Random Jottings #9
of course you’re not scared of me, I’m not the vampire
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‘I adore you…..’ she said. ‘please take your clothes off…..’
‘these aren’t clothes…..’
‘you’re a werewolf, aren’t you…..?’
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she was so fucking hot
and so into being used by the wolf
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the witch wore black satin and lace
the werewolf wasn’t impressed, he much preferred red
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the werewolf came to her, charmed by her soft voice
‘you are lascivious lust incarnate…..’ Red Riding Hood whispered
‘and I like that’
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Red Riding Hood had almost tamed a werewolf
now what was she going to do with him?
Scenes on Sunday ~ Red Sky
red sky in the morning, sailor take warning
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
red sky at night
sailor’s delight
Random Jottings #8
no matter if you’re a vampire or a werewolf, love is still love
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vampires werewolves and demons lurk in the shadows
nothing does a good lurk like a werewolf
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moonlight music and a werewolf
what more could a girl want?
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she should never have gone into that place
it was one of those bars where the nature of werewolves slowly becomes apparent
it’s lucky that she was a real dog
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
dances with werewolves
just don’t show him your throat
white water
for true love knows no seasons, no endings nor beginnings
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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
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
so in love with her
nothing else matters
Coronavirus Personal Abyss
suffering from the coronavirus is akin to drowning in despair
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Like thousands of others who have been or are still very ill I have not had a proper test for the coronavirus, just a differential diagnosis that says I’ve had / have this manky thing. Personally, I know that I am now recovering from COVID-19, and let me tell you it’s no fun. The virus beat me down physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, and it’s doing it’s worst to make my recovery as difficult as possible.
Waking up in the morning, very early, I feel pretty good and busy myself doing ‘normal life’ things ~ some fresh air and a walk is healthy for me. But by mid-morning I start to feel weary, and by evening I’m back to feeling fucking dreadful again. I go from having supernatural powers to running into a brick wall ~ very fast. Recovery from the coronavirus seems to be a two steps forward and one or two steps backwards kind of thing.
Not only do I need to save the world by staying in and watching TV, I need to save myself by resting and mostly trying to watch TV, listen to music, or read something light.
Trust me, if you have been ill, then you are going to need a lot of rest, for quite a while.
Stay safe, and look after yourself.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
recovery also means rest
a final tryst
the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
a dateless bargain to engrossing death
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A winter midnight and the light was strange. A glow that cascades, softly falling from darkness, carefully arranging long shadows cast in deep silver blackness.
A castle dark, a fortress strong, and set in the tallest lonely tower a locked room holds and coldly embraces the lovers’ fatal final tryst.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
we will never be set free from these chains upon our love until we embrace the moonlight
Ethics, Manners, and Morals
love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies
Everybody lies. Everybody lies all the time. Everybody lies to oil the wheels of business, friendship, politics, relationships, and society in general. If everyone told the brutal truth all the time then this world would be filled with aggression, discord, mistrust, and violence ~ and that’s just about the state of the world anyway. In most relationships, if both partners were absolutely truthful all of the time, then most relationships would last for about a New York second.
Most lies in most relationships are lies of omission, it’s sometimes impolite to tell our partner the complete truth. Many would not say that their partner’s brother disgusts them, or that they go to the bar on the way home from work because coming home is the last thing they want to do at the end of a busy day. Hardly anyone would say that they had sex with someone they picked up in that bar, and they don’t even know his / her name. The first of those lies of omission is perhaps acceptable, for a while. The last of those lies is immoral and unethical.
Sometimes lies are created by we what we believe are good manners. We might say that our wife / husband looks nice, when in fact they look like a slut / skank / bum. If you think about it that kind of a lie is actually very cruel. Another unthinking lie is when we tell someone that we love them, and in reality we don’t much care for them at all, we only talk about love to get what we want from them ~ usually either money or sex.
Lies are perhaps the least of the unethical, ill-mannered, and immoral things that people do. Begin with things such as alcoholism, casual sex, drug abuse, gambling, gaslighting, promiscuity, road-rage, stalking, stealing….. All of those hurt someone, not least the person doing those immoral and unethical things. You may think that being an alcoholic or a drug user, or promiscuous, or whatever is an illness and the unfortunate is not to blame. Let me tell you that this is untrue, no matter what alcoholics anonymous, narcotics anonymous, or whatever anonymous may say.
And I know, because I have been there. Everyone has an ethical and moral duty to be the best version of themselves they can possibly be, and if you drink, take drugs, fuck around you are debasing yourself and need to find help and treatment. Nobody is ever going to think you are smart or clever for doing those things. And afterwards, you will lie about it for the rest of your miserable dishonest life.
If you want to be a better person, then the place to begin is with good manners. Respect yourself, respect others, and respect the world around you. And, if you don’t know what having good manners really means, then maybe it’s time to learn.
Some say that they wouldn’t trust their partner out of their sight for a second. And that they are sick of being ignored / talked over / abused. All I know is that if I can turn my life around, anyone can.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
picking up young guys for sex is pushing morality a bit
adored memories
she will be always on my mind and forever in my heart
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first light soft glows
love’s silk memories
the feelings of bliss
and warmth lingers
recalls the long kiss
ecstasy which stays
sustained continues
like the eternal seas
we two were lovers
and she shall always
live on in my heart
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the voice of the sea speaks to the soul
Dog Eat Dog
it’s a dog eat dog world, and she’s just a kitten
The world can be a dog eat dog, the devil take the hindmost kind of a place. The world I lived in for most of my career was like that ~ the top dogs in International Finance take few prisoners and think little of the people they step on to get to where they want to be. So much of life is like that these days. There is little honour and less trust among cheats, liars, and thieves.
We cannot even say that the dogs and rats, those who lie, cheat, and steal have some kind of character defect or mental illness ~ not unless you say that all politicians, bankers, businessmen, lawyers, millionaires, and billionaires have some kind of mental illness or character defect. The top dogs in this world knowingly set out to do anything and everything it takes to get what they want. And what the leaders of the pack want is money, power, influence, adulation, women, sex, and disciples ~ they want instant gratification.
Along they way this kind of man will do some despicable things in the name of competition and success ~ Judas and Brutus were not the first nor the last men to turn betrayal to a fine art. Usurping and betraying your king is an almost sure-fire way to success ~ although that kind of sweet success often turns to bitter ashes.
When you strike at a king, you must kill him. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson.
There’s the rub, when you betray someone, when you cheat, lie, and steal you must succeed at the first attempt, or else beware of the consequences. There is nothing more dangerous than a wounded beast. And in our day to day lives there is nothing more dangerous than a wronged wife / husband / partner / friend….. Revenge may well be a dish that’s best served cold but if he’s a dog or she’s a bitch then their revenge may well be violent and instant, taken in the heat of the moment.
Weak people seek revenge. Strong people forgive. Intelligent people ignore. ~ Einstein
The real top dogs in this world only ever seek revenge if it will give them some advantage other than destroying whomsoever betrayed them. But a romantic / sexual partner who believes that they have been wronged will almost always try to destroy their ex. If you don’t think that’s true then just ask anyone who has ever been stalked for weeks / months / years.
If you want to be a top dog, if you want the women, money, power, adulation, and instant gratification then all you need is to be adaptable, intelligent, educated, skilled, well-read, immoral, and unethical ~ depraved, evil, and wicked helps too. But WTF, I managed it without resorting to most of the negative stuff, but that almost killed me. A top dog is always a killer ~ metaphorically at least.
Some say dog eat dog, rat eat rat, and that the crocodiles always come out on top. All I know is that success does not always come to him who waits.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the Gods strike while the iron is hot
resistance is tough
eventually, even the toughest man will surrender to a woman
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I’m not so tough
you hold my heart in your hand
I can’t get enough
kindness warmth understanding
it’s not merely love
consciousness thought expanded
in your liquid laugh
sexual sensual love’s desire burning
I’m not that tough
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she does not exist to impress
she exists to be possessed
and in turn to possess
