I'm in Love with a Priestess

I’m in love with a priestess

With her strength, power and might.

For her beautiful grace alone,

I’d surely strike a fight.

So full of magick, so full of love.

For her alone, I send daily doves.

Her dress woven, with a thousand gems and stones

I’d go to hell and back, for that dress alone.

Her devilish features, with an angel face,

I’d venture mountains, rivers, you name the place.

The way she stands, the way she preaches, for her I’d storm a thousand beaches.

I wish I may, I wish I might. . . she is the star, up in the night.

Face the Broad Side of Life

Days grow into nights, and nights grow into days, which turn into weeks and before you know it a month, two months, a year has gone by.
I do not take into account of the days that blow past me, like waves in a stream, and how the years pass me by, like pages in a story.
I don't take notice, and I pretend not to care. On some days I even wish that they went by faster so that I would be done with this life and it's stresses.
I conform, I care, I breathe. I love, I lose, I live, I die.
At times it's like it's just that simple. No intricacies, no elaborates. Just the ho hum daily thing.
It's like when you speak, no one listens until it effects the other person directly.
It's like when you're on the the downside of life, nothing matters unless you're willing to pay for help.

What have we become? Do we really make other people pay so that they can have a simple thing that they want, or is Christmas the only time of year where one can expect free love?
Love is not unconditional. Believe me, I've looked, it does not exist. Its a myth.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that instead of complicating life, look at the broad side of it.