wiccanrider

I see your face at the window,
There is a twinkle in your eye,
I know not what you are thinking
Or what lies deep within.

You look out upon the world,
Thoughts running through your head,…

Should I live for ever,
I don’t believe that the world could give,
A vision more alluring than Nadia.
The sparkle in her eye’s and infectious smile,
Makes my mind and heart jump with joy.
…

Do we juge our fellow man by their outer look?
Do we see their outer shell as we do the cover of a book?
Can we believe in our Judgement of these?
To see only a curvaceous form and know wh…

When our eyes meet, a shiver is instantly sent down my spine. Just to see you makes my heart leap and my senses race into over drive. There is a depth to them that draws me deep inside. I lose …

Can I share my life with another man? I will if I must. To share my life this way means I must trust. I must trust not only this man but also myself. The latter is the hardest to do. I have a g…

Within the written, and spoken word,
And on the canvas white,
A picture can be painted,
with colours, oh so bright.
These pictures can be seen by all.
But those of us who see them best,
…

Is it raining now,
I can not hear it,
Is it raining now,
I can not feel it,
Is it raining now,
I can not see it,
These things I took for granted,
These things that helped make life worth…

The old digger walks the streets,
Looking for familiar faces and places,
From time’s gone by.
Later you will find him sitting in the cafe,
Sipping on a cold cup of coffee he got an hour bef…

Is destiny a state that we make for our selves?
Or is it something that others make for us?
Should we believe that there is some greater being?
These questions should be looked at individual…

The nights silence is broken.
The distant sound of a
train, calling out…

When we awaken to the morning sun,
And the world has come to life.
Dreams are forgotten by some.
But not by those who see beyond our man made world.
This world is filled with belongings of …

Love is like a willow, it must bend with the winds of life. If the heart becomes rigid, and can not move with the ebb and flow of an individuals whimsical ways, it will surly break. Should the …

I have felt the cold steel in my mouth. Tasted the oil that is still on the barrel. But do I have the courage to pull the trigger. Or would that be taking the easy way out?
When all hopes and …

I sit sipping coffee in the company of others,
Who likewise, sit in the company of me.
Each avoiding looking at any of the others,
For fear that contact may be made.
If contact is made, we …

I sit here listening to the silence in the darkness of my cell with the cloak of maudlin depression for a blanket.
Out of the silence came a voice as clear as if it were from myself.
Be gone …

As graceful as a swan, you glide across the floor,
With movements so precise, a ballerina could do no more,
As excitement builds the crowd begins to roar.
With eyes all agog, they watch as y…

She offers her body for money.
Why is this?
Does she believe, that by this act her salvation will be found.
She offers her body for money.
Why is this?
Does she believe that, by this act …

Life is short ,
But for a woman of beauty,
The world is her oyster
The taking and tasting of that oyster,
Is in her own hands.
Some say,
The tasting is nothing but folly.
But where is t…

See the man with straggly hair,
And dirt upon his clothes,
He walks the streets of any town,
From where he hales, know one knows.

Those who pass him turn away,
And to themselves, say, “h…

The wakening brings the bitter vetch of a night of cold comfort,
with a cheap bottle of wine and the Herald for a blanket.
A day of wandering aimlessly from soup kitchen, to bottle shop, to p…