Ambrosia Love ~Spoken

Ambrosia Love

~plastering the wounds of Her,

with overflowing affections of HimSelf

~feathering His fears & bruises,

with Her wing’s delicate embraces

~He lifts Her high,

supporting the indescribable Queen She Is…

enamored in the bows of Her dark, brown eyelids,

as they close, then reveal their moons,

consuming all of Her pain…dreams...Her wishes,

loving the fullness of Her lips,

the vibration of Her hips,

to Her sugar-coated, warm breaths,

that touch His soul,

with the richness of truth

~she picks Him up,

elevating the King that’s undeniable,

adoring the midnight depth His eyes speak

& soft lips don’t surrender,

inhaling His pain…hopes…His desires,

admiring strength in the width

of his broad, chocolate, shouldered protection,

the command of His stance,

to his nectar flowing ardent breaths,

that brush Her soul,

with the gentleness of the truth

~she blankets His King Soul,

~He cloaks Her Queen,

as they implant mutual Soul therapy

and pleasuring needs,

~WithIn Soul vows~

of ancient friendship, devotion & honor

for lifetimes…

~They are~

One sweet, flowing, Ambrosia Soul

© LeTisha.Bowie 12/22/12

Ascending

sifting the crisp pages of my soul,

I found pages of newness, pages of hope, & pages of visions…

among them…

Again.

…on recycled paper,

I continue on……

reminiscing of sleeping dreams,

that were never awakened

….visualizing the specks of the past, upon the sheets

never to be erase, but put into motion…

remaining traces……a reminders

of what has made me the Wombman Eye am,

an underlying determination….never lost…

teaching me forever…. continue to Love….

Love Me.

Love Life.

Love My People.

to Love Love.

speaking……

“Some may clinch to devotedness of One so strong,

It’s never been for you to worry,

It is an individual choice….

made to review, digest or embrace…

Your being….

Once that time is gone…..”

Long gone…..a smile upon my face….

Once more and forever….

My Soul holds and takes My utopia,

My Land of Milk & Honey,

Placed withIn Me…..before Me….

Me….No longer to be hindered,

by inconsideration of others,

the matters of players mate’s hearts or

those unable to conceive…

what comes from the deepness of Me….

an ancient Soul, I happen to be,

created as such, I encompass Me,

I am that Eye Am…..

Ever Mov-ing,

Ris-ing to better Me,

Reach-ing,                                                                     

I wing…..Seek-ing,

& Here….

I soar,

Ascend-ing to utilize My timeless-Ness,

the Power & Love in My Venter…

float-ing up & out!

like the beaut of fluttering butterflies for All…

I Lovvveee

© LeTisha.Woods 11/17/12

Black Queen.She

Soul (Sole) Journey

Soul (Sole) Journey ~Interim~ “Then” “When” She meditates…. You see the physical being….existing Going about mechanical motions of life She knows the expected….the predicted, reoccurring shuffles of ever day…. and moves rotating in the Woman’s stereotypical life; the tendencies of quick, habitual, repetitious movements…..rotations, over and over, mundanity, insanity; tick tocks if Her inner-clock, Self-set automatic alarms, that have taken place of life’s spontaneity; repetitiously …tick. tock. day in. day out. year after year – ~“Now”~ she thinks of an ol’ dishrag, who has lost its color and flair, who’s daily performances, of the same… ol’ rag…worn, even so….performs its duties tick. tock. like Her…like a Woman ‘pose to “He thinks I’m a machine”……and thinking……. ~“Then, when 2 became 1”~ actually held possibilities of ~“When”~ “When” hope compelled him, and dreams inspired Her”….and “When” we had destinations to clench…. ~“Then”~ ……..we did….~Then~..…. together we “knew” the magical nexus that could be cultivated… ~“Then”~ ………..”Then” time paid Her debt…. ~“Now”~ in……. ~Interim~ She sits wondering ~“When”~ ~“When?”~ Where? went When? “ To be? “ Us? “Can the damaged, idle machine that –you- see….tick. tock. TICK. TOCK. Can you activate it?” “Can the damage, within Her, be repaired?…… …..forcing dreams, hopes, and lovin’, to work Her voodoo again?” ……“Once” there were no mechanical mechanisms running our lives”…. ~“Then”~…. And “Now” ~Interim~ in Her mechanical shuffles and robotic efforts… My inner sparkle is a lit fire, singing flaming-tones of redemption, …..burning through this temporary carcass Reclamation! Realizing that My dreams, desires, My being are within a contraption of the man-made, physical conceptions, of who I should be You see…..These ill-fitting mechanisms, fit the average, but they don’t fit Me “His feelings are his own” “Theirs belong to them” “Mine are in here”….The Eye that Am- “He doesn’t see, and never understood- I see, “Now” It’s the pigeonhole “all” are accustomed to….The “all” that has most mentally ensnared….The “all’s” puzzle that I have “never” been a piece of…that I will never complete….because I Am Me. ~“Now”~ Standing Still- Knowing that Eye’m One of My Own Kind- Accept Me Or Not We are Standing Still- Strangers and Strangely Friends, Lovers Even? “I wonder? ~”When”~ “When did this all take place?” “When will promise & vows fill interim’s position?” ….when all along my words have been mere knowing refusal has taken a strong formation to waste wasted time wasted life wasted effort….energies refusal of anymore waste of Self unrecognized preciousness……Individuality of Being “I refuse….I refuse to relinquish Who Eye Am” To be “Me” ~& Interim~ “I will no longer remain……living, awaiting death” “She needed him to hear” He listened, but didn’t comprehend: Her Soul’s sharing, Her Soul’s love Her Soul’s searching My Soul’s Heart’s breaking, for non-kept commitments, ones….meant forever to be pleasured and treasured…. Only seeing Me as an apparatus, that makes live livable & functional- “He’s missing the best of Who She is” ……in his contentment with the man-made, physical conceptions of what life should be….. “Within! My Free-Spirit runs wild, like an untamed buck, painting abstract canvases, only conscious-minds comprehend!!, creating songs from my soul, that have never been told!!, writing what starts as short stanzas, and up here ► emotions later…thoughts later…...pages la…..ter” “I am the lover of land, of flowers, of earth, of life and of the bearth of it!, in all of its beauties and all of its miraculous forms; I am the lover of everything that life’s worth, and of You.” …..sitting no longer, and ended meditation……….. “TODAY”…… I am a soaring eagle…….flying solo….. For my wings have grown tired, as I look over to see that you’re no longer flying in My wind, helpin’ to balancing the weight- helping to make this flight- ….it is, because you think that your thoughts are the only correct ones, that my wings have begun to squeak- I looked left and realized that my wings have taken metallicity….. I looked right and I see tarnish, but I know the shine that dwells beneath… I’m at dock “now” ….no longer flying, because the weight is too heavy ~& Interim Now…Today~ My bloom is at halt, having thought…. we were blooming together- planting a field of life-seeds, womb-spring, and moon-love…… Cultivating newness in all forms…… -I am a lone lotus A sole survivor My strength is magniloquence. Enough. Standing. “I remain- Me….in Life’s Flight In Life’s Fight” “I can’t thrive with you, if your growth is stunted, and we can’t win together, if we are mentally asunder.” “I’m reinforced for a Sole Journey to Soul Freedom ~When 2 becomes 1…….. -Urth Eagle Tisha © 2/29/2012 © copyright 2012-03-08 20:31:36 UTC - All Rights Reserved

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