teenager, I ran away to be free I sacrificed rejection to live happily But when I loved out of foolishness Jumping back into rejection full-heartedly Where many others were waiting readily “She’s been beaten bad. I can’t see her noise.” The other guy said HER My love casket held my leftover waste My body, accepted the earth, lifelessly Except, no one whispers that I’m chaste “No just raped violently.” The other guy said. “Another one dead”

Oh I feel for you poor women ... Especially, if you have a tampon in your vagina right now My heart goes out to all women that must think about that discomfort But I think I’ll keep my penis because it thinks about my comfort And …Kisha says she like my penis too

She and I are riding in a car together. She is wearing a light pink bikini and she has a pregnant lady’s belly. She is driving, but the steering wheel is on the right and I am a passenger on the left. We have agreed to travel to a hot springs spot in the country. After riding for a while, we come to a toll bridge but instead of each lane stretching by a booth with an attendant to accept the toll, each lane ends at a different type of fast food restaurant. There are a couple burger joints, a pizza place and one fast food place I’d never seen or heard of before. She knows which type of fast food she wants, but I can’t make up my mind, so I get out of the car and tell her that I’ll catch up with her later. Somehow I know the last restaurant is a mixture ... of all the other fast food places and all of a sudden my decision isn’t so hard, and I choose that last restaurant, the one I’d never heard of or seen before but somehow knew was a combination of all the other fast food joints mixe...

If an enemy put a bullet to our heads, Before our bodies hit the ground We would let out one last breath saying “Fool, our words will live forever now.”

I see you in the mirror and I like what I see Your beautiful eyes, they tear into me No reason to doubt, but believing your eyes made me blind to your corroded disguise And I don't know why but memories, memories of your eyes. No, I don't know why but memories, memories.... memories, memories.... I lie awake next to you listenin' to that tainted rain and I build the wall higher that keeps me in pain In an insane haze of diluted dreams even a bright burnin' candle is not what it seems It may be safety, but to me it's hell's fire teasin' me with all the things that I desire But I can't have them because I deny myself the right to ask the question 'why' I carry my little piece of midnight, in a little white handbag Sometimes it gets so heavy, it makes my shoulders sag Your sunrise comes to me in forgotten ways But that little piece of midnight always stays Lookin' at you in a neurotic sunset I'm driftin' throug...

There is no way a love interest of hers could not fall madly in love with the version of herself that I'm lucky enough to see.   Her love of 80s music and seriousness about it.   I love when she completely lets herself go into uninhibited silliness that would never be shown to a lover. Which is a shame because her smile, so bright as it is, is dimmed by how bright her soul shines. It's the kind of beauty that resonates in your bones. Lovers would surely feel a rush of love seeing the girl in her pure form. They would never leave. I know this, because in that moment, I myself, feel in love with her.

Behind the keyboard, I can paint you a picture with words. Eloquently draw out a sad, but true story. Love lost. Love found. Life lessons. Comedy. Horror. My canvas derives directly from the technological advances of the 21st century. No more personal than a twenty dollar hooker from the four corners. But it's all mine. For the world to see. Next time, I'll mail you my story. It'll probably get lost, but its the thought that counts. To whom it may concern: my life is not for you to judge. But for you to witness. Painted pretty on that HD LCD screen you spent my entire months paycheck on. And tomorrow, you will forget every last word and ill be but a distant memory lost in cyber space. Only to be rummaged up by some child researching online blogs for his research project. And when I'm old and grey, I'll only have the words I wrote for the world to witness. For I wrote down my thoughts, relevant or not.

We are very excited to introduce a new contributor to Louisiana Words.  Ingrid is a beautiful, brilliant soul who produces fine work. She is a writer, song writer and musician.  And those are just some of her talents.  Welcome Ingrid!

It was time for bed now.   After this day, I needed all the rest I could get.   Not only was I jet lagged, but now I had to face this wedding in less than two days.   Chris came into my room.   He sat on the edge of the bed.   He put his head in his hands and began to rub his face.                  He said, “I love her.”                 “Like you love me?”                 “Don’t be like that.” “What you expect from me? To be amazingly happy that you found someone to marry? To just stand here while you marry someone else? What happened to forever and always? What happened to us against the world? How do I come into play in all of this? Huh, Chris?” “You know I love you more than anything in this world.   And I would...

Like Alice, it all started with a dream, Softly spoken words in dawn's purple light, Landed on the pillow for just long enough to ... Break my soul in two with thundering might! "Where residest now thou? " Schism, though it was, left me for a fool Thinking that I'll mend the dissonance of two! I reached down in the toolbag as to find the wrench, To remove the ego's sordid, caustic stench. But Norns had a different task at hand in mind, Wrench before my very eyes turned into the dust. "Can you see the chasm gaping 'tween the two? Do you dare to take the plunge for her who will then, Mercurial as all nymphs are, vanish in the end?? " 'Though I dared not think, as true as it may be, Temptress, with her haunting eyes, peered invitingly! "Jump! JUMP!! I promise you the beauty, the splendor, the love that consumes and burns to the bone! Cupid's arrow?!? Mere trifle, child's play. Empyrean love ...

Endless days depart with me Off to find safe haven Liquor drops and candles ... Dancing midnight air Countless embers in the sky Shine bright the path towards home Find me there entranced in time Nothing ever lost Finding bliss like frogs back home Play the night away

I suppose I'll just start in the middle. Sometimes silence makes the biggest sound. The three signs have aligned.

I survived Metaphorically I've fought through life and never backed down. Little did I know that all those struggles, hard decisions, and standing tall even when I stood alone would give me a mentality that guided me through tragedy. You tried to kill me I took you on. Two to one. Bet you never thought you could lose. The odds were clearly in your favor. I was the weaker sex. Unarmed. Bleeding. Bruised. Hurt. Your tortured me, in every way. You fucked with my head and you violated my body. You stripped me of my dignity. And I still one. Two against one. Odds in you favor. Man against woman. And u lost. Yep, u beat me, and to months later parts of me still hurt...but I lived. I fought you. Both of you. I took u booth on, toe to toe. Stupid move. I do not allow myself to lose. My decisions to live fucked you from the moment I made it. You poor men, u never stood a chance after that. Transformed I found myself after this. I am no loner doubtful of me. I am a bad ass....

           It was our first time together and also my first time ever and, just like all of you that have been in this situation, I was scared of what everyone would think, but I went with that first touch that sent my body tingling with pleasure. The way his hand caressed the back of my neck. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Blood heated. Breaths deep. Bodies waiting. My lips leaned in met and his lips. A magnetic spark turned into a slight nibble on each other’s lips. Hot breaths, sweet and sensual. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off the t-shirt from his body, smooth, warm, beautiful flesh. I wanted this. I wanted this so bad. My soul erected. It must of have been when his tongue licked my neck and sent electricity up my face, my brain seizured with ecstasy. Was it the fear of this sensation that held me back this long? What would they think if they saw me like this, my eyes rolled in the back of my head? Trembling skin. ...

He brushed through his curly, silky hair He leaned on his inviting, broad shoulder He remembered where they had been He remembered all their painful struggles He reminded him of how far they come He reminded him of how far down they were He professed at one time he was his heroin He professed at one time he was his meth “Aren’t you glad we made it?” he said to him “Did you ever lose faith?” he replied to him “I knew we’d fight to the top,” he smiled “I knew we’d beat our obstacles,” he grinned These two men seemed as if they were one What a great feeling and I’m glad they made it

I  am sorry for the things I have done, They have sent you on the run. I always act with out a thought, Now I must face what I have wrought. What can I do to save our home, Or do I have to wonder this life alone? How can I win you back, Do I have to perform a selfless act? I know I’m sorry is not enough, I must get rid of this evil stuff. With what’s on your mind and in your heart, Is there enough room for a new start? Can you ever trust me again, Or was this fight our final end? I am so lost inside my soul, I don’t want to live a life all alone. You are the one I want to love, You are the one sent to me from above. I tend to hurt those who are close to me, I let my past anger surface and I can’t see. I know that you don’t want to here this, You are hurt and still pissed. Please don’t walk away from us, I look in your face and see only disgust. I only hope that you will forgive, Without you I don’t want to live. So I am here asking you this rhyme, Do you need a little or a lot of t...

It always starts out in a blaze of passion   Love songs Romantic Sonnets about the beauty of love Then like the inevitable setting of the sun I'm done First it starts with the feeling of me being used Next personality differences start to annoy me Then its the loneliness in and out of bed But always ends like the setting of the sun In silence and disconnect Am I destined to be a solitary creature of the night Why am I always looking for a mate in the harsh light of noonday Perhaps its driven by the memory of the One A fellow nocturnal stalker Whose love I thought would last past twilight I was wrong She found her mate as far from me As the sunrise is from sunset Still I am here at dawns early light Straining to stay wake Feigning I'm a child of the morning Cause while I see a joy in the midday sun It is the night where I finding my freedom Is the answer to make peace With the inevitability of sunsets Embrace the coolness of the night And her seductive moon planets and stars Som...

(from the Book of Human Revelations) (The Final Revelation) You know in life….you really just shouldn’t give a fuck what others think about you. The world   is filled with best friends, fuck buddies, kinda friends, familes, not-so families, frenemies, enemies, and bitches. You never can please such a diverse group of bullshit expectations. Fuck it. So, let’s be real friends and as long as we are being real friends and either growing together to be brothers or becoming confident in becoming wives. Fuck it if it doesn’t work. You tried. The first person to move on is the winner though. Then you could just make your own family that is financially supportive but not emotionally supportive. Unless, it's meant to be.  But you got to wait on fucking time.  And we whether be destroyed by the the bullshit expectations than wait for the patience to lighten the burdens on our souls enough to fly off the earth into the universe for a better life.

I apologize to anyone, I may offend, who can’t handle real emotions But let me get to the point so not to waste your time Just Fuck your hashtag and let me be Why do you give a shit what I’m doing? That shows how superficial you are You don’t see the good person that I am Instead you see someone you blame your delusions on Delusional people. Fuck. Fuck them and their insecurities Fuck! You are welcome. I let you keep your insanity. While I gladly find sanity alone.

My heart raced whenever he looked at me.   Didn’t he know that I already had our children’s names picked out?? (Rachelle and Jacob)   He was everything I had ever hoped for.   He was smart, funny, talented, and did I mention he had arms for days??   He got my blood pumping by just shaking his hair from his eyes.   I would sometimes bow down in his presence, subtly of course. He would lift on the lumber and I would just die.   How do you tell someone that you LOVE them and they don’t even know your name?? As I sat in the jail cell, I realized how ignorant the whole situation panned out to be.   Maybe I shouldn’t have spent every day for a year staring at him from only five feet away for hours at a time.   Maybe I shouldn’t have followed him home just to watch him cut his grass.   Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled, “I LOVE YOU” at him while he was driving a fork lift.   Then maybe he wouldn’t have been startled.   Then maybe he wou...

His ribs were made of precious rocks             Where dust was breathed into-- Sealed in seams and living locks             Until this boy was born and grew; Mocked that tree that built his box             And held his soul---the one he split in two. I. Numbed-Out Funeral Song In my enameled haste, I bit away the husks and soft seams of my fingertip only to spackle my spirit in three cardinal-hat drops. While they fuse into the cotton mesh of a white buttoned shirt, a neon display lights the window of the Majestic Mortuary, singing and jiving to tip-toeing black umbrellas caught in the daylight. Hiding my red triad beneath the crisp diamond pattern of a silk tie, the trickles converge into the slick-black sequence of a forking geometry. I’m the only one who knows; I mourn for myself, I mourn...