Tag Archives: love

Here’s looking at you

The art of seduction is knowing what she really wants.

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I don’t belong here

I can’t get near her

loved her for years

and there is no cure

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

It’s the same old story,

a fight for love and glory.

 

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Beaches

The sea rewards those men who have love in their heart.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Marmaduke likes the beach too

Songs on Saturday ~ Bruno Mars

A strong woman builds her own world, for she is amazing.

This is a cool song from a cool-looking young guy.

The lyrics remind me of a woman I know.

Please listen responsibly.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a very amazingly undressed woman

they’re coloured mirrors

The Long Goodbye

I try not to miss her, but in the end I still do.

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in the early morning hail

big 747 on the stand

I got your letter in the mail

now it’s crumpled in my hand

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

trains, planes, and automobiles

all long goodbyes

The Vernal Equinox

The first day of spring,
when a young man’s fancy lightly turns to love and sex.

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Most very masculine men think about sex all the time.

But Spring is a really nice time of year to be with your lady-love.

The vernal equinox will be at 21:58 Greenwich Mean Time today, 20 March 2019.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

some say that;

mature women also think about,

love and sex, all the time

Expectations of Desire

Desire is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.

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expectations

dreams and desires

crushed into the desert

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a sad and lonely little man

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

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

 

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

 

Songs on Saturday ~ Babylon

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of Life.  ~  Samuel Johnson

The only people who know all of London drive black cabs.

I like this slightly melancholy track, it reminds me fondly of some people, places, and things.

Looking back in time; I’ve been blind, I’ve been jealous, I’ve been angry, I’ve been bitter, and I’ve been a fool ~ but the love I hold for you has never been in doubt.

Please listen responsibly.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

The bright lights of another Babylon

 

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