Tunes on Tuesday ~ Stairway to Heaven
some things remain funny, no matter what
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every day we live we learn something new
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
allegedly, kangaroo is aboriginal for WTF was that?
Food on Friday ~ Aphrodite’s Herbalist
herbs demonstrate the earth’s nurturing love
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there is a love called the herbs
which knows seasons and extraction
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which chooses and uses through filtration
the pungent perfume of timed infusion
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aromatic alchemical warmed fluids
medicinal herbs mystical magical uses
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richly potent oils from maceration
concentrated to potions by decoction
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glistening alcoholic secret distillation
Aphrodisiac attention to her golden skin
sensual memories of myriad loves
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
sage is a psychotropic aphrodisiac
sensual women should beware
its dreams of desire
NORAD Santa Tracker
Rudolf with your nose so bright
won’t you guide my sleigh tonight
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Santa always gets a fighter escort
Christmas Music ~ Wizzard
let the bells ring out loud and clear
for Christmas is almost here
I’m not certain that I would wish for Christmas every day ~ you can get too much of a good thing. Believe it or not, it is possible to dance to this track ~ if you are young, fit, and fleet of foot. This song is just for a very special friend.
And I can still dance like Fred Astaire.
At least I can spell ‘Wizard’ on my business card.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I wonder if I need a new tux for Christmas?
Escaping Humiliation
humiliation scars deeper than the lash
renting a Mustang does not alleviate humiliation
It is only very recently that I have had the courage to take a long, hard look at my life. The implications of my actions over recent years are severe. Obsession, overindulgence in the wrong people and things, dissipation, confusion, despair, joylessness are what mark my days. A struggle with addiction to alcohol. The proximate cause of that addiction ~ an unhappy destructive toxic affair. The waste of time, money, and love now weigh heavily on my mind.
And yet, I was very unwilling and almost unable to finally break that bond ~ a bond that had no future except walking deeper into the dark slough of despond. Call it sexual immaturity, desperation, or lack of self-worth ~ I was deeply attracted to someone who has been, is, and would go on being extremely bad for me. If she could, she could well spell my doom, for in many ways she is a witch.
I needed to open my eyes and understand the extent of my bondage before I could begin to see a way out. Escaping from a black widow is not the easiest thing for a man to do. I was caught in an unhealthy unproductive place, ignorant of the truth and its implications. I was obsessed by a person, the idea of her, a pattern of behaviour and the booze that went along with it. Even in the midst of everything I knew it was all bad for me. I had severe doubts in my own future, and dark thoughts of my own demise.
It will be all right, now that I have realised that I don’t always have to pay for my past mistakes. I had a false picture of myself and the situation I was in, but now I can hold fast to the best vision of who I am and the man I shall become.
Now I have freed myself from constant deep humiliation I can know resurrection, renewal and revival, my long-dormant inner man coming back to life.
Despite everything, this is a time for me to be happy, joyous, and free.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
six times I traveled to Southern California to meet my own nightmare
Random Jottings ~ Vampyres
loving a vampire usually ends quite badly
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never kiss a vampire in the pale moonlight
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when vampires go flying and bats are seen
the moon laughs and whispers
’tis near Halloween
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she told me it was love at first bite
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vampires embrace the moonlight shadows
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‘I have a bloodthirsty mind, and you’re on it Darling’
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loving a vampire ~ a short life full of draining incidents
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every good vampyre deserves a chance to bite a virgin’s neck
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she’s the only vampire I know who takes her phone into her coffin
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
oral sex with a vampire is interesting
Random Jottings ~ Desire
always desire to learn how to love
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if you desire a dragon, remember things could get heated
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some say that desiring a dragon isn’t quite normal
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he said it was her faults that made him desire her
he was lying of course
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all that real men desire, real men will attain
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when men achieve their dreams and desires
they can still be dissatisfied
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when most men say; ‘I love you…..’
they really mean; ‘I desire you…..’
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when most men say; ‘I desire you…..’
they really mean; ‘I want to fuck you…..’
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never give up on your desires
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
he desired a virgin princess
what he got was an angry dragon
lost love’s journey’s ending
the heart’s darkest wilderness is not a place of this Earth
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I have journeyed far
through Xanadu, Samarkand, Shangri-la, and Elsinore
I traveled not for love alone
but to fulfill my quest, meet my fate, and free my soul
my heart torn apart by ardour
I wandered by the mountains of the moon’s raging river
in darkest passion’s burning fervour
I could take the pain and stand the rain as should warrior
a warrior proud, steadfast, alone forever
I wouldst take you far to Shangri-la, a land of never never
so join me, my princess most proud and fair
be my Lady, my Goddess, Queen of Camelot and Elsinore
to be together, as it ’twere long ago and before
lost love’s journey’s ending, together now and forevermore
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
darkness cannot drive out darkness
only the dawn’s early light can do that
Food on Friday ~ Rosehips
rose hips are the fruit of the flower of love
no matter what they say, rose hips are indeed a fruit
High summer presses its heat and humidity down on us, and yet in England the hedgerows are already beginning to ripen with wild harvest. One of the hedgerow’s natural bounties is the false fruit of the dog rose, (rosa canina), more commonly known in England as rose hips.
You can do a lot of stuff with rose hips, from making syrups and jams, to my preferred use which is to make a tincture of rose hips and rosemary in apple cider vinegar. As well as sweetening and adding taste to the cider vinegar. the rose hips also add diuretic, lithontriptic, and mild laxative qualities to your brew. As for rosemary, this stuff is almost a cure-all. I just add an odd number of fresh sprigs to the bottle, (for good fortune it must be an odd number.)
The finished product, (ready in about 6 weeks and will keep for a year or a lot longer), is a great basis for a salad dressing. Diluted in water it is also a first class tonic and as part of a whole-body cleanse. There may be no truth whatsoever in the persistent rumour that this concoction is a very potent female aphrodisiac. However, it is well known to be a cure for practically whatever that ails you.
You can also make a true tincture of rose hips using medicinal alcohol, (or vodka). For those of us with a real taste for booze, just make a rose hip brandy or vodka. I have even heard of rose hip gin, and although I’ve never tasted it, I have it on very good authority, from a very close friend, that this booze is the bomb.
The dog rose is an important plant to the herbalist, because the leaves, petals, and hips all have their uses. In a hedgerow, the plant may reach six feet or more in height, its flowers can be anything from white to a delicate pink, and if will guard its bounty with some particularly persistent thorns. (You can also use the hips, leaves, and petals of the cultivated rose, but I would look for a rose variety that’s as close to the wild rose as possible.)
Some say that you must be very careful when picking fruits, berries, and salad leaves from the wild ~ the uninitiated may pick themselves a deadly poison. And that everything belongs to somebody, so be discreet. All I know is that the mixture of rose hips, rosemary, and organic apple cider vinegar is as near to a sorcerer’s brew as anything I know.
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jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a rose by any other name is still as sweet
even if it’s a dog
Random Jottings ~ Witches
she walks barefoot in the moonlight and whispers magic to the wind
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magick is not something she does, magick is who she is
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lie awake in the night and listen for the witch’s promise
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loving a witch is difficult
it’s no picnic breaking up with one either
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don’t wish for a kiss from a witch in the moonlight
it might ruin your whole evening
it might ruin your whole life
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love a witch
it’s a short life filled with incident
and slimy things in jars
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she has something very much darker than ice-water in her veins
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