Category Archives: Poetry

Preservation of Self

I am what I am, and that’s a man.

Your feelings are not my feelings, and my feelings are not your feelings

your standards are not my mine,  my standards are not your standards

your past is not my past, and my past is not your past

your life is not my life, and my life is not your life

you are not me, and I am not you

and yet we are friends and lovers

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

a witch with angel eyes

I had my share of nightmares
didn’t think there could be much more
then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Elanor

only the moon and stars know,

where you got those pretty blue eyes,

that smile while you tell such elegant lies,

you must have fallen down from out of the sky,

you must be some sort of witch to torment a guy,

who’s unwise as to fall hard for your delicate disguise,

your every word of tenderness a tormenting sweet caress,

but I know just who you are, and I know your long goodbyes.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she sang me a starlight sexual lullaby,

a thousand times, or maybe more,

and in the end, she didn’t care

Answered Prayers

My muse as always, is Aphrodite. ~ Shakespeare in Love

my goddess of love, sorceress, divine spirit,

you were there when I needed you most,

when I was lonely, miserable and lost,

drifting aimlessly from pillar to post,

you visited in dreams as a ghost,

and as a goddess lifted me up,

for that I shall you worship,

forever, no matter what,

you live in my heart.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Aphrodite, Goddess of Grace and lascivious love of Ares ~ eternally unrequited

The Dark Night of the Soul

Only out of suffering emerges the strongest souls.

inner torment

jealousy and doubt

the demon soul eaters

visit in the blackest night

darkness lonely frightfulness

another run around nightmares

of lying half-truths dishonest deceit

she was a dark witch circling the firelight

she made it so very easy, and my soul was lost

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

not all women are witches

but all witches are enchanted women

never accept a kiss from a witch at midnight

you don’t have to be alone

Life is out there waiting for you, so show up.

empowering

better, smarter, stronger

collaborate, persevere, longer

wanting, needing, dreaming, deeper

close friend, partner, motivator, supporter

purpose, planning, decisions, actions, deliver

balance, harmony, confidence, calm, peace, living

so lonely and alone no longer

~

jack collier

email:   jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

just a solitary traveller, meditating

In Moonlight Shadows

Just a small town boy lost in one more lonely midnight.

I had lost all control

I need to make true changes

torn and conflicted I had no home

I had been filled with angry resentments

California Nights showed me I need new goals

when night comes again, I’ll be looking at the moon

yet you know I’ll be thinking of all those California Nights

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

just one more lonely night

but don’t stop believing

My Soul’s Resentments

To be wronged is nothing unless you remember it.

in the darkness of the soul’s resentments

the healing light of dawn still shines

as a thousand spiritual friendships

allow harmony’s true happiness

to heal all our inner distress

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

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the girl riding shotgun

 

the grim, the bad, and the unholy

Wisdom cures so many things, except loves lost forever.

adulteress betrayal cuckold dreaming

erotic flirtatious gratuitous harlot

infidelities juicy kissable lusting

men naughty occult provoking

qualmless rape scary tart

unholy vixen witch

xeno-yearning

zoophile

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

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Screaming in the Night

Sometimes nightmares become terrifying reality.

~

sex and the stranger has left

just another of those bar boys

the Marconi plays downbeat

yellow moon rules the clouds

alone again after midnight

hurts that nobody even cares

that she’s scared filled with fright

soul peopled with dark dreams

her past sins have found the light

all she has are her worst nightmares

and solitary screaming in the night

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

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.

~

 

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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