Category Archives: Writing

she walked on eggshells

you don’t lie to the person that you love

~

skilled liar

she was carnal

and I truly adored her

I never knew the real woman

she walked on eggshells around me

why do I adore a false chimera, an avatar?

~

jack collier

jackcollier@talktalk.net

 

and she never tells the truth

 

 

Distant Love

it hurts not having her close
it would hurt worse not having her at all

~

and I loved her

she wasn’t here

yet I adored her

even from afar

and I desired her

wide oceans apart

distant yearning

to possess her

I still love her

enchanted amour

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

dancing to tunes of love and hope

Sexual Infatuation

’tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all

~

this is what becomes

ashes to ashes

iron to rust to dust

desperate desires

love to hot lust

strong sexual fires

knowing he must

possess her always

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

perverted sexual possession

disgusts the right-thinking man

Friends Without Benefits

she spoke to him with words, he looked at her with feelings

~

can you just be friends with me?

was the question she asked him

since I get no choice I guess yes

are you really sure about that?

she asked, very sweetly smiling

twisting the knife a little more

he’s only a second-best friend

it’s a real shame he’s in love

even worse that it had to be her

but love has no common sense

it’s just the road to Hell

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

love and desire going nowhere

Love Betrayed

it wasn’t her fault it was mine, for believing every word she said

~

love is like a dream

honest true and fine

until it becomes a nightmare

suspicion dishonesty betrayal

booze drugs promiscuity

hurt paranoia jealousy

revenge unforgiven pain

sadness to never love again

unless until reconciliation

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

if you’ve ever been betrayed by the one you love, then you know it hurts

 

 

 

The Guiding Light Shines

set your course by your bright guiding light

~

My ship was sinking

I was lost and alone

on the savage seas

inside my own mind

I could be very blind

and viciously unkind

dishonest and drinking

feeling fear and dread

then your bright light

pierced fog and gloom

shining far out to me

guiding me home

~

Storm wave

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

my guiding light shines

How Did Quasimodo Feel?

to love and to be loved is the ultimate,

but to love without being loved back is the truth.

If I said I had met both the Clintons, and that I liked him but didn’t like her, might either suggest that I lacked taste, or that I once moved in some exalted circles.  Well, maybe I did both.  I got used to turning left when got on the aircraft, having hotel receptionists know who I was without asking, and having bartenders mix my drink without me having to say it was a vodka martini.  Fuck! just how pretentious was that?

The trappings of success are seductive, money makes life much easier than it is for the less well off, and it seems that successful men attract better looking women than do the average office drone.  And, take it from me, when it comes to looking good most of what I had was clothes and charisma.

The circles I worked in, attracting top dollar, were filled with very attractive, well-dressed good looking women and men who could have had a career in Hollywood.  And there was I, a product of the post-war depression that gripped England.  Low calorie, vitamin deficient, crap medical care, and non existent dentistry.  We were a nation of short, maladjusted, angry, troglodyte, geniuses.

Among a nation of pretty brilliant, if mal-adjusted guys, I was in the upper quartile, at the far end of the bell-curve.  And that’s a hard place to live your life.  In England, at the time, being the top scholar in a grammar school just got you beaten up.  Ergo the smarter guys hid their lights under a bushel.

Then the worst thing imaginable happened.  Valerie Nelson, the prettiest, nicest, most attractive girl in my year had an obvious crush on me.  Valerie came from money, she was always suntanned in a town where the sun was always hidden behind the dirty cloud from the coke works.  She holidayed in Kenya, whereas I spent a week in Whitby.  She had a manicure and I bit my nails.

I’d like to say that the story had a happy ending.

It didn’t.

I was her Quasimodo and she was my Esmeralda.  There was a sexual incident.  That was the first time I knew I could be dangerously violent.

It broke her heart when I walked away.

I may get over her one day.  I may spend the rest of my life trying.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Paris is Burning

 

spectres of desire

in her dreams were the spirits of all those she had wronged

~

there are ghosts in the mist

demons haunt the darkness

pale memories of loves lost

the pain of a broken heart

as the night drives us apart

friends once tenderly kissed

then dismissed as we parted

warm love became ice frost

stone demons haunt the mist

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

nightmares of a dark love incarnate

Love’s Lost Friendship

whatever you want from me only love and friendship can give

~

I learned that I can still cry

sorrow is the other face of joy

to grieve silently is to be human

lost and broken and yet I’m a man

now all this friend can say is goodbye

you were the only love I’ve ever known

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

dawn in New Mexico

a better time to say farewell

Kiss From A Witch

never kiss a witch in the moonlight

~

on all Hallows eve

don’t promise a witch

on a long lover’s kiss

in the bright moonlight

else you will be hers

forever and always

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

only a lunatic should kiss a witch

 

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