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Anonymous Amour

Sex is all about who has the power to demand love.

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eyes heels stockings legs resume

hair dress shoes lips manicure

taste perfume sexual allure

firmly mysterious amour

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

he gives me away

 

 

28 Days

It is not the length of life that matters, but the depth of life.

What would you do if you knew that you only had one month to live?  Or just one day ~ until noon?

Some say that they would finally say goodbye to all of their friends and family, put their affairs in order, and quietly sit down and wait for the grim reaper to call.

Others say they would tick off as many things on their bucket list as they could.  They forget that wherever they go they take their whole life along with them.

And then there are those facing certain death who retreat into denial with religion and a bottle of booze.

Not that I believe that I am anywhere near the end of days, but I’ve had to seriously accept that my time on this planet is numbered, and the count-down started the day I was conceived.

I get the feeling that I don’t belong here, that everything good is so hard to hear, they’re just not listening.  I’ve walked so far along the warrior’s path that sometimes I aim too high.  I get the feeling that I am among the lucky few who has been able to accept that winter comes eventually.

So, with the assumption that I have 28 Days to Live, how does that change what’s left of my life?

  • Money is worthless.
  • Possessions are useless.
  • Unhappiness is pointless.
  • Stale relationships don’t matter at all.
  • Negativity and judgementalism are a waste of time.

Only people, places, and things I do that bring me immediate happiness, contentment, and serenity deserve any place in what’s left of my life.  Making other people happy may give me vicarious satisfaction, but that matters not one jot.  Nothing lasts forever, people change their minds, and today is just another day.  Living life to the fullest, seizing the day, means that I will only be around those who can fill my life with a kaleidoscope of colour.

My castle is in the clouds, and if others don’t want to go there then they can fuck off and have a nice day without me.

Some men say that she holds their heart in their hands.  And, that if they can’t have her their life can never be complete.  All I know is that it will be all right without her, I will be as strong as I can be.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a man with 28 days to live should perhaps find a woman who has fabulous legs

 

Postcards from Purgatory

She was Purgatory incarnate, promising Heaven and delivering Hell

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every time I go back there is the same as the one before

every journey has me wondering why I desire her more

her hot breath of adoration a mere promise of scorn

Goddess of love incarnate, and yet she is a whore

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

beautiful, mysterious, wild and free

gods and men have enjoyed thee

 

Gorgeous Eyes

The eyes are the windows to the soul.  ~  Shakespeare.
In what distant deeps or skies
burned the fire of thine eyes

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you have fallen, deep and wide, into her exotic eyes

with promises blue and wide as distant skies

and so you drown, in her lovely lies

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

some women would love to have those eyes

Wilderness Remembered

The Earth has music, for those who listen.  ~  Shakespeare

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haunting music of the wind

drifts over the wilderness

the only roof, the stars

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalknet

 

the desert is bleak and beautiful

a fine place for outdoors living

not as comfortable as a patio

Psychedelic Fire Serpent

She who is possessed by carnal desire for the serpent is lost.

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Dawn, and smell the sulpher from the dragon’s breath as she purred

Her Life is a journey of imagined adventures, so lie back and enjoy the ride

Eat a marijuana cookie explore the inner Cosmos to see the rainbow serpent

Experimenting playing with psychedelic substances has always been her forte

Smiling as she watches the kaleidoscopic mordant rainbows melt and change

Reality is an illusion, real life is what she thinks in the strange deranged moment

No angels in bright, white raiment there, only darkly amorous vampyres play

At night, cats are black, vampyres are dark, except for the ones you mirror watched

Lazily, indolently, intoxicated, she dallied with a dulcimer as my heart was shattered

Venus was breaking, creating lust; then she said with laciviousness falsely enamored ~

if you want to prove your love, then bring me the head of the mirrored dragon

Or dead red roses in the hard midnight rain

Why think rationally?  Common sense never had fair maiden

and fear never won the day

Neither in her canopied bed, nor even at the dismal end of a misted swamp

Bitter better man never gets chance to play with carnal women and absinthe

She’s beautifully dangerous, I desire her this moonlit night, and she is not patient

There are never certainties, nothing a man can ever trust, there is only useful myth

It could be worse, if the iron dice roll, may the Goddess help me

When she fails, take me back to Liars Bar again, finally

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a vampyre will always bite

dragons burns, and women lie

et une belle biche, elle est gratuit

Lover’s Moon

The moon is but a pale reflection of the love in your heart.

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he took her in the moonlight

her eyes sparkling silver bright

her hair black as the sable night

their caresses, hard kisses excite

desire ignited hot in their hearts

entwined bodies sexually inviting

moving with simultaneous delight

until at last their passion was spent

and they lay under the cold moonlight

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

for the cold light of the moon is love’s softly warm kiss of adieu

Wants, Needs, and Desires

A self-confident woman is not, by nature, a virginal muse

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I learned that

women have wants

needs desires and lusts

elegant enigmatic as any cat

extreme sexual sensual she taunts

yet all men should learn she also trusts

understanding cherishing supporting accept

her deep sexual sensual wants needs desires lust

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

confident women seem to like sex, romance, love

and a little bondage

wilderness imagination

The clearest way into the Universe is through the wilderness mountains.

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leave the city of your comfort

travel into the wilderness of intuition

walk upon the hot virgin dirt

and let free your deepest imagination

no more pain degradation hurt

and your soul is one with all creation

deep in the lonely barren desert

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

go, boldly go

toward the mountains of the moon

Expectations of Desire

Desire is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.

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expectations

dreams and desires

crushed into the desert

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a sad and lonely little man

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