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

My Mother's Love

My Mother’s Love

She
Taught, as She thoroughly,
Cleaned dishes…
Spotless
we would be,
not in brand name shoes & clothes, in
Hand-made &
by hand, She made &
Molded
us to be, the Women we are…
Stong,
as She, still holding on to Her dreams, as
we
Grow into Ours
daily- She would
discipline our rights &
wrongs, not
allowing disrespect or back-
talking- to us day in and day out…”Girls should
present themselves from the inside, not the out.”….”You
respect your Elders- even those, that aren’t biologically so.” -
“They were- They are- Yours”….They’re
Mine- Treasures I’m holding within my heart, as I’m
Teaching My womb-spring the same
Ancient love,….
old as time- the love of “your” lives…
…..the love of “your” life, is to be
Treasured, like the delved up, stolen gold, of our home’s origination…..
Africa…… taken, as we, yet, never forgotten….for it’s buried…..
Deep within, like the
knowledge Mama
dedicated us, when we were mere youngin’s,
Rebelling,
Fighting back,
for what we thought, then, were the dreams & loves, of our own young hearts, being
Held captive…. &, now, We
hold on to it, like the Ol’ South’s crawfish…. to the
memories of Her every word,
Swallowing the instructed, mature fruit, which have, now, ripened in our minds, from
Dr. Mama, verses Dr. PhD, for those ancient remedies have become consciously understood…..
Accepting the lack of some things, unaffordable, back then, having no matter now,
for the gain of mental & internal riches irreplaceable, today….
Appreciation of the hand-knitted ornaments Mama made, and
pop-corn, strung garland on the tree, we all made together, for…..
we know what life’s struggle is, as….
we are living it…..and Mama still Stands as Our guide…….
Taking value, the dusting of window-
Seals the respect of new visitors, that arrive, with
visions, of the products of a
Strong Mama, who
gave all of Her, so that We could
Be the Women She wanted us to Be……

The Love of My Mother…My Mama will never…can never be forgotten, for, those young thoughts of rebellion have been replaced with what, I, a mother, today, know, was & is The Love of a Child.

Copyright ©LeTisha. Bowie 4/21/12

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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Love Games

  Love Games

You said, “Wait and see what happens”

I’ve been here heart completely- from the 1^st Chapter

Through your games

Through your changes

I stood

Loved Me like the Queen I am….you “did”

Gentle touches,

Butterfly kisses, and

Firefly glowing eyes;

My helium heart did float- in the 1^st Chapter

….as the pages begin to turn,

so did your games

What I thought was true love,

I, now, know was just the 1^st inning, for you….

What you didn’t know was…..

“With My heart, you get no strikes”

You surely did hit a homerun, though, hunny….

when you struck Me with that fake bunt,

……Just to reel Me in

Your fish I “was”, but, I didn’t bite your hook for long.

I realized, quickly, that I was dealing with artificial artifacts.

….and I spew you out like a pregnant Mama in Her 1^st trimester,

as you had begun to sicken My soul….My being…

before we even began Chapter 2, I slammed that book shut!

Discarded it!

I was beginning to breathe easily,

when you tried again,

tried to use your old key;

the one I knew, no longer fit into my life,

thinking that the locks remained unchanged

a foul, bitter taste of bile came northward my throat…

touching my taste buds, ever so slightly.

just the thought that you would approach me once more with your game,

only this time My heart is harder…stronger…

I am wiser.

even now, you come half-steppin’ with your broken bat,

and same ol’ plays.

I swallow My spittle and smile….

Knowing that I’m not playing or buying your tickets this time ‘round.

I refuse to allow you to play My heart like a softball…

Play with My life….My children.

I’ve grown….your actions show that you still haven’t.

I “see” that you’re still blinded,

holdin’ on continuously to your “friends” and youth vs teaching them.

The refusal to gain wisdom…to increase internally in life…

Saddened by you….I can still smile,

thinking….

thinkin' of what My heart would have given,

what My soul would have shared and wrapped into you….into us

Yeah….saddened, but Free

Free….I am to know that we deserve more

Exhilarated, because of the lessons I have learned…

The strength I have gained, giving me to power to say,

Hell No.

The End.

© ~Urth Eagle Tisha 1/10/12

“Lovetransformstipulations”

Lovetransformstipulations by Urth Eagle

“LoveTransformstipulations”

bald.

nappy.

bushy.

curls-tight.

It is who I am. It is my birthright!

head,

thighs,

arms,

butt’s all getting’ bigger;

Ignored the lives carried, throughout My life;

Body transformations you see?

Yes.  The obvious, it is that you observe.

Absorb.

My Soul's Love’s reflections, you’ve neglected;

-I’m determined to focus on elevating My Mind’s Intellect.

Education.

Spiritual levitation.

Penetrating the always transforming, exterior visuals you depreciate;

pushing….advancing…enduring in life……I stand. 

spine of alloy……I stand.

consistent with My conviction to learn more of Me! I stand!

eliminating callowness that surrounds me;

trimming physical and mental weight simultaneously,

Knowing your thoughts are simple,

Yet if allowed, your words severe……

Thing Is~

As you’re viewing my exterior transformations, intellectually at halt

My mental revelations ….my emergence will have surpassed you

 All along, as Life sets Her Mastery Scene

My soul….My heart…. It had incessantly remained

Ever-growing, but always reserving Her same love;

With all you perceived with your eyes,

Deep within My Heart’s Soul, my loe, still rested

Eye Content as Am….happily black, bushy, & thick;

I am, as well, renewed and lighter in all ways

How?

How? Now, do you ask me to accept your stipulated love?

There are no stipulations in love

Love gives, unconditionally

Love pours, like an overflowing tub of warm peppermint bath

Love feels, like warm coconut milk overflowing beautiful, brown smoothness

Love’s touch is your flesh….my flesh…..which, is no longer he and she, but we

Love is not 2 but, the connection of Souls, who have become “One”

Love is the part of Souls that is The Over-comer of the hell that life presents,

Giving Lovers the strength to carry on….!!

Love Just Is!!

True love “cannot” transform to stipulations.

True Love can not only transform stipulations,

She makes them non-existent.

© LeTisha.Bowie “Urth Eagle” 12/2011

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