A Conversation With Lilly Photo By: MadamChryzl I picked a flower for you... Upon delivery you were not there... I searched high... And got low... Not a trace of you was anywhere... I rested the lilly down and laid down beside her... She asked what she was here for and what was her purpose... I... Continue Reading →
Mardi Gras Season Has Begun!
Mardi Gras Season Has Begun! I have two videos that I would like to share... This song is done in variations from town to town... Sort of like a "different tribes" sort of thing. So the transition might not be 100% but it is probably a strong 80%... lol 🖤 They are both the same... Continue Reading →
The Sins Of A Woman
The Sins Of A Woman You wait...And wait...Watching...Until it is too late...You recall...You recant...You try to stop...But you just can't...It festers...It bleeds...You ignore very specific needs...It blisters...It burns...Until...Until, the table turns...With nothing to say... You speak it, anyway...Oh, you and what you feel...If only it was not real...You are happy...You are sad...What you do, it... Continue Reading →
Moss Covered Heart
Ben Pierce Photography Moss Covered Heart Cut Me openYou will seeStrings of me drippingMoss-Madamchryzl-Thank you so much Mr. Ben Pierce, you capture Gods artistry like none other. https://www.benpiercephotography.com/
Murderous Memory
Another Tale With No Ending Penelope watched as the couple swooned over one another inside of the gondola. She admired how he had brushed her hair away from her eyes so that he may gaze deeper. Penelope sighed and envied the woman’s hand as it gripped her lover’s shoulder tightly when she leaned in to... Continue Reading →
Murderous Mommy
Another Tale With No Ending October fog was always the thickest than in the other months and Penelope loved the it. She loved the feel and the imagery of the spooky air. "Honey, can you grab my box of Halloween decorations out of storage, please?" Penelope asked as she poured two cups of coffee."It has... Continue Reading →
Murderous Bayou
A Tale With No Ending "What do you know of murder?" she asked.The lieutenant stared."What DO you know of murder?"she repeated.Lieutenant Boch realigned his posture."I know that people murder people. I know it does not always require motive and sometimes it has one." he replied. Penelope sat in her rocking chair and continued to knit... Continue Reading →
Valentines Day
This story could be triggering. Valentines Day... She sat in the den thinking of everything that could have been... Should have been; and what it was in real life... Reality did not agree with the voices, and they agreed on nothing... That day she listened to her Grandfather Clock strike 12 twice... Not once had... Continue Reading →
Mardi Gras Song & Random Thought
Mardi Gras: March 1st, 2022. I would like to invite all my readers to consider a trip to Louisiana one year to partake in Mardi Gras Festivities. If you ever do, feel free to message me and ask for recommendations. Personally, I am more of a "traditional" reveler but there is not a "wrong" way... Continue Reading →
Brick Tomb
Your barricade sits higher than ever... Brick by brick the placement gets heavier... Your fate will become sealed within your walls... Your tomb will be too thick for us to hear your calls... -Madamchryzl-
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 →
Narcoleptic Nymph-Noel
Poinsettia Narcoleptic Nymph-Noel With mistletoe on her lips, she leaned into her lover. He knew she was deadly love, wrapped in a bow. He returned her kiss and her hands grasped both arms. She loved his taste and wished it would stay forever. Instead she held his bottom lip pressed between her teeth… His holiday... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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-
C4 Can Look Like a Firecracker
Tiny Rosie sat in her room and cried into her pillow, today was an especially difficult day for a 6 year old. She grasped at the ruffles on her bed and buried her face into them. She inhaled the delicate smell of washed sheets, it seemed to make her feel a little better. She raised... Continue Reading →
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 