130-ish Your point has remained the same as day one... Your beautiful Mother raised quite a son... What terrific strength and power you hold... Oh such man! So big, burly, and bold... OH, you are just so far, tougher than I... I wonder, do those biceps allow you to cry... Through all that strength, does... Continue Reading →
Cajun Night Before Christmas
https://youtu.be/EjnBD7qm3iE Cajun Night Before Christmas Author/illustrator James Rice This Cajun accent (if real) is a bit different than where I grew up. It is so interesting, how many different "Cajun accents" there are in Louisiana. Tangent: My Grandmother only spoke Cajun French till she was about 8 years old when she was forced to learn... Continue Reading →
Unmarked Graves
Unmarked Graves Rosedale, La Nameless Unmarked graves... Unknown names... Endless days... Death lays... -Madamchryzl- In Louisiana, this sort of gravesite can be rather common. Flooding and sinking lands continue to remove proof of lives once lived. I am not sure if that is the case for this particular site but in some cases it is.... Continue Reading →
My Marine…
My Marine... That permanent invisible badge you wear... Is obvious... -Madamchryzl-
Narcoleptic Nomad Nightmare I
The Streets of New Orleans, generate it's own sound... The cobble stone still exist, and it's blood so profound... Howls and growls... I see it's teeth and the snares... I see the skulls tumbling, down Hell's stairs... Vampires and demons alike... Monitor their selection each night... Picking and choosing their victims with out haste... Innocent... Continue Reading →
A Pawn
Just A Pawn... Madamchryzl 2004-ish A pawn in your game... Only my name... Phonetic syllables, all the same... Synonymous with shame... -Madamchryzl-
Birthday
December's storm of the century... Birthed a new worldly energy... Winter's Tornado could not prevail... She was born to battle this hell... He paced to the lyrics of Crazy Train... Heart beating faster than the rain... Fear only a young mother can feel... Yet skin numb to the cold steal... Skies quiet... A Mom's might...... Continue Reading →
My Mighty Oak 2.0
Through the cyclones winds, you stand strong before me... Through the angry lightening, you remain barely singed... Through the drenching rains, you breathe your air safely... Your might keeps us in tact, though my storms batter us deeply... Your strength preserves our love when my weak nature is on display... Your strong branches cover me,... Continue Reading →
Your Voyage 2.0
Sailor, I can see the worries unfold in your eyes... Rough waters rule your golden river of lies, loud rings untrue winds... My captain, you must be the one to see it through... Sirens do not show what is true... Divert course, manipulate your direction... Failure is not an option, it is your head that... Continue Reading →
The slip of your tongue tastes of silver. A scorched metal , with a cold after taste. The words you speak fall over like a silken lure. Aromas of time, fall with haste. Keep that fire hot, lest this was all matter to waste. -Madamchryzl- *Repost*
I Waited…
"Indian Bayou" Photo By: MadamChryzl I waited for you... With my eyes to the night sky... I waited for you... The stars watched and sent me their tears... I waited for you... One by one their tears fell around me... I waited for you... I cried, "I am a fool." I waited for you... The... Continue Reading →
On Stolen Wings
On stolen wings the banshee sings... Bellowing vocals and haunting Kings... She falls every night... Awakened by midnight 's light... Roaming only where the darkest reside... No pink flesh, nor beating heart lives inside... Moss covered hallowed eyes... In her presence, all light dies... Resentment burns like an intestinal coal and powers her through... Harvesting... Continue Reading →
Cajun Indians
Oil Painting By: MadamChryzl Their history barely adheres, like peeling paint... Once, a structural masterpiece that had fallen faint... Ruins of an ancient life, that once stood strong... Fallen spliters and pillars, evidence of life gone wrong... Weeks that felt like centuries, eradication far from elementary... Their souls of solitude fill an invisible cemetery... Unmarked... Continue Reading →
Protected: Sticky Situation 1.5
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Sticky Situation
Photo By: Paul Brouillette What a sticky situation we are in... You're not even my friend... A thought... A tingle... You're not even single... You are a glimpse... A minx... You bit off my cuff links... What a situation we have created... The adhesion gets better with each moment of lacking sophistication... The sweetness is... Continue Reading →
Demon Cake
Photo By: MadamChryzl Demon Cake In a ravenous lust I search my nightmares for you... Beholden a tempestuous yet silent smile I yank you through... Disoriented and furious are all my comrades and inmates... I do not rebuke their opposition... I negate their fate... For I fix and admire their position... Some hang there... And... Continue Reading →
Possession
"She floated straightish..." Photo By: MadamChryzl Possession What a powerful hand you possess... Such an attribute, I'll confess... You took me into your hands... And performed magic over my lands... You're a magician; no, a warlock... You possess more strength than time left on your clock... Over power Me.... I am a Banshee... I am... Continue Reading →
STARS LIE…
STARS LIE... OIL Art By: MadamChryzl... (Knife along the stars) My Star My Lie tight... My Lie I tell tonight... Bring me a delightful freight... Bring me a taste that I desire upon sight... You are wrong and I am right... And you deplete me of all of my might... Color me blue... Please, I... Continue Reading →
My Mawmaw... (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say: "Baby girl, fix ya problems... Ain't NO ONE else gunna do it forya. Life is hard and it won't get any easier... So get use to it, sha." Miss you Mawmaw... I miss you lots... MadamChryzl-
I was hesitant on posting this one bc it is quite eclectic... I've been told that I was very odd for liking this song so much... The lyrics complement the pain and satisfy a dark hunger... RIP to the singer.... Pain works on a sliding scaleSo does pleasure in a candy jailTrue love doesn't come... Continue Reading →
This one might not be for some of my pals on here... But if you are ever on a daytime rendezvous in Cajun Country and have your windows down... and you are maybe searching for a way to create new nerve endings... Keep your boundaries but maybe make one small part of them expandable... They... Continue Reading →
Sleepy Friend
Last night you were not with me... Where did you go? Did you stay in bed, did you wake up to see? That you were with her and not Me? We never even had a chance, never was there any room for a romance... My hearts keeper does his job well, but my lips shall... Continue Reading →
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 