A man in charge of his own destiny, one with common sence, laughter and warmth and I found him,

Real men know what they want and don't want, and my man does not need me to be telling him what to do. The right man standing my pathway was wise enough not to let me past. He has my back at all times, is the man he should be and takes responsibility and that means having my best interest at heart!

Pink sings this from the soul:

I Don't Believe You

I don’t mind it
I don’t mind at all
It’s like you’re the swing set
And I’m the kid that falls
It’s like the way we fight
The times I’ve cried
We come to blows
And every night
The passion’s there
So it’s got to be right
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

I don’t mind it
I still don’t mind at all
It’s like one of those bad dreams
When you can’t wake up
It’s like you’ve given up
You’ve had enough
But I want more
No I won't stop
Because I just know
You’ll come around
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

Just don’t stand there and watch me fall
Because I, because I still don’t mind at all

It’s like the way we fight
The times I’ve cried
We come to blows
And every night
The passions there
So it’s got to be right,
Right?

No I don’t believe you
When you say don’t come around here no more
I won’t remind you
You said we wouldn’t be apart
No I don’t believe you
When you say you don’t need me anymore
So don’t pretend to
Not love me at all

I don’t believe you

Not much bothers me, I am old enough to have been round Cock Robins Roost a few times and I learned to leave the posturing to the Roosters,

Country, Honor and Respect

I am Irish and Cherokee by heritage, American by birth, Born in the bluegrass country of Kentucky close to the border of Tennessee and one very proud American!

WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX

No regrets and no looking back, life goes on. Sometimes two people grow apart, and there is no fixing what you grow up to be but that does not mean life stands still, so you make it happen with the right man.

I will keep on walking my pathway tell the Creator wants me causing mischief somewhere else.

WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX

I am neither republican or democrat I am a Constitutionist. My allegience is amd always will be to this Country! I am a card carring member of the NRA and believe strongly in the Second Ammendment,

Most of all I love riding the road on the back seat of your Harley,

Templers Woman

In the furthest corner of my soul
In the darkness of the forest overgrown
The Templer restores a soul so torn
A second chance is all I ask, just one more day
One more day to ride with you is all I bequeath
Lay your weary head on my big old brass bed
My heart it bleeds, drips devotion to nourish your need
Templer’s leather jacket hangs the post of my bed
A reminder he once laid his head upon my spread
Leaving a memory, oh what a memory he did leave
To touch the furthest corner of my soul
In the forest overgrown, where stands my home
The purity of a time once spent lingers in my mind
An’ the Templer, oh yes the Templer, restores my soul
He cums the storm from the sea, ferocious he dances
Ah yes, he dose dance in me, like the storm at sea
His bike, he calls Storm howls loud furious pipes
As we ride the road hidden the forest overgrown
On the morrow, after a night the Templer did stay
On the back of my chair by the firelight that glows
A black leather jacket he left with a note
Have this on when I return, be ready to ride
As I look a closer look, I see the back
Embroidered in his colors for all to read,
Templer’s woman rides the Storm

Barbara Guthrie ©
Copy Right to Author
June 2008

"These are times that truly try mens souls and that time is upon us"

WITCHYS WIKKED GRAPHIX

Are we at last brought to such a humiliating and debasing degradation, that we cannot be trusted with arms for our own defence? Where is the difference between having our arms in our own possession and under our own direction, and having them under the management of Congress? If our defence be the real object of having those arms, in whose hands can they be trusted with more propriety, or equal safety to us, as in our own hands?

Patrick Henry

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Country, blues, light jazz, classis rock and roll, Irish Music, funny Music and even some classical music when I need to unwind.

a sassy Irish American girl with lots of fire left in me and lots of fun to be with!

Life holds no promises, so grab hold baby and live life to the fullest with me and leave this earth shoutin "I have no regrets and it was one hell of a ride"

I am not exactly shy or afraid to speak my mind when I want something. Men are not hard to figure out if you listen to them,

I am not puffed up with self in any manner nor am I posessive with my man!

I have a lot of good miles to travel on the back of your Harley before I check out, and I am going to be ready to ride again come spring and I am grateful I am still here,

I ride the back seat because thats what I like, nothing like my man snuggled in nice and close between my thighs!

I have a free loving Irish spirit, fun loving, laugh easily and very spontanious. I take care of those I love, they always come first, that's how I do it,

I know no stranger, as Irish tradition has it, so say hello.