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Songs on Saturday II ~ London Beat

senza una donna, e quanto è lontana, e sono senza unna donna

A very cool, tough, strong, grounded, together, harder, tougher, sensitive, wiser, self-confident, and self-aware guy doesn’t need a woman to make him happy.  Not much.

Not so long ago a woman almost broke me, physically, mentally, emotionally spiritually.  Luckily I’m over her now.  But not much

Please listen responsibly.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she hurt him with her lovely eyes

she walked on eggshells

you don’t lie to the person that you love

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skilled liar

she was carnal

and I truly adored her

I never knew the real woman

she walked on eggshells around me

why do I adore a false chimera, an avatar?

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jack collier

jackcollier@talktalk.net

 

and she never tells the truth

 

 

Tunes on Tuesday ~ Leo Sayer

he loved her against all reason, against all hope, against happiness

I remember when Leo Sayer used to sing wearing a Pierrot costume.  I thought that was pretty cool, at the time.  But have you ever been in love…..?

I know all there is to know about unrequited love.  It hurts.

Please listen with compassion.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the tears of a clown

The Danger of Expectations

I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
and you’re not in this world to live up to mine

I didn’t expect her to do that at the dinner table

One of the reasons my life was such a mess was that I had some expectations from a relationship that were no longer being met.  I was and am far too attached to a woman, and being in love with a woman always leads to expectations, and in my experience expectations always leads to bitter disappointments.  Those disappointments were making me very confused, is it infatuation, lust, desire, love, an emotional need, or a dysfunctional friendship?  And how does a normal guy find a way through that Dionysian maze?

Expectation is the root of all heartache.  ~  Shakespeare

No matter how hard I tried I could not free myself of the expectation that I deserved an emotional, sensual and sexual friendship where the love I thought I felt was returned freely and fully.  That is the big danger of having expectations, often they are unrealistic, often they lead us to believe that we deserve something or someone, and quite often our expectations are a million miles from the reality of any given situation.

Also expectations are passive, we don’t need to actually do anything to have huge expectations.  Expectations are the result of feelings, and I should know that feelings are often false and the result of twisted programming hard wired into our subconscious mind before we were seven years of age.  Feelings are not real, and our feelings often have fuck all to do with what’s going on in the real world.

We should never blame people for disappointing us, we should blame ourselves for expecting too much from them, or expecting things from them that they can’t give to us, or don’t want to give us.  We should never blame others for our own negative feelings of anger, jealousy, misery, resentment, sadness…..  Our feelings belong only to ourselves, we should own them, and if our feelings are distressing us don’t try to change the world, that’s too difficult, we should change ourselves instead.

Expectations can be as trivial as expecting a nice day, as important as expecting a pay rise at work, or as destructive as thinking you love someone who doesn’t love you.  Unrequited love is incredibly painful, trust me, I know.

We always want what we can’t have, life is so cruel that way.

Some say that if we don’t expect the good things from life then all we will ever get is dross.  And that we have a right to expect to get what we want the most.  All I know is that I’m still trying to find a way to stop loving someone.  You’d think a man would know.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

and I expected a great beach-front hotel

Friends Without Benefits

she spoke to him with words, he looked at her with feelings

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can you just be friends with me?

was the question she asked him

since I get no choice I guess yes

are you really sure about that?

she asked, very sweetly smiling

twisting the knife a little more

he’s only a second-best friend

it’s a real shame he’s in love

even worse that it had to be her

but love has no common sense

it’s just the road to Hell

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

love and desire going nowhere

Honesty and Discretion

it takes strength and courage to admit the whole truth

~

You may be aware that in the last few days I have undergone something of a transformation, and it seems the man I have become has a dedication to truth, honesty, and openness.  That is not necessarily a completely good thing.  Already I have found that there are innumerable situations where complete honesty wouldn’t be appropriate.  If someone is promulgating a web of lies about who and what they really are, it seems to me that it’s better if I ignore all that, keep quiet, and allow them to live their life of sad, dishonest, illusions, and delusions.

Hell, for all of my life I lived as versions of me that were only mostly true.  That was not my fault, maternal neglect can have a negative effect on your whole life.

If someone wants to hide what they did in their past, and never mention the reprehensible things they have done to give the impression that they are someone and something that they are not and never have been, then maybe it’s better that I ignore that too.  After all, if someone is mostly hiding their past, then it means they don’t want others to know about it, including me.

Some people are just beautifully wrapped and packaged boxes full of fucking shit.

In general, if someone is hiding their past it either means they are ashamed of it, or scared of your reaction if they tell you about it.  Hiding or denying your past doesn’t work, because sometime, somewhere, someday, somehow you will come up against someone who knows all about you.  And the chances are they will tell your new and innocent friend just exactly who and what you used to be ~ either by accident or on purpose.

There are lots of reasons people hide or deny their past, or even who they really are right now; alcoholism, criminality, unpaid debts, drug taking, promiscuity, prostitution, sexual deviance, marriage, children…..  But, all of these things are matters of public record, and you can hide none of the above for very long.

I will throw out one piece of advice, don’t lie to me unless you’re absolutely certain I will never find the truth.  And even in the days of my crazy alter-egos of myself, I always found the truth.

Mean and toxic people don’t bother me.  Mean and toxic people who disguise themselves as nice and honest people bother me a lot.  ~  Cindy Cummings Johnson

Some say that everybody lies.  And that if someone is hiding their past, then they must have a damn good reason.  All I know is that liars need a very good memory, and most people have very poor memories.

~

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

every time you tell another lie you handcuff yourself just a little tighter

 

Love Betrayed

it wasn’t her fault it was mine, for believing every word she said

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love is like a dream

honest true and fine

until it becomes a nightmare

suspicion dishonesty betrayal

booze drugs promiscuity

hurt paranoia jealousy

revenge unforgiven pain

sadness to never love again

unless until reconciliation

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

if you’ve ever been betrayed by the one you love, then you know it hurts

 

 

 

Who am I?

change your thoughts and beliefs, change your whole life

After The Wolf Moon I took all the negativity, shame, and inferiority my parents had given me and let it all go into the mists of the past.  I took all the hurt of my life, the bullying, the failures, the lost loves, the toxic love affairs and let all that go into the mists of the past.  And then I took all of those false versions of myself, all of the chimera I had created to cope with life, all of the players I used to deal with different people in different situations and let all of those vanish into the mists of the past too.  And what was left was just myself ~ the person I had never been allowed to be, the man I’d never dared to be.

Unless you are an insane sociopath, then each and everyone of us has a subconscious filled with negative, poisonous, unhelpful memories, thoughts, emotions, and beliefs.  We did not create these demons all on our own, we had a lot of help.  Before we were seven years of age our parents, older siblings, aunts, uncles and older cousins, teachers, and every other fucking person in authority we came across planted all of these poisons in our innocent minds.  Since then, every negative situation we endured, especially when it comes to love and sex, fed and strengthened those demons.  And then the demons ruled our lives.

I can look back now, dispassionately, honestly, openly, and fully recognise what my demons did to my life, how they destroyed everything that could have been good and fine, and led me down a darker road.  I did my best to walk the warrior’s path with honour and chivalry, but I was doomed to failure as long as the demons of my past ruled my every thought, belief, behaviours, words, and deeds.

And so I tried to escape the pain through some very impulsive and stupid things, especially I retreated into booze.  If life got too hard for me to bear I would get drunk, and I don’t mean just a little bit tipsy, I mean lost weekend drunk.  You know what?  If you drink a lot then your body, brain, mind, heart, and soul come to expect and need alcohol in your bloodstream ~ which is why alcoholics can almost never, ever get sober.  I was in severe danger of drinking myself to death, and I didn’t fucking care.

And then there was The Wolf Moon, a time of renewal, redemption and rebirth, when the very fortunate may just receive some kind of message, and the message I got from my Goddess was Be Yourself.

And that leaves me with a question, just who am I?

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

my demons are locked away

Looking After #1

you can’t pour from an empty glass

Especially in recent weeks, and perhaps for years before that, I have been sick; physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  Over the Holidays I was so ill it almost killed me.  The proximate cause of my illness was drinking to much, and that also meant that I didn’t eat, nor did I sleep.  It was so bad that a few days ago I hit rock bottom ~ where I didn’t care if I lived or died.

I have recovered from that nadir of my unhappy existence.  Recovered enough that I know I don’t ever want to go there again.  I want to life a different life from where I’ve ever been before, I want to live a better life ~ even though I’m not yet certain what any of that means.

However, I believe I know how I got there; I was looking to other people to create my happiness for me.  Mostly I was looking for a woman to make me happy.  That can never work, putting your happiness in the hands of another is a certain road to misery.  It just means that you don’t live your own life at all.

When you say ‘yes’ to others, make sure you aren’t saying ‘no’ to yourself.  ~  Paulo Coehio

I’ve been very guilty of saying ‘yes’ when I should have said ‘no’.  Amazingly I know exactly why all that happened to me, maternal neglect can do that to a child, especially if he’s spent the first weeks of his life isolated in an hospital incubator.

What I need to do is to first take good care of myself.  Look after my body, mind, emotions, and spirit before I do anything else.  Put myself first.  Look after #1.

Obviously I’m not yet certain how I’m going to do that, and I’m not going to explore the internet looking for solutions.  From now on everything I do will come from within.

My first thoughts are; stay sober, eat and drink well, take the right supplements, get plenty of fresh air and exercise…..  (fresh air and exercise in the North of England in winter?)  But that just looks after my body.  Mentally, emotionally, and spiritually all I can think of is to give myself time to heal, avoid conflicts, avoid dysfunctional emotional entanglements, stay away from toxic women…..

You can tell me if you think I’m wrong, or if you have better ideas.

Some say that loving yourself is selfish vanity.  And that loving the wrong woman is the most exquisite form of self-destruction.  All I know is that a wound only gets worse if it’s treated with neglect.

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Ingredients:
1 part vodka
1 part tequila
1 part rum
1 part gin
1 part triple sec
1 1/2 parts sweet and sour mix
1 splash Coca-Cola

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

too much of this stuff will kill you

Fucked Up Life

recovery is something you have to work at every hour of every day

recovery from a fucked up life is a long road

As I begin to recover from my disastrous and stupid behaviour over the holidays I have been thinking about my life.  In truth I am so ill that I can’t do much else than sit and think.  If you’re very sick then everything is either difficult or impossible.  Add to that crushing depression and you might understand that it’s an achievement for me to be out of bed, washed, shaved, and wearing clean clothes.

My thoughts are slow and faltering, but I believe they are clear, honest, and unafraid to accept the truth.  And the truth is I have fucked up, big time, for years and years.  I have done almost everything bad you can think of that wasn’t illegal.  I haven’t stolen, taken drugs, been physically violent, gotten arrested, lived on the street…..

I have entered into several unsuitable, dysfunctional, and dishonest relationships, all of which ended very badly.  I have destroyed some good and honest relationships, hurting the women involved.  I did put my stupid high-flying career before relationships, friendships, and real life.  I allowed my ego, my wants, needs, and my expectations to rule my life.  And for a lot of the time I was drinking far too much.

How do I come back from that?

All I know is that, one day at a time, one hour at a time, I will be sober, honest, open, and avoid any conflicts.  I will not build castles in the clouds dedicated to my own ego.

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

building this now would only be satisfying my need for instant gratification

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