THE FALLEN DUCHESS

They call me Ms. Slip coz i tend to trip but i'm never falling in love and outta love,

See i was the typa chic the guys called hardcore,

You know, the type that you had to down a couple of shots to try out for,

I was wild, untamed,

A lil' mysterious, a lil' complex,I was invincible!

Until... i met him...

The memory of our first encounter remains sweet on my mind like honey dipped strawberries,

He, he had me at hallo,

I just had to know...Who is he?

Who is this man with devouuring eyes that burn deep,

Eyes that see right through my soul,

I was a prisoner of his gaze,

Before him i stood bare, naked,dainty,

Seperated from him by the flames of passion fanned furiously by our lust,

I was hot!

Hot for him,

Hot because of him,

Hot everything plus him!

But instead of letting us burn,

He asked if he could walk with me,

Hold my hand and just talk with me,

He asked if he could kiss my mind with his words,

Open up it's pores to freedom, so it find home,

I said yes!

I remeber losing myself in those big brown eyes,

Like an X on a map of a patch of land pregnant with hidden treasure,

I was stuck on his every word!

Rooted to where i stood,

One with the earth,

Top soil on unconquered him,

I was taken!

The man was fresh,

Like morning dew dripping down rose petals' chins,

He seemed to cool my soul from within and without it showed,

I smiled,

Beemed at his attention,

His liking for me,

Before my eyes he shone like a thousand balls of light bouncing from soul to soul,

Yet my soul he chose to make beautiful,

To colour me fly with his radiance...

He said i was his new constellation,

Earthly because i forwent my place amongst the firmament of the cosmos so that i could brighten up his life,

And though he was slightly intoxicated by my presence,

He would be sure to call if i gave him my number...

It all happened so fast,

Numbers were exchanged,

Goodbyes were said and an elated I took a long cab drive home,

Hoping,

Wanting,

Seething with a raw desire for fleshly presence,

A desire for him...

The invincible was finally conquered...

I USED TO LOVE HIM

See I used to love him,

When his, words were less slick,

And his mind was less thick,

When, truth happened to be the only portion of his speech,

And someway, somehow, my heart he would always reach,

Back when we were such jailbirds caged in each other's love,

And that prison in our hearts was all we were thinking of,

If i cud paint a picture of how we was,

I would be the canvas n he would be the brush,

So that he cud colour me fly,

N my oh my!

We were good together,

Like, rainbows, fly in any weather,

Sorta like Bonnie and Clyde,

Only less vile,

But our love was criminal alright,

Like that, one drug u sniff up insane,

Yet somehow it all started to change.

He who was once my sun now dimmed out into the dark,

Took everything n left me alone with my soul,

Half a soul but a soul all in all,

I was spared!

From living a lie,

From having a bootleg version of love carefully packaged as him,

I was spared!

From picking up after him,

Pretending i enjoyed his sloberry kisses,

I was spared!

And though i'm picking up the pieces of my fragmented soul,

I was spared!

They say that love chooses what to see,

But when the scales fell from my eyes, child!

I realized i was blind!

Loving him for all the wrong reasons,

Needing him by my side through whatever season,

When yet, his heart, his mind, his body longed to be warming another womans bed.

I was played a fool on the stage of his life,

So it wasn't my cue to call for the curtain closing.

Do i hate him?

No! Yet i wish i did so that things would end differently,

They would end my way,

But i chose the road less travelled,

I chose to seek for healing,

To, purge my heart, my soul and mind of his bile,

And when the healing came,

I boxed up all the dead emotions and returned them to sender,

I, I finally understood it all,

It was never me to begin with,

Sure, i put my blood, my bones, my life into it all,

If you ask me,I'mma tell u that I used to love him,

But now,

Now I don't,

Now I don't...

MY FAIR MAIDEN

Her voice so sweet,

Can bring tears to angels' eyes,

For she is pure,

Fashioned by the hands of God Himself,

Moulded into perfection reflecting eternity at first glance.

I have heard her sweet voice knock on the door of my heart,

Only to open it and find she has left,

Leaving behind faint traces of her scent,

But her beautiful melody still lingers,

"Find me and you shall find you..."

"Find me and you shall find you..."

Leaving all things behind,

I go in pursuit of her,

A journey filled with doubt, confusion, fear and discouragement,

But one that will lead me to her.

I am glad for i am not alone in my pursuit,

The Hand that has written all gives me directions,

Promptings that guide my steps,

Omens that i can read and sense,

And with each step i am a breath away from my fair maiden.

In her eyes i see fragments of my littered soul,

In part but pieces of me all in all,

I feel like i have known her all my life,

As though she has brushed against my skin in passing before,

And the memory is stuck on my mind,

It keeps me pressing on.

So i heed destiny's sweet call,

For she is my maiden,

My fair, sweet maiden,

I listen to my heart for its language i know,

And to the wind i blow a kiss,

To carry it and pray that it find me,

And blow gently against my face in the near time i see,

When i stand before her,

And come face to face with me,

When i finally embrace my destiny...

This poem is in the introduction of the soon to be best seller called THE LOST LAWS OF SUCCESS by Geneva Musau. The book will be released sometime October and book signings will be conducted. I'll fill you in.Blessings