THE MISTRESS
Cloaked in darkness, wrapped in night
she held her court at new grave's sight
her dark eyes peered to the very soul
seeing all it lacked to make it whole
she watched the graves of newly dead
and angel of light, seeing darkness instead
One night, as fate does deem it so
I died quietly and to the ancient graveyard did go
I saw the mistress sitting there
as a cool breeze ran through her hair
her black cloak and gown enveloped her
who was she, I wasn't sure
The graves were old and the rusty gate
swung back and forth with a loud grate
the full moon shone on my new home
"Here lies LOVE" read my tombstone
the old trees made shadows in the moonbeam
of Old Death's chariot and his drawn team
The clouds rolled in funeral procession slow
with a silent RAVEN flying to and fro
no sound was made by Mistress this while
her blood-red lips conceded no smile
as somber as Death himself, she stood
life a stoic oak in thicket wood
The graves of departed ones had begun to fade
the epitaphs that a stone mason so carefully made
a final thought before their end
to loved ones, lost ones, lovers, forgotten friends
As my mind raced through intense agony
the Mistress approached and spoke to me
she told me of a young man once I knew
who met a love, a love so true
that parting from her arms felt like death's silent sound
saying good-byes, as lying in the cold empty ground
She told me more of his passage of time
an unyielding love his only true crime
she continued on about his final days
in love with a beauty words unworth to say
whom he worshipped like the noonday sun
without her there the universe undone
FATE, LOVE'S jealous wicked twin
knew how to end love and let the pain win
she took his life to end their love
and set his body in the ancient cold grove
to be watched for by the mistress for enternity
and so she watched for and cared for ME.
Time did pass and I felt at peace
this tragic death a morose release
spending eon after eon together, forming a relationship
I realized FATE'S mistake, kissing Mistress' lips
"It's you!", I exclaimed, stood amazed
through my soul to her's intently gazed
she dropped the cloak and her angelic light did shine
the love of my life was once again mine!
"Eternity without you would be a fate worse than Hell,
a place without you near me, where I would glady dwell."
Together they were in each other hold
drawn by love where passion was thought to have been Death cold
This is a tale of mine and my Mistress dear
it is a tale of love for all lovers to hear
my love has no bounds, no words fulfill
the depths of my love, from life and death untill
She is the epitome of my every need
I long to see her, an addiction to satisfy with greed
She completes me wholely and I grow
unable with inadequate words show
how much she means to me each day
so with earnestness and my heart to my Goddess I pray
"I love you as the stars love the night
and my heart shall love you long after I die."
Jeff Braddock
September 7, 1997
CALMING THUNDER
I stood there, deluged in the torrent
Overwhelmed in a cliche of affection
The gentle downpour mimicing my tears
Blanketing my vulnerability
The chilled rain drenching me
Reflecting a deplore of circumstance
Ameliorating poetic essence
The whispering breeze fondling my flesh
Provoking a intuition of instinct
Each symbolic droplet carressing my torrid flesh
Inculcating various urges
Desperate lust of attention
The shallow puddles of each collective drops,
Bespeak the irony of my own personal experiences
Lost within the whole,
but contending for individualality
The lightning streaks about me
Illuminating my inundated features
Kindling a eternal passion
Sparking a glimmer of invigoration
Cradling me in the arms of its vast perplexity
The soft unseen current flowing through me
Igniting my fading compassion
negative ions stimulate warmth in a frenzy of life
Harnessing a untaimable energy within my depths
Senses grow dull, as my inner feelings take control
Deluding my temporal anger
The blackened clouds steal away day
Tremendous thunder instills a touch of fear
Subtly rumbling the soil beneath
Echoing a horrific ripple in my nerves
The initial fear fades away
Leaving the anticipation of natures perstige
Redundant is a word void from her language
For all is unpredictable, as with my own emotions
Calm swiftly morphing to hurricane in but a split second
For she is not unlike myself
I.T.C.
LAMENT
My anger subsides
to leave a vestige regret
Too many have I found
and too little have I befit
Those words I spoke
Crystal and clear
Have become less
Than a gallon of beer
Once meaning
A tale of my emotion
now a step lower
And raped of devotion
I gave you what was me
A shower of my tomb
In return I recieved
A deadly world of ruin
I now regret
The night in question
Not for the actions
but for this resurection
A slap in the face
of what you wanted too
A pace in the floor
A fever of you
Now I lament
In deepest solitude
I fear I am scared
Of what was brought through
to run and hide
in this childs game
To play no more
of this lovers name
Thanks so much..
I.T.C.
WANTING...
I want to walk barefoot into your dreams,
Dance around you naked in the moonlight,
Throw stardust in your hair,
Make you feel the intensity of my love,
As it flows through the air,
I want to consume you with my passion,
While making yours my own,
I want to take you on a mystic journey,
To places you've never gone,
I want to wrap you in a blanket,
Of smouldering ecstasy,
Make all your dreams come true,
Act out all your fantasies,
I want to be your sweet sensual addiction,
Drugging you with my touch,
Give you every once of my being,
Showering you with my love,
I want to caress your heart and soul,
Fill your mind with erotic imagery,
As our bodies blend and merge,
Amid a sea of urgency.
Cindy Able
LIFE WITHOUT LOVE
Light and airy once,
as life and love surely were designed,
but as with life and love and everything,
all can change with time.
What once elated, can bitterness produce,
and life unlived can stunt,
a soul who's passion empowered anothers,
can sweet poetic words turn blunt.
Life without love,
an emaciated life that is, if life at all,
for lack of love, soon hate turns to,
with spirit detached and passion subdued,
for with life, am I no longer enthralled.
Cindy Able
