secrets & regrets
no matter how careful you are, your secrets will come to light
~
Secrets
Past Desires
Past Kisses
Past Sins
Past Lovers
Past Lusts
Past Lies
Past Lives
Deep Regrets
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
he smiled at you
like he knew all your secrets
she’s calling on the telephone
how does she always know just when to call?
~
she only calls when she’s lonely
she only calls when she needs me
and every time she calls she cries
she tells me her little love stories
then she tells me her bigger lies
she tells me how fine it could be
she just can’t look into my eyes
so, it’s time I said goodbye
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she’s lonely again
it’s just her choice of men
she loved me for a day
the flowering of love never dies it’s time just passes
~
twilight’s last whisper
dreaming of memories
loves lost times past
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
loves sweet sorrow lingers
as the night gathers
Random Jottings ~ Vampires
vampires do not drive sensible cars
~
never offer a vampire a drink
~
he tasted the blood in the water
well, she was that kind of vampire
~
she was bad, she was mean, she was dangerous
but she did drive a vintage red Corvette
~
most vampire’s theme song isn’t the toccata and fugue
it’s bat out of hell
~
I once loved a vampire, but she was a few hundred years older than me
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she had wise eyes
a face of angelic innocence
damn shame she was a vampyre
Writing
English, the finest and truest language ever known to mankind
Nobody can write a scene like Shakespeare, even though he couldn’t even spell his own name.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother
I cannot write prose like Mark Twain, even though he was naught but a steam boat pilot.
Never allow someone else to be your priority
while allowing yourself to be their option
Few can stir the blood like a Tennyson or Coleridge.
Half a league, half a league, half a league onward
into the valley of death rode the six hundred
Or evoke love and passion in the way of a Keats or Shelly.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness
But I can write like me ~ direct, pithy, sanguine, and terse.
Haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
perhaps not the greatest writer
Fleming created an iconic character
tired and bored with myself
make a new start, get up and get out there, there is naught to fear
~
I don’t feel pleasure
there is no real pain
waking up is pointless
too much useless leisure
far too much cold rain
the days are countless
thoughts are mindless
nothing to lose nor gain
just isolated loneliness
it’s time to begin again
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
it’s time to laugh again
ruined world
now is the long dark midnight of your soul’s despair
~
and after lockdown
~
it was so quiet in the ruins
~
walking through this old town
~
the dogs bark but no children play
~
every child is kept safely locked away
~
no bright shining voices to be heard today
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
and the freedom to walk
has been taken away
my heart writes
I’ve been listening, listening to the soft silences
~
my heart writes while my brain watches in awe
I could be dreaming, hopelessly stranded in love
your love surrounds me with thoughts of the ocean
soft sand, the deserted beach, waves breathing gently
sunshine, the passage of time, tides, the moon and stars
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Life may bring a lot of things
just remember that you’re not alone
moonlight lust
the moon watched over all her lustful infidelities
~
alone
it was over
lonely midnight
moon shining silver
and she was going home
trying to smile, nothing there
she was beautiful, a mature slut
she would regret her lascivious lust
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
just a thong, under a see thru dress
and what’s wrong with that?
white water
for true love knows no seasons, no endings nor beginnings
~
black beach roiling
the lonely figure walking
March gales came in slashing
white water boiling and crashing
and yet he is far away day-dreaming
of love, the moon and stars, finer things
hearing her voice seeing her face in his mind
knowing, deep in his heart, this is the beginning
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
so in love with her
nothing else matters
