The darkness has a power of its own at times. Especially when one is alone and thinking of someone that sets them on fire with lust. This is one of those dark writes, but an alluring one to. Well done, crimsin. 🙂

Your poetry lives deep within my heart forever. Even if I don’t get a chance to read your work for a few weeks, your words and poetry always amaze me. xo

Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I wish it was my voice. Unfortunately between covid & asthma I no longer have the pipes I once did. My daughter…she’s got the mother-lode in voice skills. But no, it’s not me or my daughter. Thank you for the moment & welcome to the Stars. Look forward to seeing where you take us

One can’t feel loss if they’ve never had anything to lose.
Terrific write. Poignant and personal.🙏💋🙏🙏

Great write willow.
This touches the soul and gives it a squeeze.
Wonderful writing chica:)

No always a good reason to write, perhaps, but you always write them good. Tribute poems are the “in spite of death”. It can never be final as long as we never let go.
This is a statue, done in delicate honor. You created another corner in heaven.
Well written, Willow.

Life is a battle. And there are those who battle for us. It is hard when we lose those people. Great ink friend.

Beautifully penned, Willow. Loved the arrangement. Starting with just vocal & piano, then introducing another instrument every verse throughout. First the bass line was nice, add some light drums, some strings, add in a build, then a harder drum beat, really enjoyed your choice of music. It pulled at my heartstrings my friend, the subtle changes added layers. Excellent work!! A lovely tribute. Appreciate you.

Damian

Makes us think of the month of Abib and the Exodus, why?

Thank you. When do we get to see your words on the screen? There’s not a lot of interaction happening here these days, but I’m happy to hear new voices and support talent and heart!

Get some words up and I will be there for them. I haven’t figured out the support system here yet. I started out trying to comment on everything I could but some never reply, many don’t reciprocate and eventually I gave up. I will never be part of the “it” crowd, but I am solidly in the corner of sincere crowd, if that fits your needs. There are a few who are incredibly supportive. I’m grateful for them, support in return and don’t stress the rest. At the moment this is the best option available. Hopefully it will remain that. 😊

All the Moons have their hold on me. This lovely poem held me for a spell and I was fearless yet tinged with a healing sorrow felt for the many dear folks that have flown.
I was born on a New Moon. It is always enlightening for me during its waxing.
Be well friend.

Rock on, Love this crimsin

Fantastic!

I love the rock god!!!
So many great lines in this but I absolutely love flame of fright!!
Cheers to the darkness!

Passionately penned, Brenda. Always a great write when music is involved in the story. Excellent work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

​I love the commanding voice in this poem! It isn’t a passive admirer; she’s a “Mistress,” an active conjurer of lust. The use of words like “Hexaba,” “culted lust,” and “sanctify the rite with orgasm” is brilliant for creating that sense of forbidden, consuming desire. A passionate wicked piece.

Rob Fuckin Zombie Brenda!! Have you ever listened to White Zombie’s early material from the 1980’s? I personally think it’s horrible. Check it out if you haven’t. Awesome piece of writing. Love the chick…Sexy!!

Really intense images.
I definitely saw a scene of the occult unfolding in these words.

I both admire and fear witches.

Regards James