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

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so intimate, so genuine

Love Is…

my synchronization to Its heart’s beating…

yet, too distant, to reach out & touch….

….the gentleness of Its physical embrace;

It is the wind’s invisible soft-tip brushes,

upon my cheek….

the leave’s veins,

under caramel fingertips…..

feeling where love flows through….

creating new life,

new energy,

the strength of the oak’s trunk….

grounded,

withstanding much,

Love.

safeguarding the Nature of Its existence,

with power seen, only by Her continuing stance….

Recreations.

Rebirthings.

Nurturings,

with,

strong limbs….

Her love embraces the Soul of… “It”,

drinks of His fountain,

replenishing.

the nutrients for Its survival…..

His love Is the Sun upon My face,

brightening Life’s days,

blossoming beauti-ballads, like….

“Can you Call a Rose by any Other Name…..”

into the gentle breezes,

under Her warm Sun’s rays,

as the strands of hair upon my neck…..my arms,

dance, with the swaying roses….

trees and my heart’s lyrical sounds….

I clinch….often, too tightly to each brush,

each stroke,

of the wind….

inhaling Its energy,

snuggling It withIn…Me,

…..what is felt so close-ly….

unseen.

yet, so real….

We are Love & beam…

….as the midnight candle I light,

for each dedication,

each truth sought, each reached,

& every dream wished to be seen

© 11/23/12 LeTisha.Woods

Storms that Birth Light

remain in High Spirits

withIn the declination of your circumstances

these too are temporary,

in the midst of  rocky storms

You’ll find Your endurance….Here

“It Is Here” that you Achieve perseverance…..

Where You reCall Your purpose for BeIn-g

“Here”….where You feel there is nothing

No reason….No answer….No One…

That you Will also find “Your Will”

Your Fill

…….You will find you have nothing & Everythng…

Freedom to seek “All” You wish… “All that You Are”

“In the midst”

In Your blood is to fight, til You overcome or til death….

Your determination Speaks Your inheritances’ wealth,

In which….

“Only” unveiled eyes can appreciate or comprehend

the wealth of its love… happiness….peace

                       its joy…friendship…..fight….Life!

Birthing Hope Invisible even to military scopes….

& You confront the battles, head on…the enemy withOut & withIn,

conquering what seemed a pitfall,

knocking down walls,

shedding light,

revealing death, reBirth, True Life

the Depth of the Pit, where you gained a Lift ….

a  “get Up”…a leap for Your soar!

to unlimitlessNess!!

to dreams….aspirations….goals….to Light

You fight! Overcoming the battle you thought was life,

burying the truth of the fruit of Your held hidden….

bearing & birthing illumination….

knowing the storms are Mighty,

as This,

but temporary still

making Inner Godly Instilled provisions,

through continuous Inner intuitiveness,

the future is steady & clearer,

knowing nothing is perfect,

wisdom gained through fight, life & Will,

preparing You for the next perfect storm,

as sure as breathe…..

one will arise again over another hill

the sun’s beam is barely seen,

as the forests’ path clears a narrow pathway

again….

& no matter how high You fly out,

always hold dear the lesson of the depth of low,

as well as the strength, the gain…. a lift to higher ground…

remembering One of life’s many dark storms…..

heavy waves will come….

Your lifeless drifts…

You drifted…..

& Your survival

the management of  the blows & heavy downpours….

Look withIn & recall

Giving Thanks Always

The All Power Love & Strength of  The Great Creator withIn  

& Your Faith & Will to stand.

This too shall pass

© 11/12/12 LeTisha.Woods

I was Wonderin’…

Good Morning Honey… Hi…

I was wonderin’…

If you only knew that I’ve been dedicatedly, interlaced,

within the place, that should’ve sacredly held me star-struck & captive,

all of my soul’s lovin’ days

and if….if you knew,

that the…the standard vows that have me crossed over & under,

imperfectly woven together,

like some genuine leather & a bit of pleather,

threads snip-slipping at seams here & there,

held together by the care of one lover’s value of it…..

holding tight, not by the momentum of a love crafters skills,

as ours….

….was wondering if you knew the…the…that…

your best wishes greet the stains of my tears,

from the unanswered dull pain, that remains,

another fractured piece my soul holds,

where the Sun’s rain should permeate drizzlin’ kisses

trying…

weary…

I’ve tried not to…to be, but have grown….

& cold,

icicles mold, forming barriers,

sealing the cracks of my heart,

protecting the trap of another lovers game

reminiscing of a underwater divers’ heart…

lovemotions of taking a giant dip into warm, chocolate soul waves,

of the warmth of your welcoming embrace,

the place where blue-birds’ breasts clap,

butterflies in formation…

as they create cupid’s arrow and shoot through …

to the whispering fairies….

as they tell their tales,

of two strange lovers rewriting love,

watching where tears fall, in adoration

from the painful delight in the reverence of the reciprocation

of love,

as cupids butterfly arrow charges anew…

creating ancient, earthly colored patterns,

woven by the 1^st Adam,

drippin’s flow, from the introduction of new,

watery eyes, a shivering heart,

heating as we greet…welcoming arms…

body embracements….friendly thighs….

trembling souls….and a welcoming know-ing

when dreams were meant to be dreamed…

& with expectations, that they could one day be, 

of the respect, touches, & desires….

in all ways…. for always

thinking back….

as I always want to be a person of my word,

here…feeling trapped in a web of “til death do us part”

a one sided web-vow, wondering…. “Who wrote this shit?

Is it legit? or is it that some choose to just rewrite the script?”

they’ve trapped my heart…

daily awakening with an inner delight,

to search, for the light to my way…

I look up….

for the smile to each of my days…

it’s like…

“reaching up to grab sunflower seeds with a belly full of giggles”

& delighting in how you tickle me silly…..

& then I’m like really?

if it’s the art of poetry….

the melody of song….that carries me along…

that lifts my day…..

…while I live the choices that I’ve made…..

Today I smiled.

I was wonderin’ if you knew.

© 9/25/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie