Life Is No Fairy Tale
The true beauty of a Princess is measured by her purity.
Snow White isn’t supposed to die in the opening scene.
The Handsome Prince is meant to be one of the good guys ~ he isn’t supposed to have an unseen silver dagger underneath his cloak.
Nowhere in the fairy tale does it say that the prince plunges the silver dagger into Snow White’s alabaster breast so that her crimson blood stains the purity of her dress and drips onto the green, green grass of the seven dwarfs’ garden.
The fairy tale does say that Snow White and the Handsome Prince will be linked together forever in broken dreams. There is no way the Prince will ever be able to forget that he murdered the Fairy Princess he was supposed to love.
He did love her.
He will spend the rest of his life trying to forget her.
He will die trying.
At least the Wicked Witch Bitch will live happily ever after.
There never was a poisoned apple, that was just a story put about by the Seven Dwarfs.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
get your own silver dagger here
only for love’s light
The lighthouse stands, sending out hope through the night.
solitary in my loneliest phare
I dream of a wondrous lady fair
spending long nights missing her
she is my leading light a beacon far
romance in a long-distance love affair
charm, glamour, exotic mystique, amour
true love echoes the sea’s perpetual thunder
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalknet
get a cool lighthouse calendar
Never the Great Romancer
A dreamer, ever hopeful of finding adventure and romance.
I didn’t get along with Casanova
Romeo and me were never friends
incestuous Borgias really scared me
but you see how much that I adore you
let me say ‘I love you’ time and time again
I’ll bring the moon down from the sky for you
if you’ll only just once reply that you love me too
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
pictures taken with a Lumix
available from Amazon.com
light of selene
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
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goddess of the moonlight
shine your love down on me
make it kind, strong, and bright
be with me in wanderings by the sea
never leave me alone again in the night
do you feel my heart beating, am I dreaming?
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
these days I always use a Lumix
the energy of waves
Life is a series of waves to be embraced and overcome.
Waves are born on the wind, they live in the deep ocean where their power grows, and then, eventually, they die. Waves die of old age. Waves die as they crash upon the rocks. And, waves die softly and quietly as they gently caress the shore. In the end, everything and everyone dies.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end. ~ Shakespeare.
Waves are not objects like pebbles, or rocks, or cliffs. Waves are living things, more akin to clouds, more akin to trees, more akin to us. Waves are fascinating to watch, and waves are both science and art combined. Waves are filled with powerfully energetic emotions. Waves almost have personalities.
From time to time, one must release the grime built up inside them to free their emotions like the ocean. ~ Suzy Kassem.
Just as sound is not made of air, waves are not made of water ~ waves are made of energy. Waves do not move, only the energy within the wave moves. And energy is the mysterious force that binds everything in the Universe together. The movement of energy creates everything; the stars, the planets, atoms, life, relationships, love…
An understanding of the power of waves helps us to understand ourselves. Throw yourself against a rock, and you will break.
The energy within a wave is always changing, yet always stays the same. The energy within us and within our relationships is always changing yet always stays the same; relationship energies may move from disinterest, to desire, to love ~ and sometimes back again. In that way, our lives mirror the dark power of the waves.
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
photographs taken with a Lumix
click on the camera
Flowers for Love
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
not every woman loves the same flower
nor wants the same flower from her love
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Flowers for Forgiveness
how could it be that we let our love fall
when there were times in our lives that we had it all
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Oceans Apart
A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
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across the ocean, you are so far away
I want to wake with you, to the sound of the waves
crashing white on each brand new day
life is what happens, when you’re making plans
and all that you need is right there in your hands
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I used a Panasonic Lumix for these shots
it’s a great pocket / purse camera
get yourself free
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you reach the end of day
just wishing you could fly away
from people, places and possessions
but as happens with all commitments
you can find yourself caught in such a trap
you get so used to it you can’t find your way back
just assert yourself and hope they won’t all desert you
you know when you are not yourself every day just hurts
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Everybody Hurts Sometimes
Every now and then even a strong man cries.
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May I walk happily, and may it be beautiful before me.
May it be beautiful behind me, happy and and beautiful below.
May it be beautiful above me and may beauty be all around my heart.
In beauty I cry and wonder, and in beauty there is both my sadness and joy.
Navajo Prayer.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
