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 →

Self Destruction

Photo By: MadamChryzl Brick by Brick... Destruction as delightful as painted lips... Vein by vain... The structure shifts... Piece by peace... Walls start to crumble... Stone by stoned... My temple starts to tumble... Rein by reign... Truth billows as high as the plume of chalky smoke... Weak by Week... A new foundation my soul will... Continue Reading →

Vapidly

Photo By: Madamchryzl "Canyon Lake, TX May the numbness settle back in... Deadened nerves are what's left in the end... Smiles systemically generate... Flesh can pretend... I am a robot, nothing here to liberate... A prisoner of my own crimes, not one statement to defend... Sentencing from the highest court, I waste no time attempting... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII

Narcoleptic Nomad VIII I dream of my ancestors dancing across the black sanded beaches of Italy... I wonder if they looked like me... With hair darker than the coast and sunsets as romantic as their hearts... Sweet wine... Fragrant vines... Stones and spirits as old as time... Escaping such love is a crime... A baroque... Continue Reading →

An Ode To ‘Dirty Dancing’

🖤Dirty Dancing🖤 Familiar songs bring comfort and pleasant memories... Her heart goes, bump bump... As her kisses come in three's... His heart goes, bump bump... Giggles turn to sighs.. Her heart goes, bump bump... Cradled, unlike a baby, though she cries... His heart goes, bump bump... Plush cotton heavy on the skin... Her heart goes,... Continue Reading →

101 Lovers

Paul Brouillette Photography 101 Lovers One hundred lovers and not one love... It flutters away more quickly than the wings of a dove... The delicacies and stirrings from below... Surely one may drown from the undertow... One hundred and one lovers, one hundred more words... One could fly higher than the birds... One hundred times,... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad VI

Narcoleptic Nomad VI I recline in soft fields of shamrock along the jagged coast... As I dream of Ireland... Cliffs plummet into the dark waters and the oceans force my spirit into a spiraling dive... Pieces of medieval poetry rest among the bell shaped blue flowers... Sweetness and salt touch my lips as lover would...... Continue Reading →

Narcoleptic Nomad V

Narcoleptic Nomad V I dream of Brazil... Colors and rhythm fill my room... Carnival becomes an essence, and dance will follow soon... Here... Orchids nearly float on thin air... Confetti showers me all around... Orange, yellow, and red... O, why such festivities ever have to end... Soon, I wake, a grin... Maybe soon, I can... Continue Reading →

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