Songs on Saturday ~ Billy Joel
people disappoint, passion is ephemeral, pasta is eternal
A long, long time ago, I can still remember when this music used to make me smile. That was before I started wearing Italian suits, dated an Italian girl, bought an Italian car, and almost married into the Jacionelli Family. Suit Ferragamo, Shoes Gucci, Car Alpha Romeo, Girl Sophia, Ice Cream Jacionelli.
Some say that you can’t ever truly know a woman until you’ve taken her out for dinner to your favorite little Italian Restaurant. And that you will never what she’s going to look like when she’s older until you’ve met her mother. All I know is that I’d rather have an Alpha Romeo sports car than a Morris Oxford.
History may be repeating itself ~ as history does
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
beautiful, expensive, temperamental
lost love’s journey’s ending
the heart’s darkest wilderness is not a place of this Earth
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I have journeyed far
through Xanadu, Samarkand, Shangri-la, and Elsinore
I traveled not for love alone
but to fulfill my quest, meet my fate, and free my soul
my heart torn apart by ardour
I wandered by the mountains of the moon’s raging river
in darkest passion’s burning fervour
I could take the pain and stand the rain as should warrior
a warrior proud, steadfast, alone forever
I wouldst take you far to Shangri-la, a land of never never
so join me, my princess most proud and fair
be my Lady, my Goddess, Queen of Camelot and Elsinore
to be together, as it ’twere long ago and before
lost love’s journey’s ending, together now and forevermore
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
darkness cannot drive out darkness
only the dawn’s early light can do that
chaos in love
true love finds an oasis of calm in the storm’s chaos
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and where there once was love
now there’s nothing left to say
go down to the water’s edge
cast dreams and prayers away
leave all the hurt and pain unsaid
I was bad, I was blind, I was unkind
all that’s left are memories to forgive
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
there are no rainbows over a black beach
when a man’s in love
a real man takes the time to learn how to love only one woman
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if he is in love
he will find a way
to forge their destiny
together, forever, always
under a soft summer moon
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
yin and yang
darkness and light
secrets & regrets
no matter how careful you are, your secrets will come to light
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Secrets
Past Desires
Past Kisses
Past Sins
Past Lovers
Past Lusts
Past Lies
Past Lives
Deep Regrets
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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?
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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
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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
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twilight’s last whisper
dreaming of memories
loves lost times past
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
loves sweet sorrow lingers
as the night gathers
Random Jottings ~ Vampires
vampires do not drive sensible cars
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never offer a vampire a drink
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he tasted the blood in the water
well, she was that kind of vampire
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she was bad, she was mean, she was dangerous
but she did drive a vintage red Corvette
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most vampire’s theme song isn’t the toccata and fugue
it’s bat out of hell
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I once loved a vampire, but she was a few hundred years older than me
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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
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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
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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
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
it’s time to laugh again
