wRitten long ago
high on a plateau
just West of Barstow
just a john doe
nobody ya know

a rider,
a writer,
a rebel with a cause.
In the mind
there are no laws.

riders in his mind
Several riders,
all at the same time.
approaching their prime,
alter egos avoiding crime
thoughts sublime

J. A. wRider is just a messenger, a character, cross created from the alter egos of those riders AND the

writer himself. Reality mixing with relativity, reason with resolution, effects for a positive solution.
The wRiders face is a shadow of his imagination. His imagination is a picture that he attempts to convey

to the viewer.

There are stories with in stories, these stories, or tangents are written by riders from the other side.

The goal of the wRider, is to share stories based on eTheories that have a positive eFFect on the reader or
as he likes to say..."viewer"...since life is visual...and when one reads, they should be visualizing...a picture.

And then the authors voice interjects in a low authoritative tone: "iBelieve the most important thing is,

we are having constructive Not destructive entertainment for a positive cause n' eFFect~!"

Picture this
don't resist...
thoughts to inject
time to reflect
reason
treason
a season to reflect
morals to inspect
weasin
teasin'
bio-crap to infect
time to eject

morals of an ass
the time has come to pass
an eFFective Change at last
Lets create a new cast

Riders from the past
arriving here at last
into this world they rode
a mission a la mode
a simple story told...

 

 

a Trance of Rite

a chance tonight
of willful plight
thoughts incite
a trance to rite

free to contrite
lets dance tonight
a trite romance
a chance to write

time to ignite
time to excite
a chance to right
a mind of site

come to light
a line of flight
a chance tonight
a trance to rite

a wRiders rite
to write a right
to ride or write
is the writers right

to read a rite
is a readers right
a simple view
an EZ clue

its up to you~

 

 

A Wandering Rider

a wandering wRider

a wandering mind

wandering thoughts

of an evil kind

 

riding thru sin

stinking of gin

forgot where he's been

feelings of chagrin

 

wandering aimlessly

without direction

wandering shamefully

for a new resurrection

 

looking for a purpose

riding for a reason

fear of amerce

fear of treason

 

wandering, pondering, and squandering his life.

inner strife, sins of rife

 

And then one day, while riding along

he felt he belonged to something strong

a feeling in the air,

nothing to fear

something special was near

 

a wRiders ride

is a faith to be tried

self abide

you can ride, but you can't hide

 

A Prisoner in Paradise