Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, September 12, 2011


Fire-Spirt by filmchild
Let me be your sacrificial lamb
I get off on giving til 
it hurts
Spill my blood upon the altar 
to your gods
I am no virgin
but my heart is pure
I bleed ecstasy
I will redeem your sins
Throw me upon the pyre
I'll save your soul, baby
Watch me burn
white hot.


Rachel Hoyt said...

Interesting one! Why is she so ready to sacrifice herself, I wonder?

Brian Miller said...

well now...i am unsure if this is a hotinvite or a tongue in cheek rant at how people treat others...but i like...

darev2005 said...




Jingle Poetry said...

love it.

Ed Pilolla said...

god i love the raging power in this.

Fireblossom said...

Wow. Nothing like a little bit of mixed messages to keep 'em guessing. I really like this, and the picture to go with it, too.

nene said...

I don't know what was your inspiration at the moment of this creation was but it certainly contrasts from your 'H-Rant'.

Wow, you must be able to compartmentalize and extricate your self, at a whim, from the compartment you wish not to be in at the moment.

Wonderfully seductive piece in a 'selfless' way.

A.S. said...

Belo! Intenso! Sensual! Excitante!...

Te beijo...