Is it not the radiance of the dawnwhich stings my weary eyes,
but the passing of yester-eve’s touch
that I tremble like the leaves
with light
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011
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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,
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French critic & poet (1871 - 1945)"
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“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
“Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious.” - Carl Gustav Jung
“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
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