closed chapter

gliding in smooth sailing, on your cheap straw broom,

you swept me clean off my feet,

I thought we were drifting on a gentle breeze,

as I floated along your cavity full of lies,

& I’ve paid in full,

with cash,

ass- & mostly pieces of my soul & heart,

from the start,

I laid it out & open,

giving my everything,

spread my wings, sharing my days,

as I listened to your stories, all dazed,

your promises- watching your ways,

all the while being played gently,

like and acoustic guitar,

strings plucked lightly,

delivering a beautiful love story

treated like a Queen in them early days,

I was…

In a house, I thought was a home…

Yeah- I felt I dwelt in a mansion,

even though,

it was nowhere near, what my heart had shone….

then like crunchy, chocolate, chip cookies,

my life’s droppings crumbled downward slowly,

as if being enjoyed….every lil piece of my soul,

bit by bit,

love, home & you…

lies slippin’ in & out…

no longer sticking together like glue,

we use to…

as you’d forgotten hugs- that weren’t sincere,

the I love you’s that were no longer spoken-

but if ever true, could never be forgotten,

long eve’s together, became long nights alone,

quick calls, now taken in lower tones,

sweet voices & gentle touches…

now quick & quick toned…

“This isn’t a dream, but a nightmare!” I scream

what in the hell went wrong?

you said… “You will always be a part of the life we will share”

then, suddenly!

I look up…

and know you heart is no longer here nor there,

I know you no longer care…

just stopped you a second, out of your busy day

to give you a few words, before you’re on your way

I have no more time to spare, on useless attempts

….already wasted years, on an ol’ school wannabe pimp-sta

I have no more tears,

I’ve figured you out,

I loved you….You lusted me

We’re unequally yoked…

We’ve fallen apart, not out of a love,

that you were never in…

you can now take your ol’ broom,

jump it, and go for your spin,

there’s no need to talk, no more time to spend..

I’ll give nothing else of me,

I’ve paid an expensive fee,

the last of my energy wasted on you…

Is to say,

My spirit wasn’t created for abuse; or to be ruled.

This chapter of my life has been closed; I’m no longer your fool

© 8/2012 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

Cotton Candy Whispers

Cotton Candy Whispers

Looking north My feet write love aspirations into cool, soft mahogany earth,

As you had caught Me mid-inhalation from the depth of your peering into My soul, permeating through sepia eyes, into the base of a desolate- where love used to take home;

Afraid to look back up- I thought this sector of Self was gone, for fear of false hope……I smile slightly, with belly quivers, shaking my body lightly;

Suspicion & Uneasiness toss & turn within My Spirit, but  I take over- Look up….to see your Dark, Butter Smoothness waiting to take sup,

With, your welcoming eyes Speaking- I feel Your fears, Your pain, unshed tears……. “Can I take them please, My Precious Dear?  I’ve been searching for You for years.” 

Vibrations flow from crown to toe, from the gentle touch that speaks “I know.”

Eyes locked in understanding of My design to be your Moon, your Stars, to Move your Earth to be Your Sun’s Shine;

The pounding of our hearts are to the rhythm of the blue birds chirpppping…….

Making melodies unheard, only few perceive, but “We”- Connectiiinnnng…..

With words unsaid, make music within our souls, and Mother Earth as our bed;

As we sit Face-Face

Gentle touches, elbow brushes

Wind tickles, watching the leaves wiggle

Hands allowing Our Energies to intertwine creating musics of love lost, love desired, the truth of it, of love found,

I’m releasing slowly, a gentle love into your being,

Of energy held and treasured within me, for fear of betrayal…

I touch your face with feather delicacies, to assure myself that you’re real, as you whisper cotton candy in My ear….

Firm (spirit), but weak (spoken)….. “Don’t play with my emotions, I’ve been here before.”

As you’re whispering, “You have been somewhere Sweetness, but you haven’t been here- Your Treasure is One to Hold.”

Wanting to believe, because there’s so much unseen, unfelt, unknown- of Me….My Heart’s doing summer-salts and My Soul’s on fire.

…..thinkin’

It takes a true Soul Mate to know you….to know how to keep a fire lit, and to rekindle it when its low,

I sincerely and lowly speak these words and continue saying…

“This is why this sector’s barren…. Held for dreams, and lyrics

                                            Art for the soul-sick

And You My Soul Senual Brother…..King

May hold the lyrics to a New Song

One that has no end, as love

One that exceeds the sky- We can fly! Creating New Dreams of a love unseen…..

……Looking at the earth again…

……looking down

Thoughts wave throughout My Spirit….

I exhale the possibility that this…..that you could be true

As I look North again….

………..A slow anger manifest, as I realize….. I’m viewing the ceiling of my bedroom.

I’ve awakened from a beauteous dream, and I can’t move….

I’m wishing I could go back to sleep….. “There”

Knowing in this life I write of, sing of, wonder of a love such as   yonder……

Can’t help but ponder the idea that “We” could have been that One of a Kind team-

Can’t help but wonder if My Treasure could have been One to Hold, but then again- “It was” Only In a Dream.

Urth Eagle 3/18/12

© LeTisha.Bowie 3/18/12

Womb Roots Emblem

breath’s bassinet of life reservoir of ancient mysteries miraculous wonder-womb pumping the life of humanity, as with the heart’s necessity to the body flowing manifestations of life and death belly expanded to divers shapes and sizes beaut moon, expressing stretched artistic roots stretched over lunar eastward yoni producer and supplier of minerals… nutrients for Her new glorious Heir validation of Goddess divinity womb…Wombman origin….root of life source of existence wearing stretched root emblems of love love Her blood has sprang into cosmos ever Womb ROOTS EMBLEM by Urth Eagle

Crowned By Birth

Guide to my destination, Leading Mighty Whirlwind, Spirals of Spiritual Wisdom present a tornado, Ready to take on all! Kinky, Full of strength and force! My frizzy, My curly bunch of tightness Like mini twisters, going left, going right, Complex and swift led …..and underneath- wavy funnels of black frizzies, The drive of My Sistahncestors It is the steering wheel’s control of My future, A flashlight that guides the Earth’s magnificence, Transmitted on from ancient memories, A mass of inherited twisted knowledge, Yet Spiritual channeled to be known. Separating into tiny, spring-like, corkscrew shaped, Thick, Bushy, Wooly mass, carried from antediluvian Goddess, Perfectly, Master-made brown and black beauts. My crown The rise of My Fullness, A continuously expanding growth….. Outward- Upwards- Because, it guards My Goddess My Crown ….crowns a Mighty Feminine Cocoa Queen….. Confusion to the enemies, Connection to My Sistah Goddess……protected Crowned by Birth! Crowned By Birth by Urth Eagle © LeTisha.Bowie 9/11/10 AKA “Urth Eagle”