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
The Red Rose Bites
A single red rose celebrates love’s joyous triumph.
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love is a rose
soft and ruby-red
the petals finally fall
but dead thorns remain
while a forlorn love bleeds
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
tasting the rose of love
while ignoring the thorn’s bite
Golden Skies
A golden sky above a lonely road in the far west.
break away
to a lonely road
under a golden sky
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
pictures by the girl riding shotgun
she destroyed my soul
three things cannot long be hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth ~ Buddha
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under this bohdi tree
things are bad being me
as dire as could possibly be
look around and what do I see
that at least I knew and loved thee
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I see the moon
smiling down on me
love’s lost lament
when the lovers’ moon has set, no lantern can replace it
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no affection, love is gone,
my life is hard and unholy
like all good men and true
I’ve had to pledge my soul
for if not for love and honour
then what else is right and whole?
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Storm wave
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
her harbour light kept me safe
