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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

 

Happy St. Valentine’s Day

love is hard to put into words, but I do my best

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Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt thou that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar.

But never doubt I love thee.

 

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she was the bloom of a rose

love’s lost lament

when the lovers’ moon has set, no lantern can replace it

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no affection, love is gone,

my life is hard and unholy

like all good men and true

I’ve had to pledge my soul

for if not for love and honour

then what else is right and whole?

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Storm wave

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

her harbour light kept me safe

Ordering On-Line

a flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and a man cannot live without love ~  Max Muller

Yesterday I committed the cardinal sin for a guy ordering a gift on-line.  My gift to a friend of mine arrived on the wrong day!

A bouquet of flowers I ordered from a great florist in California arrived on February 11th, and not on Valentine’s Day.  That is so very bad.

It was also completely my fault.  In completing the long and complicated on-line order form I neglected to enter the day I wanted the damn flowers delivered ~ so of course they were delivered immediately.  Bummer!

If a guy is going to order flowers for Valentine’s Day, then they should arrive on February 14th.  Similarly, if a guy is going to order flowers or a gift for a friend’s birthday, then that should arrive on her birthday, and not some random day near her birthday.

Only at Christmas is it permissible for flowers or a gift to arrive early, because nobody actually delivers on Christmas Day.

So, my hugely expensive bouquet for Valentine’s Day is slightly wasted.

Men can be such fools at times.

Some say it’s not the gift that counts, but the thought behind it.  And that a kind word is worth more than any mere bouquet of flowers.  All I know is that I hope my friend isn’t too disappointed.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a man can’t really go wrong sending flowers to a woman

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Where was Love?

love is not something you feel, it’s something you do

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

it seems that she wanted a lover

and a regular guy wouldn’t do

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