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The essence of…

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , , , on September 21, 2015 by Mj Rains


What I love about Gustav Klimt’s Art is this essence of…something sad, or forgotten, what is not there at all…even in a kiss there is a hold, a longing, a seeking to keep what longs to be gone… and golden tears…

Update: Image features The Kiss by Gustav Klimt, one of my favorite paintings, and Freya’s Tears by Anne Marie Zilberman, who is clearly inspiring!

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These violent delights…

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2015 by Mj Rains

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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss,
Consume.

~ Shakespeare
Image- Diana Vishneva, Romeo and Juliet

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2014 by Mj Rains

kissour bones
like stems into the sky
will forever cry
victory.

~Charles Bukowski

 

Addiction

Posted in October with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2013 by Mj Rains

Addiction

by Christopher Courtley

She stalks the shadows of my mind
And the dreams she leaves behind
Taunt me with her memory
Haunting nightmarish ecstasy.

A sickly lust, a prick of fear–
The night descends and brings her here
Naked and untouched by man
A moon-white virgin courtesan.

She is all and I am hers
Abject slave to a heart that stirs
For no one–so I nightly sit
In paradises counterfeit.

Loving her is poisoned bliss
Her kiss is death and still I kiss;
So banish sun and harsh daylight
And come sweet angel of the night–

Come upon the moonlight’s streaming
Come and light my darkest dreaming
Come and fill my veins with pleasure–
All I want, and all I treasure.

From Thirteen Black Roses: Gothic Romantic Poetry
by Christopher Courtley

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let us live…and love…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 20, 2013 by Mj Rains

kiss_by_keziahkissCome…let us live and love,
nor give a damn what sour old men say.
The sun that sets may rise again
but when our light has sunk into the earth,
it is gone forever.
Give me a thousand kisses,
then a hundred, another thousand,
another hundred
and in one breath
still kiss another thousand,
another hundred.
O then with lips and bodies joined
many deep thousands;
confuse
their number,
so that poor fools and cuckolds  (envious
even now)  shall never
learn our wealth and curse us
with their
evil eyes.

from Catullus
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