The Truth of the Beauty and the Beast
Legend has it there is always a reason why two souls meet. ~ N.R. Hart
The tale of Beauty and the Beast is an allegory which has as much relevance today as it did when it was written in 1740, in French. (La Belle et le Bête) In fact this tale is just a retelling of many earlier stories that go back at least as far as 4,000 years ago.
In the tale a beautiful and kind young woman, we shall call Belle, is forced to live with a real Beast, (of some description, or type of wolf, or mythical creature, or bull), who constantly wants to have sex with Belle ~ which she not unnaturally refuses, (that would be real bestiality).
It transpires that the Beast is as rich as any King.
Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. ~ Felix Dennis
However, after spending several months in the lap of absolute luxury, being treated like a princess by the Beast and his servants, having her every whim catered for, and with an endless wardrobe of gorgeous clothes, shoes, and jewelry to wear, the beautiful young Belle finds an excuse to abandon the beast. (For multifarious reasons, including a young, handsome lover ~ depending on which version of the tale you are reading).
Lost in his unrequited love for Belle, the Beast sickens in body, mind and spirit ~ isolates himself in some garret, or cave, or tower, and prepares to die.
After a while, wracked by guilt, or bored with her younger lover, or broke, Belle goes back to the Beast, finding the heartbroken monster in a terrible state. Playing the dutiful partner, Belle nurses the Beast back to health, and they both return to their previous glittering lifestyle.
Even today, almost this exact same scenario is played out time and time again when a beautiful, exotic young woman dates / has a relationship with / marries some pretty ordinary looking / ugly much older man ~ and he will be fucking wealthy.
They seldom live happily ever after.
I’ll give you one example, the poisoned dwarf Bernie Ecclestone, (the billionaire ex-head of F1 motor racing), and his then wife gorgeous, much taller, Tamara.
If money goes before, all ways do lie open. ~ Shakespeare
Some say that money can’t buy you love. And, that a sexually mature woman will want your love, time, attention, and money. All I know is that enough money changes everything.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
every good girl has a bad girl streak
it just depends if he can awaken her beast
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
Not the Ten Commandments
The Ten Commandments are not supposed to be suggestions.
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However, there are a few things in the Ten Commandments that give me a problem, not least all that God stuff. For example; Thou shalt have no other Gods but me. Well, I don’t have a God at all, my personal deity and higher power is a Goddess, which kind of means that I’m continually breaking the First Commandment.
And again, I have a slight problem with the Sixth Commandment; Thou shalt not commit adultery. I guess most of the adults on the planet have broken this commandment, in one way or another, at one time or another, and I can’t get much worked up about that.
Nonetheless, every good man should have rules that he lives by, or he will eventually become a macho jerk, bully, coward, crook, wastrel, thug, and probably much worse. Not only that, if a few good men don’t have rules they live by, then the whole world will soon descend into chaos.
Remember, the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.
My personal rules are;
- Do no harm.
- Do not lie.
- Do not steal.
- Do not judge.
- Do not be lazy.
If you liked, you could junk all five of my personal rules, and just live by the one rule that’s best for you;
Get your shit together.
Some say that the Ten Commandments are divinely revealed law. And that if God had wanted us to live in today’s broken society they would have been Ten Suggestions. All I know is that you are going to piss off a lot of people when you start doing what’s best for you.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a portrayal of my personal Goddess
there’s a lot to be said for having a very Hot personal Goddess of love incarnate
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
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
The Myth of Sin
Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside.
There is no such thing as a sin, outside of what organised religions would have us believe, since a sin is defined as an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. And who decides what constitutes a transgression against divine law? ~ Organised religions of course. Come to that, who decides what divine law is anyway? ~ Organised religions of course. And, just what’s so wrong with the forbidden fruit? It’s only an apple martini.
Sin is an absence of God. Nothing more, nothing less. ~ Simon Mawer
In any event, if the religions are to be believed, all of us are sinners.
Let the one among you who is without sin be the first to cast a stone. ~ Jesus Christ
Except that in Buddhism there is no concept of sin at all.
So, if all of us Christians are sinners, and sin is merely an offence against what the church thinks is right and wrong, what use is the concept of sin, when that self-same church is mired in decades of sexual misconduct and child abuse? It seems that we cannot actually sin against other people, or ourselves, we can only sin against God.
Perhaps we should approach the idea of sin and wrong-doing from the other direction, and consider that each of us should have a strong code of ethics and morals, because these relate to what we personally believe is right and acceptable, as opposed to what is wrong and unacceptable. Just what is moral conduct, and what is immoral, base, wicked, and evil?
Humanists, psychologists, and most people with an ounce of intelligence, know that our basic notions of right and wrong come from deep within our subconscious mind, and that human morality is not only a learned behaviour. Human morality is to a large extent instinctive and stems from the idea of reciprocity. So a man to a woman; ‘I wouldn’t like it, and I’d get jealous if you cheated on me, so I won’t cheat on you…..’ Hence the 6th Commandment; Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery.
There seem to be some basic notions of right and wrong, moral and immoral, which are common to almost everyone ~ however these notions of right and wrong are not immutable. Right and wrong, moral and immoral, are not set in stone.
Thou Shalt Not Kill ~ unless you are a soldier fighting what you believe is a just war.
Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery ~ that’s unless you are a swinger in an open relationship and your partner is cool sharing you with others.
It seems that there is no such thing as original sin, or sin at all, there is only a set of moral, ethical, value judgements. Which have nothing whatsoever to do with God.
Some say that sin is too stupid to see beyond itself. And that counting other people’s sins doesn’t make you a saint. All I know is I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
this may be immoral
carnal and sinful
or perhaps not
Red Riding Hood
A real man desires an independent woman who knows what she wants.
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The iconic fairy tale is supposedly about Little Red Riding Hood, but that isn’t at all the whole story. There is a big difference between a real woman and a little girl ~ and any little girl who gets involved with a big bad wolf cannot be as innocent as she at first seemed. But, there has never been a Little Red Riding Hood ~ there is just the carnal woman that is Red Riding Hood.
Red Riding Hood is no innocent little girl, she is a fully mature, independent, confident, powerfully sexual woman. A real man should be sensitive to her wants, needs, and desires ~ and they are physically, mentally, and emotionally complex. In a very feminine way, she also has spiritual, mystical, esoteric, and aesthetic wants, needs, and desires that most of today’s emasculated men will find it difficult to understand.
If a man could read her mind he would either be terrified, traumatised, or aroused ~ or all three of those at the same time. She may fuck you without giving you any of her heart, or she may give you all of her heart and never have sex with you at all. She has lived long enough to fully explore her carnal sexuality in all of its forms, in the light of love and in the darkest shadows. Red Riding Hood is part of the Divine Feminine and a sorceress of sexual love incarnate. If a man cannot fully accept and understand that, then he has no business ever becoming involved with this dangerously captivating creature.
Red Riding Hood loves shiny things, weirdness, creatures of the night, and abandoning herself to forbidden pleasures for no other reason than she can. She is adorable, gorgeous, poetic, risqué, and sexy. Her love is not soft, her love bites and the wounds never close. She may break your heart, just so you learn to love her the more. If you want to be with her, then you must be unique, you must be truly your entire self, you must be willing to brave the thorns if you wish to smell the heady perfume of the rose.
Some say Red Riding Hood is an urban myth. And that she would only ever date an asshole, a jerk, or a stud. All I know is that if you have the courage, she is the most enchanting woman you can ever enjoy.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
her spirit is the reflection of a wolf,
she is mother, maiden, and crone
Scenes on Sunday ~ Georgia O’Keeffe
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. ~ Thomas Merton
I once spent a very long day visiting the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It was damn cold and snowing. Visiting an art collection was not something I would ever have thought I would want to do ~ but then I never thought I’d ever be in New Mexico.
However, the paintings were interesting ~ mostly they looked like weirdly abstract renditions of female nether regions. I’m not the first person to have thought that.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Generally speaking,
I like inner vaginas, they have less to say.
~ Robert Black
A Prisoner of the Past
When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
We are all prisoners of the past ~ our own past and the past lives of those we care for. We are all trapped in the dismal dungeons of our deep and dark subconscious minds. We all have within us everything that has happened to us, everything we have seen and been told, and worst of all, every degenerate desire we have ever imagined.
Almost all of the time I am a really good guy ~ understanding, supportive, loyal, honest, and honourable. When I am that good guy I don’t need instant gratification, I don’t need perverse pleasures, I don’t feel psychological and spiritual pain. But, sometimes, when I get tired, the negative defects of my character fight their way out of my subconsciousness and I become an angry, bitter, jealous, resentful, untrustworthy fool. The bad memories, the imagined wrongs, the terrible insecurities and fears from the past come flooding into the present.
When I get tired, late in the evening, one of two things can happen to my personality ~ or rather a couple of my character defects are likely to come to the surface. Often, I can become a jealous, resentful, insecure, angry, bitter fool. Alternatively, I may become demonstrably, falsely, overly understanding, adoring, amorous, passionate, sexual, and selfishly lustful. When I get tired my subconscious mind may sometimes drift to one extreme or another, and both are the darker sides of me. These are not the darkest, most devious, and most manipulative aspects of my psyche ~ if I should ever get drunk I can become that epitome of evil, Mr. Hyde.
Sometimes, when I see my reflection, I wish it wasn’t me and I want to turn away. That’s a very negative emotion, because I also know I would do almost anything to change that dark shadow in the mirror into the really good guy I know that I am, can be, should be.
Sometimes it is difficult, and sometimes I suffer, and sometimes the warrior’s path is harder and longer than I could ever have imagined. Yet, this is that path I have decided to walk, the warrior’s path to becoming the very best Man I can possibly be.
Some say that we are all trapped in our own minds. And, that nobody can ever truly express the way they feel deep inside themselves. All I know is that being locked inside a dungeon gives me a chance to rest, reflect, and regather my strength.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
In the dungeons of my mind
the evil darkness gathers
yet I am not afraid
