Category Archives: Writing

Chaos and Terror

Chaos is the Cosmos telling you that you are forever lost.

Turmoil.  Mind like a lost gypsy cab driving through a chaotic concrete jungle.

Dystopia.  Disembarking, it’s so dark and it’s so quiet in the ruins, grey and burned black broken like bad teeth .

Lost.  Then I’m walking on wet cobbled stones, just a bum with threadbare dirty clothes, down at the heel shoes, a body that’s all skin and bones. 

Doom.  The final dark gloom of a Dead Man Walking to nowhere and forever.

Despair.  Now all the good has gone from my life ~ what is joy, what is elation?

Dishonour.  I want you all to know that once I was proud, once I was a man and once I meant something.  But that’s not now.  That’s not now.

Terror.  I need to wake up.  I need to go home.  I need to find friendship again.

Loneliness.  I have no love, only blackness in my heart, my Goddess has gone.

Nightmare.  But, bad memories, just like the seas, live on.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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Dreams of Disaster

Life is difficult and painful ~ magic happens.

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promises in a witch’s kiss

moonlight solitary darkness

walking alone in madness

feeling the bitter loneliness

knowing that she is heartless

and a loveless disaster beckons

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Dreams and Darkness

 

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the moon still shines in the deep darkness

the night is filled with malevolent stillness

my dreams are fueled with harsh blackness

a soul shattered, scattered with wickedness

evil goddess incarnate uncaring in hardness

yet I know in my dreams my soul is helpless

enraptured by her exotic sexual weirdness

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Dreams and Seascapes

Solitude and the sea is not the same as loneliness.

pale moonbeams

one night of dreams

nothing is what it seems

wandering on lonely beaches

solitary heart breaking seascapes

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

 

I’m sexually impressed

All she wants is to have sex, with anyone…

so, dark sexual mistress

the face of a fallen goddess

a body you know how to use

husky voice enchants, seduces

erotic Venus who desires abuse

an easy female charm you misuse

I’m really impressed, now vamoose

you’re a slut

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

 

 

 

 

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Be Yourself

My epiphany came in that moment of the dawn.

In my heart

I feel like I was born again

In my soul

I feel an entire new beginning

In my spirit

It feels like I am an entire man

In dreams

It feels like my life is starting anew

because of the dreadful dawn Aphrodite brings

and she brings torture, torment, pain, and sorrows 

she brings eroticism, sexual love, and bright tomorrows 

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

 

 

 

 

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Waking Dreams

Listen to the world turning in the stillness of the night.

Night’s end

I’ve been blind

life’s not been kind

living inside my mind

searching, what do I find

a dark soul trapped confined

distressed unkind waking dreams

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

pictures taken with a Lumix

 

 

 

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English Weather

Climate is what we expect; weather is what we get.

The English love to talk about the weather; when an Englishman meets a friend or acquaintance they could spend a good hour or so discussing the weather.

The thing is, there are so many topics polite Englishmen almost never talk about; feelings, money, politics, religion, and sex to name just a few taboo topics.

The other thing is; we get so much weather in England.  American tourists in London can never understand that, no matter how sunny and fine a day it is when they leave their hotel, within a hour it will be pouring with rain.

We English also have many, many interesting words and phrases to describe our weather.  Brass Monkeys, Raining Cats and Dogs, A Bit Parky, Chucking It Down, It’s a Scorcher, It’s Just Drizzling, It’s a Bit Damp, Pea Souper, Sea Fret… to quote a few.

English weather is pretty clement, not usually extreme at all.  For us 40 degrees Fahrenheit is bloody cold, and 80 degrees Fahrenheit is bloody hot.  We don’t often get very strong winds, and even though it rains almost all the time, we don’t often get torrential downpours.

Mostly I like the weather in England, at least from April to September / October I like it here.  From October to April it’s bloody awful and everyone in England will have colds, or flu, or even pleurisy.  (I’m just recovering from a bout of pneumonia.)

So, if ever you’re in England, expect to be bored spitless by everyone always talking about the damn weather.

And, by the way, no sensible Englishman believes in Climate Change.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt

Maybe I’ll live so long I’ll forget her.  Maybe I’ll die trying.

All about me I see

near distant large-scale enigmatic monochromatic

artistic images masking manifest realities falsehoods

endured and survived commonplace denial of truths

tattered and deteriorated like the grey smoke rising

over deceits doubts commitments I see all about me

I see the fiction of she

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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Clouds, Colours, and Dreams

Clouds and imagination make a painting out of the sky.

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ever-changing imagination

a dreaming soul’s salvation

lifting your terrestrial burden

creating new sorceress dreams

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

pictures taken with a Lumix

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