Category Archives: Poetry

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

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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

 

pictures by

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

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the converse of this post will appear soon

 

Screaming in the Night

Sometimes nightmares become terrifying reality.

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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

Dreams of Disaster

Life is difficult and painful ~ magic happens.

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promises in a witch’s kiss

moonlight solitary darkness

walking alone in madness

feeling the bitter loneliness

knowing that she is heartless

and a loveless disaster beckons

~

 

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Dreams and Darkness

 

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the moon still shines in the deep darkness

the night is filled with malevolent stillness

my dreams are fueled with harsh blackness

a soul shattered, scattered with wickedness

evil goddess incarnate uncaring in hardness

yet I know in my dreams my soul is helpless

enraptured by her exotic sexual weirdness

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Dreams and Seascapes

Solitude and the sea is not the same as loneliness.

pale moonbeams

one night of dreams

nothing is what it seems

wandering on lonely beaches

solitary heart breaking seascapes

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

 

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