black widow

~
make me yours, kiss me sweetly softly
on our bed of flowers, caress me warmly
show me the stars, whisper so gently
take away my fears, hold me strongly
use your erotic powers, love me deeply
and, in my final hours, kill me quickly
~
words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Abstinence from Coffee
Coffee ~ I am giving up coffee for a month.

Just lately, I’ve noticed that around mid morning I’ve been feeling anxious and jittery, as though something bad was going to happen. Now it may well be that I’m prescient, and something really bad is about to happen to me, or to someone I care for. But, thinking about it, the more likely explanation for my endogenous anxiety is that I’m drinking too much coffee. Therefore, I have decided to be abstinent from coffee for one month from today ~ Thursday June 9th.
Giving up coffee for a while could also:
- improve my general health
- stop the jitters I get from time to time
- help with my quest to lower my blood pressure
- alleviate my terrible insomnia
- cure the constant headache I’ve had since March 23rd this year
- mean that I’m not always on the lookout for a bathroom
I thought about drinking decaffeinated coffee instead, but I’ve tried it and it’s as horribly pointless as alcohol-free beer. As I’m also abstinent from alcohol, I found a better alternative to booze in sparkling water, (club soda). For the next month, my better alternative to coffee is going to be green tea.
Allegedly, green tea has its own range of benefits.
Abstinence is giving up something you find pleasurable. So, as well as booze and coffee, I’m also giving up
- refined sugar
- wheat ~ it seems wheat is very bad for you, so no bread, nor cake
- eating foods full of preservatives, (which means buying organic produce)
- eating any pre-prepared or take-out food, which are always full of salt, sugar, and preservatives
- watching tv for more than 1 hour a day ~ take more exercise instead
- perfectionism ~ I am too much the all or nothing man, and far too judgemental
Giving up perfectionism may not happen, but I’ll try.
I will let you know how successful I’ve been on Monday July 11th.
Wish me luck.
~
jackcollier7@talktalk.net

someone to watch over me

~
solitude is not the only choice
in the night I hear her voice
though she is not near
I can always see her
inwardly I rejoice
she has chosen
~
always to watch over me
~

words and pictures by jack collier jackcollier7@talktalk.net
dark abyssal depression

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birthday, full moon, lunar eclipse
looking into a dismal abyss
falling apart, cruelty from my lips
~
words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
road trip sunset

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do you want to be my friend forever?
~
do you want to drive where the sky is blue?
and do you want to make my dreams come true?
~
do you want to be my warm sunset lover?
watching venus rising on indigo velvet with you
be the hot gypsy witch for me, show me what you do
~

~
words by jack collier
pictures by the girl riding shotgun
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
moonlight shadow

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limned pale in indigo
by a celestial Michelangelo
drifting silent above the meadow
silvering ocean’s rhythmical tableau
casting atramentous moonlight shadow
witching hour marked by her ethereal glow
cerulean, violet, ultramarine, silver, heliotrope
and finally ~ black
~
words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
why must I dream?

~
was there another dream?
was a fevered amative fantasy
drifting into the bismuth grey sky?
erotic fervid nightmare obsidian sorceress
mortal body or immortality she needs possess?
I have no soul, or I must scream
~
words and seascape by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Seascape Sunrise Septolet

~
sunrise sorceress
fantasies cabalistic
ecstatic libidinous
generous concupiscence
fragrance whispering
glistening lips promise
solace
~

~
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
(a septolet is a poem of seven lines
containing a total of fourteen words)
lycanthropic love

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I love the danger of the night
~
stalking under bright moonlight
shining silver orb in obsidian graphite
~
casting shadows black as anthracite
waiting for calm release of dawn twilight
I suffer unrequited love’s self-destructive bite
~
words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
enigmatic empath

~
no matter how hard and diligently I try
I have never once understood her way
may as well attempt to comprehend the sky
or tame the mysterious seas along the bay
of course, she understands me, perfectly
but then, she is an empath
~
words and pictures by jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
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