Collected deep within its chambers are the remnants
of what were the moments of our intimacy.
May their memory keep me as warm and hopeful
throughout the long winter nights
when I will find myself
- Without.
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008
As these have been the crimes of my passion;
surrealistic sensualities, intimate illusions & other misdemeanors of love, lust, loss & longing
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"In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man."
- The Marquis de Sade -
If I could have been all that you wanted - all the time.
"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time." - Ingrid Bergman,
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery.
French critic & poet (1871 - 1945)"
“God will understand, my lord. And if he doesn't, then he is not God and we need not worry.” -
“As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods, They kill us for their sport.” – William Shakespeare, King Lear
“What does a scanner see? Does it see into me? Into us? Clearly or darkly?”
- Peter D. King
“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love; but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love; to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy; therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness… ” - Woody Allen, Love & Death
“That for which we find words, is something already dead in our hearts.” - ` Friedrich Nietzsche
1 comment:
Thus I gather the stores of sentimentality –
That such is the kindling of my heart.
Collected deep within its chambers are the remnants
of what were the moments of our intimacy.
May their memory keep me as warm and hopeful
throughout the long winter nights
when I will find myself
- Without.
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