Time and Time Again

Such a cliché And Cautionary tale...Molten and drenched  Residing in hell...With imaginary chainsAnd invisible guards...I slumber, onlyOn glass shards...My days countCareful and careless...Oh time, pleaseOnly spare us...-Madamchryzl-

No Apologies

Long lives the apology...Lovely, Is it's anthology...Words tuned into it's song...Tempo and rhythm slow and long...Heartfelt and sincere...Regret, Is what most can hear...Sounds and clusters declaring sorrow...Empty and shallow is your morrow...- Madamchryzl-

Love Petals

Petals of loveRadiate Rushing red...Blossoms of seduction Procure Provocative pink...Florets of passion Gleam Grandiose gold...Vines of romance...Surround me....-Madamchryzl-

Confession I

Oh Father,If there was a reasonForSurpassing Soulful treason...He... He,Would be my reason...Oh...A heart...Oh...A soul...Oh...He hides...Charging,It's toll....Oh...SO tough! Oh!So bold!Oh...A delicate heart.. He is unable... To hold...Oh! HE! OH! Me!Such carelessness,To see...Oh!To let him,Hold me...Oh!Such enouement...Oh!Such,Darkle, Spent...Such,Sand sinksIn such,A cosset..-Madamchryzl-

Confessional Walls

Confessional Walls These confessional wallsShould not beBuilt so thin...Let the construct Be of diamondsso they maydeflect my sin...Walls of Pineand thin curtainWill not withstandNor contain...Such a concessionOf lovers dancingAlong the borderFar from saine...Oh feeble wallsOh echoing halls...My sinful words...Would surely rupture...All that isThis measly structure... -Madamchryzl-

Bear No False Witnesses

Charcoal Pencil Drawing By John Teal Beneath it all...Rendered bare...There is quite a story to tell...Words...Of me...Words of...You...Exposing it all...Of what we do...Pages of Dreams...Characters And things...Organized In a chronological Pattern...To be judged byThe stars Further Than Saturn...The truth Is there...EloquentAnd Bare...The truthLies here...DrenchedIn eachTear...-Madamchryzl- Thank you again, Mr. John Teal... 😊

Hue Jay and Blue Jay

Hue Jay & Blue Jay... Sat upon the wire... Looking North... Hue Jay asks... Is it the mountains that you seek? Do you wish to migrate upon the mountain peaks? A new day is born... Hue Jay and Blue Jay sat upon a branch facing South... Blue Jay asks... Is it the ocean that you... Continue Reading →

Life’s Chore

Photo By: Meg Graves Life's Chore Son of Nothing, reaps splendor...None knocks upon my door...From Flower to floor...Left with nothing, more...So Sour through sore...Simple, Sweet and so demure...Life's little sinful chore...Pain is life upon the pure...-Madamchryzl-

I Run

Photo By: Meg Graves I RUN I race to you...Like lovers do...I hide from you...Like the frightened do...I love you...Like a heart will do...I run through you...Like time will do...-Madamchryzl-

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