Deaf Ears

couldn't pay you with the last of the nickels you left me with,
to fulfill your promises
or to display some of that midnight lovin' in Day's light,
to create peace, in the world that surrounded us...
& it didn't matter what I said or did,
all of the facts & tears went ignored
& if the clues had been written in stone,
you still wouldn't have seen the house in which we dwelt,
was no longer a home,
my voice had become silent to your hearing...
deaf ears refused my voice's pleas,
as I exhaustedly beat the drums inside of your ears,
with my determination for change, hopes in your abilities
& fear of another failure,
...with confusion strong & persistence...
I listened to you say you never saw it, say you didn't know,
& man...I've had a hard time comprehending that,
with all the tears you watched flow,
now your overdue attention just doesn't stream smoothly
& as suddenly as the pounding upon your eardrums ceased,
so did my heart's bleeding,
I saw that we were merely sustaining in survival mode
& you know, even when I spelled that little bit out,
I was still the only one who understood the severity of my lost hope,
...it was when our Love was parched dry & I had nothing left to spill,
that you began wondering the reasoning for my disconnect,
proclaiming that you didn't understand & how you would swallow this huge pill,

Me?.....
Stunned by the suggestion that my hell, my loneliness, my suffering...
that my very spirit had not only been stomped, but rolled up & left orphaned,
Pain-numb...
there are no words, no expressions nor emotions you could give,
which could free this repetitive fear...
the depth of my hollowness won't allow such a reaction to be stimulated,
for another bond to have been breached...
but I listened on....I did...
knowing you knew, as well as I by the calloused scars I had revealed,
& listened myself into an ignorance of reality, for my dreams that still lived...
now perplexed by the bile released from your guts,
but unmoved & steadfast in the least,
as I'd had my own taste of disgust
there's truly nothing I'm willing to do, again...
for loneliness & weariness have pierced me through & through,
but It no longer tortures me, with questions to things I'll never know,
it's taken too much energy, & I've already began using it to rebuild my soul,
knowing it is worth every ounce of who I Am
~ “Enough”

© 10/25/2013 LeTisha.Woods

undress my soul?

he says he cares enough to undress my soul,
that his stomach can digest whatever lies beneath these heart's peels,
says his love is unlike any I've known, a story I've heard before,
but let's not rewind,
you say it is strong enough to turn back the layers,
even those healed & sealed over, reaching the core of me,
where you can bury your heart here, for safe keeping....
...call it Home
I'll just let you know...actions are the bones,
which hold the foundation together,
despite my warnings that, “this here ain't no play thang...
see the stratum withIn Me, has been composed of a tougher skin,
with each day's lesson....learning that it doesn't bare the thinness
of the new lovers, in love, in the new beginnings”
….a protection, from love's enemies,
holding not one bit of respect, for the places of entering,
willing to open One,
strip by strip,
with the intention of body embraces,
a dip...splashing...then, make a dashing disappearance act....
unaware of the wiser's soul power,
foreseeing the lust, & I must let you know the deeper you get,
you best put your big boy drawers up,
withIn ....lives my profundity, none to be reckoned with,
if you want to play, don't put 'you' in the position to get caught
withIn my strata,
wrapped in a weaved web, which regurgitates the artificial,
my taste buds recognize authenticity sooner, rather than later,
synthetically placed emotions, have built Me a stronger core,
impostors....cause my soul to enfold, once more protecting Eye Am,
if you care enough to undress my soul...
one layer at a time.... will reach you, my depth
& if you find yourself meeting me here,
uncovered will be the agape love,
one for the never-forgetting


© 8/27/13 LeTisha.W. Bowie

poetic canvas in motion

been admiring your word play for a while,
from a distance, rightful reservations,
yet, the mere pleasure & enjoyment
of an inner magnetism,
poetically pulling at my roots,
emotional pencil-strokes,
painted sexual persuasions,
vamped up descriptive tongue flow,
each morsel, all the more tastier
but, ain’t nothing more delicious
than indulging in the will of your words,
as actions move into word's way
& I must say you’re quite a display,
Eh...
beautifully chocolate-dripped canvas peace,
up in my soul's mind,
crossin' my visual palpitations,
elevating throughout my nature,
rock-a-bye babying my mesmerisations

beguiled with your way,
your sway... silent word's rays,
strongly...gently uprooting my vibrations,
making A heart give way,
with execution, from pages, from lips,
sip by sip....captivating this body,
every belly butterfly-winged-tip
& soul conversations...
“the way” poetry & action concoct...
touchings to my satisfaction,
setting fire to flames
needing to catch my breath,
but, you quickly catch it for me,
in tenacious, cryptic kisses,
upgrading the heat & free flowing furnace
ablaze lower quadrants

knowing this physical affection,
which was birthed withIn the Unseen
will melt us....
into puddles of sweet cocoa & sienna swirls of love
I pressed
pressed
my need into your plead,
freely permitted
permitted
my love to run Her currents.... slowly painting
a permanent seduction
tree root deep
into the breathing treatment you're giving me
swiftly sifted away into your gentle, manly
into your desired persuasions, withIn my own
feather kissing the tip
of your high,
& you gripped
my imagination,
with your sexy vibratory aura...
sending ineffable sensations,
tongue-twirling,
caressing,
causing mental arrest,
lovin' on your firm flexes,
in sync
we ride,
sack deep in your sway,
words incomprehensible at this degree,
our motions are poetical slow saltations
E-Motions fill it up
& I'm lovin' 'your way',
your heart’s lips,

lost withIn my home, in you
all control lost, in this universal slip,
licking my lips,
in the pleasures of your length & measure,
as you cum-prehend 'my' love potion,
no place, time nor words can describe,
this insatiable, slippery, hot mouth ride in motion,
this soul explosion of bodies knock-rocking
no worries & sensible sounds are bound,
I'm filling you & you're filling me,
for 'actions' are the motivation of heart & soul lovIn

poetic love fluxing, soul to soul,
nothing to hide, no need for facades,
homes is the place, that lives withIn the hearts
of souls
releasing all aches, pain, weariness, tiresomeness,
into the Real...
lovIn...
here.
where I found actions, to words
where my love runs tree root deep,
in search of a 'feel me'
that 'fills me'
& when you “feel” me,
I ‘fill” too, completely.


© 8/2/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie

giving up

you say you still love me
You say you still love me?

I'll never give you the, “I've heard it before” lines
because, you know that I have,
through the strength that I'd gained,
from the heartache in my past
& I've learned through life & pain,
not to hold that past, as shackles to what I'm trying to build & maintain

You say letting go is too hard to do, when you really love some one
now you know who I am, I'm always gon keep it real
there were two parts to 'this' vibration, when harmonies blended

you began to yield... to an inner self arrogance & pride
that you withheld, when there was no need for pretending,
I like shit straight to the point,
spoofing should be held, for those who choose to ride the train of 'chance'
I love the rain, but don't pull me out before I dance in it

it prevented a solid unity, creating a huge divide
you know my kind, we been here a while,
Eye Am a rid-a die, who has chosen not to remain chained,
following the bloody droplet stains of my heart,
cherishing memories from a distant beginning,
but stopping not a second longer, in this stunted ending,

continuing to digest lessons & once again, strength for elevation,
knowing the heightened fire withIn me
can no longer endure, an unsure heart,
mouldering my goals & smothering my soul's desires...
right here, right now....Eye feel you,
& wonder if you hear the repetitive notes,
producing no tunes, which play-out before they begin...

Eye listen, no longer able to hear,
no longer in anger, but in tiresome vain
I want to stand clear
of motionLessNess & soundLessness phrases & actions,
which are only vocal blurs,
on the the merry-go-bound Her's Souls seeking...
I can no longer concur, the actions that initially created a bond,
causing me to ponder, on how true love changes,
realEyezing It doesn't, if It's essentially true,
as mine has always been for the life-flight,
until left stranded by the way-side, hitchhiking,
clutching my heart in my hand, & I've gotten a lift again ….
a Soul ride....

See any facade grows old, because, it isn't truly you...
& now the thirst is dry, belonging to yesteryear,
& has roughly landed us here, at what began as One pathway,
now a broken path of two

letting go Is hard to do......
when you 'Really' love someone,
I've worn & bore the anguish of it for the past few years,
speaking to closed ears, as distance carried on its way,
creating this wedge, resting within our vibrations,
disturbing the beat & flow in our songs,
taking the flow out of the cadence, as your ear's drums....rested....
to my cries....the love ache I bled for has dried...

giving up Is so hard to do,
when you 'Really' love someone.....
but when you're post-fighting for lost compassion, comfort, & stability
& the many things unlimited She offers,
versus fighting during the fight, to hold tight, to “the love of your life”
that is what Love does....it Moves..
You......
never clung to Her invested pleasures,
taken for granted, that She would always emptily, be waiting
If so, you would have noticed our lost ways
how do you let go of something you never 'held' the value of?
for our heart's freedom & the truth of love's wings
let me fly, stop trying to taper my wings,
trying to figure out things, your soul should know
giving up was so hard to do, but I didn't have to
I noticed the vacancy in my heart,
with the slip of your hand, from withIn mine, a long time ago


© 7/30/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie

Ain't Worried

Fresh Seeds

Soul to Soul

Higher

Higher

written for the performance "The Naked Truth" in Alexandria, La

group of collective Poets & Poetess' "Poetic Expressions

at the Alexandria Art Museum

Canopied in the warm bed of your embrace,

The tick of the ol grandfather clock 

hasn't the second to tock,

And I'm chocolate laced, 

within the taste, 

of your lucious lips upon my face,

As you trace...

my favorite plaaa-cccesss,

I'm entranced... 

by your spell-binding stance, 

Which claims a matching demand to mine,

And my inner song smiles,

to touches tender,

From kisses depth....&...lips to necks....

Soul's breathes...

hissing through clenched teeth knockin', 

To our bodies rockin', 

Temperatures reaching a higher peak,

Wonton becking....& we pull closer,

Which we can't get to, 

without your throbbing, 

entering the pearl of Her gates...

Her heart's palpating wet,

And I...

I kiss your pants with quickening desire,

Knowing you feel this fire,

As your rock ready, knocks steady, 

on my breast, standing at your attention,

My belly...thighs...eyes

Control lost

Voices soft...gasps hard...

more

As we continue to explore

Every inch

I'm melting beneath your licks,

Quivering mid soul's flames

throat moans had been held,

Now conquered by your love's spell,

As you take me higher...

I exhale cum in my love,

To the grip of trembling thighs, 

Pulling you inside... 

I...

Umm...gaa-aspP

as you bite-moan my evey location,

No longer are we at the same elevation...

Higher even...

I say cum....in

my humble abode

One...

And we create love moanin' harmonies,

Slip, slide, you dip, I drive...

Licking...squeezing...pleasing Ourselves

And you cradle me tightly,

Filling me with All your goodies...

GoodNess! 

Inhaling the silky smoothNess

Of your exhal...

                      ing my name

"Let it rain..."

And  

     We 

           pour....

Layin withIn the Love we made

Ummm Hmmm

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/21/13AKA UrthEagle Tisha

How Much?

How much truth is in the dreams you sing? Into my ears... Sounds of ol school remixes, that my hips sway to still Making an ancient Lover's Soul harmonize in duet, To the melodies, of vibrations long ago, but presently felt Swooning how you'd deep laugh my tears away, Bathing me in temple kisses,  deep, hearty squeezing's missings, Be my everyday, sweet homecomings,  morning's, noon's & midnight's Lover, Honey

Whispering the caresses of a lone bod,  Delicate winging my womb with you, My baby dimple thighs smiling hellos,  As you taste My Yoni Lovin' overflow...

"Yes" is your reply, on replay, & I say...How much is truth in the life you speak? How long will it last? This pamper-Do... Would you really last the EverLove so True? ... longer than the last?  Or will my lovin' too, overflow your song atlas?

.....because, you say you see what they can't,  what they saw too late... "Do you know if you can love 'One' forever at this rate?" Because that's what She is.... Love. ...Forever

Your song... My unsung melody... In a tune that's been a soul's song unlived? Believe/Believe? 

To risk another fracture,  upon my keloids... To risk more pain to heal?

Can We fulfill Two wanton Soul's desires,  Of fires still lit, despite hits & misses? To eternally drench One's Souls  with the unselfishly given,  again?

Can We join flames, lightning dark days  & warming cold nights? Inner fires nesting, plenty good kindling, Planting blooming Love anew,  each season For no other reason,  but Love Because, there's no better reason No feeling more pleasing...

How much truth is in the dreams you hum?  into my open Soul's ears... My Soul composes the melodies of My dreams, Which live in me,  & I labor Her birth, Bearing repetitive Braxton Hicks contractions, Now skeptical to let her loosely, In a world where gifting pain comes so easily... Once taken for the slaughter,  She ran back withIn To safety....yet living strong

So.... I want to know if your songs, your hums,  If your melodies are reality? Or do I continue withIn the safety of my dreams, Awaiting the Soul Conductor, to my composition, With a love that touches the pit of my Being,  Swimming all that I Am, reaching the sea withIn Cus my Love's dream song's real,  & this One I intend to Live

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/20/13  AKA UrthEagle Tisha

SpeechLess Conversation

lovin ever second of how you do you,
even from the furthest, you send love's vibes...
keep ridin my high,
as I adore the sounds your silence speaks,
peeking through every crevice withIn me,
invisible love letters float about,
formatting words into love tunes...
absent of audible sounds,
reaching the unseen depths,
holding me bound, by speechless conversations,
surpassing all that infinite words try desperately to reveal,
creating what produces touch's wanton to survive,
setting fire to Her desire...
to Be...
the way we touch the sky & picnic seabeds,
making soul love, soundLessly...
communicating with embraces,
that have no need for arms,
gently ringing-around Our Soul-sies,
waltzing with the wind, in which we correlate...
silent conversations of lovers...
superceding the power words
Infinite, yet..
they never manage to explain the height of 'this'
loving ever second....ever breath...
of how you do you,
speaking into my deepest rhythms,
hidden in places where hopeLessness lied to me...
and in 'these' moments...
your lips that move me, never move
none more endearing and breathtaking,
as Our Speechless Conversations,
before you literally take my breath away.

Copyright 5/3/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie
AKA Soul Evokin UrthEagle Tisha

Happy Anniversaries

now…
turn your lights down low
make my knees wobble wit it
midst the lavender candles dimly lit
as I drop
cus I’m blitzed! ragin higher than hot
damn! 
lick it
nah babe, it ain’t time to stick it
let me fellate you 
hell! suck you all around
up & down
simultaneously feelin your shivers
while your magik touches 
cause my body quivers 
feel me moan on it, “mmmm..that’s it”
as you finger my pearls
drawing me into another world
feel me drownin your body 
into my warm sea of jewels
anxiously ready to ride the tides of your motions
& how you doin it slow
“I’m gonna give you some gooood good lovin,
Oh Eye!”
Ummm….you set fiyah to my Urth
when you know I’m so ready ‘now’ 
to cum to you
& give birth to dah real sticky …wet…
cus you & I know that’s how we do it
cum slip into heaven
rock wit me tonight
for all time sake
slippery hot
chocolate bodies
bite! Ummm
shakin, vibratin, 
we inHertwined
ridin & dyin for our lovin, 
one more time
lick it, stick it, love it 
Fuck It!!!
Neck bitin, nipple kissin, 
pelvis smacking, chest & back scratchin
damn deep dive me
now love me
cum here withIn my watas
feel what good lovin do to this Goddess
one mo’ ‘gain
happy anniversary!!

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 4/24/13
AKA UrthEagle Tisha

Untitled Deuce

You were…once,

one of the easiest gifts in life to set free, upon the tips of my wings,

into the wind…

until people created this unnecessary, horrific pain,

that stains souls, and replays scratched vessels in hearts,

granted taking Your infinite power…

giving You has become one of the hardest of my obstacles

there isn’t much free in this life we live…

but You-

& to You…there is no comparison to the musical breaths You sing,

performing wind tunes, that force soul’s happiness’ to drum beats from hearts,

tip-toe ballads with fingers & delicately dance with hands

to the unknown wonder the universe expels…

no, there could never be a cost for Your fine seasoning,

yet, the blind-hearted, the stone-hearted…

continue to free-ride Your lavish deliverances,

thinking pearls, gold or diamonds can somehow compare!

to Your unrivaled standing

foolishly believing, because You’re so inexplicably vast…

if they place You aside, You’ll ever remain,

regard-Less they respect You,

second guessing Your pleasure….

watching to see if You’re really this good…

as good as the side pieces of ass, that screw up homes for,

as good as the materialistic shit society flicks in the faces,

thinking lust is better than All the Divine You are…

for the temporary… they soon find won’t last,

& it’s too late…

as one looks back at glass shattered hearts,

they’d left behind,

now with super-glue-mended repairs

foolishly believing, that if they slacked at taking care of home

that….that… because it is You that is everlasting

that you’d sit & wait around all of eternity

on one to decide to come back to their first

it is only a rare few who know You like I do

the power You possess to breathe oxygen into a rose-wilted heart

& that losing You sucks away the very substance of air,

leaving aged & fractured hearts, thin blood, causing soul bleeds…

Your magical internal intertwining, creates weakened knees,

from the pleasance of bonding seeds… reproducing we

& You are the same, which suctions a wounded heart through kneecaps,

kissing the concrete in agony…

& still they abuse You!

until they gain wisdom, learning how jealous You are,

by all that You surround us in, so freely…

that you are the sought answer to tears, confusion & pain,

ever sought externally, yet quenched

& You Are the InDwelling from before the beginning of us

I will ever hold & trust You dearly,

knowing Your Indescribable power & delight.

Dear ‘Love’,

© 3/20/13 LeTisha.Bowie

Children of the Sun's Umbrella

uplifting our souls,

worthy more than our lands’ stolen gold

I hold dear each valuable Sun-touched life,

mending, broken, stolen, divided, down trodden….

I’ll always fight

I hold you withIn,  my loves…

story by tale, heart by heart, tear by tear,

each One, your hearts, I bear

with a fist full of A Love Story untold…

of A people… Ohhh too deep to hold… down

we will ever-elevate to Our true states

my sun souls…we must no longer wait

we will no longer quietly endure unjust hate

we rise to The Originals

the truth of OurSelves, seeing reality for Her wealth

Of you- Black Wombman, Black Man…Our Sun Children

We must stand

do seek always… to truly understand… OurStory

I share our antediluvian pains…

the years of unconscious & deliberate hatred that still rains

…continue to control your stance

into Our minds the true ‘sins’ did land

sprouting untruths… that we are less because of the blessings our skin,

in the minds are where these remnants remain,

continuing to try & break down relentless souls that cannot be chained,

trying to crack us once & for all,

trying to make invisible strength inherited, but we will not fall

I share our sadness

…..& Still! ….

our laughter births an incomprehensible joy,

holding an unquenchable knowing,

a fire that’s always burned…

bestowing mesmerizing shades of darkness’s….

Yes! ...we were portrayed in a bootleg show of negative nothings!

& it’s undeniable the power we clench, through it all…

reflecting Our lights that do & will ever glow an eternal endurance,

illuminating beyond it all!!

overcoming separations, after obstacles, through losses, after unjust denials

of lives, of loves…of Our rightful freedom to ‘Be’

We are Worthy!

We are The Beauty of Life,

The Rainbow of The Sun’s Umbrella,

ever-seek my loves…our ancient inner strength,

which guides us through it All again & again…

….intentionally & Mami Earth given parched lands

We can stand On…

because we are The Children of the Sun

© 3/7/13 LeTisha.Woods

Reality

I still believe

in that, which was freely devoted,

even when, This Rose’s very own heart’s sap plummeted,

before Her feet, onto the cracked pavement,

any season, for no deserving reasons…

once more, I savaged my soul’s drippings,

picking, trying to decipher my hardened heart’s pieces,

from the cracked cement, through tear-binged eyes,

I warmed them withIn my cast-iron standing,

until, again, I was made whole

& I still believe

in the grandeur love,

in all that She bears, in all of Her worthiness,

just as the passing time releases each nauseating, achy memory,

wisdom sprouts within, replacing it with a still loving soul,

& an unsuppressed, blooming smile anew.

the knowledge of self-worth gained,

& stands, as the strength of a rooted, determined oak

I still believe…

…. ‘In Me’ …

I know within, where the moon dwells, until the sun shines

& the wings of my soul plays my own sweet melodies,

where my stars shine hope & inspiration ever…

I know that mere, singly, sweet words will no longer do,

that they just don’t spread onto my toast so smooth,

that…. simple fresh bouquets won’t whip the topping

of this caramel lovin’ anymore…

having grown & knowing external & materialistics

no longer reach these ribs alone,

much less to the heart of it…the ‘soul’ of my soul…

external lip movements are nothing, without the hearts deliverance,

& I hold tight to what I once called dreams, which are now called steps to my reality,

where crushed trust, tried to bury hope,

but, strong love always throws down a rope,

so that I may lift mySelf back up, with the wings of my warrior soul,

awakening opened minds to their own roots

& I still believe

in that, which was stolen by the catchers, who’s mitts were the wrong fit,

in that, which was openly shared and granted taken with no thoughts of it,

having grown & knowing the fact is:

someone else’s  giving, sometime, some place,

was also as mine….earnestly…deeply reflected

only too, to have suffered the heart-anguish, but never dying,

to have paid the fine, for a love thief’s crime…

this is a True Lover’s reality.

some will learn, others will flee

forever lost in ignorance & blindness, You see?

but once balance is met,  there’s no comparison to true love,

it can’t be devoured, the correct glove, form-fitting just right

I believe in a ‘Love’, that is ‘In Love’, with a ‘Love’ that is true…

…….in reality

& In reality, there’s no heart which hasn’t been broken,

but, there’s no broken heart, that true love can’t heal.

I’ve learned the power of loving me

& there’s nothing more exhilarating…nothing more rewarding,

than to hear my own voice, & the peace of reality,

flowin’ within the free wings of my own will.

© 2/24/13 LeTisha.Woods

AKA Soul Evoking Urth Eagle

Hearten Soul Love

dedicated to forever ReCreate Our Soul’s Love-making

stronger than Elmer’s glue, we’re the fastening of It

…me & you

super glue ain’t got nothing on the blending of Us two

….lost hearts, withIn this parched dessert,

quenched beneath our constant flowing…

rivers of abundant saturation,

steady satisfying our continuous thirst,

topping Ever-last & Energizer combined…

with embodied Soul Love Burst!

yeah, we doin’ it… what they call “Real Big”

the durable All Timers…One Mold

& I can’t help grasping out & French-kissing your soul

under the moon, peering into blackened midnight…

the glowing stars, I’ve placed within your eyes,

as my heart flutters to the quickened  beats, you’ve placed here

& we ride the rhythms of love

we are the volume that feels Love’s lungs,

inhaling us, too,  into pillars of essence au sexual pheromones

to ReCreating love… again & again…

inside pain’s joy & fear’s pleasure,

swimming all of Her emotions, we rule the seas,

elevating the tides,

raising the sun’s shine, setting the day’s breeze

& I patiently watch your moons set 12 o’clock night …again

& we are the howl of lovers, in the time of day gone,

when lonely hearts bleed, souls weep

& New Love’s skip clumsily, mid the street,

under ancient lamppost, dimly lit, to our moans of ecstacy…

exhilarating their own souls…their own heart’s beats…

titillating to their Beloved’s home withIn

and we do make love… to the power of Our Lover’s Souls,

pleasures at levels undefinable,

creating the original seal, over this mold…

again…

again…

in the lost land of Ourwhere we desire to be,

where no one exist but you & me…

where nothing even matters at all…

in the depth of the origin, ReCreating Soul’s Love-making  

over & over, because each time is new

as we embolden love….as we hearten soul love

again.

© 2/28/13 LeTisha.Woods