Observation

Observation Running, without a place to hide... Quietly, drifting away with the tide... Eyes glossy from the nights of tossing and turning... Hands trembling in sync with the stomach churning... Head space that grinds on all gears... Feet that fret with made up fears... Generational concerns handed down within a pine box... Heart chained and... Continue Reading →

Call Of The Crow

Call Of The Crow Photo By: MadamChryzl The caw of the crow echos within the valley... His watchful eyes do so, gladly... Feathers of midnight, as dark as my heart... Members of his murder await his call to start... Ravenous beaks find opportunistic defeats... Opportunistic beaks find ravenous defeats... The caw of the crow echos... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

Enchanted Rock

Enchanted Rock... Llano, TX Born from an otherworldly place... Beyond our own outter space... Glistening granite of pink, white, carbon, and gold... No human, only ghosts, know of the true powers it may hold... Beams of electric energy... Bolts of divine synergy... Our universe praises it's glory... Home of the untold, true ancient story... 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 →

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