This will be my 1st actual live spoken word performance with a group of wonderfully, inspiring family of artists.
Excited & nervous having been writing & recording for years, but only to family & close peers....I still cannot pass up this rare local opportunity. Grate-Full for this blessings. Peace & Light!

A Poet/ess’ Divine Flow

honored by the thoughts,
or lack there of…
humored at the audacity…
unfazed by your outsight…
of my expressions of Self.

but it is a must that you know,
a few things that are for certain,
don’t make the useless mistake of thinking it’s for your sake,

that I convey my love, my anger, or my fear,
my joys, my pains, uplifting, or drying tears,
encouraging true love, persuading strength…
to go on,whatever my soul unfolds and presents;
it is not for the undesired’s hearts’ intent.

no, don’t you stumble on your own error,
thinking my words are for your unwanted pleasure,
you don’t like the exact words that I choose,
don’t care for the particular paths of, which I muse

either you comprehend it, or you don’t
some desire to, some won’t,
don’t prefer my flow,
keep rollin’ …down the river, keep strollin’…

I’m gon’ keep evoking words and melodies,
holdin’ it down for The Divine Poets & Poetess’ flow-ing with me;

lovers of truth and depth gon’ stand,
to hell with the rest, it’s a part of Our plan…..
Even then, understand….

these thoughts are mine,
from within me,
my creativity is divine,
I don’t think of opinions,
when I’m writing on the lines of my mind,

I deep dive into the great sea of my inner being,
flowing through the waves of eyes, smiles, hopes,
screams,emotions, remembrances, love,
reminisces, feelings…. of dreams;

manifesting raw truth,
soft or tough, in love,
I’m coming,with hard-core verity,
of mySelf no stunting.

no shows to fit into pretty setups,
no standards or guidelines,
love it or hate it,
I’ve learned singularity is rough….

I was born this way,
unique with my own sway,
I don’t birth bogus,no hocus-pocus…

don’t look here for contemporary simplicity,
your bound to get bitten by the authenticity.

©LeTisha.Bowie 7/27/12

The Soul Evoking Poetess 'Urth Eagle'

Soul Protector

created a shield,

sheltering my heart

from the unwavering pain,

that heartache can bring…

of the imitations of love,

in the process, confining my will

still grounded…

I sealed

all the cracks with cement,

giving no more slack

to the feelings I’d always held back,

for the lack of reciprocity

or reception….

of my waxed love

friend, supporter, comforter, wife

peace-maker, cook, mother- through all the strife…

continuing through, in boundaries placed on my soul,

eventually, pushed me into a solitary hole…

they couldn’t comprehend the power of a Lover’ Soul,

so, unfulfilled in Self,

I still locked It down

giving what they needed…

& it didn’t stand the stormy waters

of a make-shift love nest

didn’t succeed

….caged love

so much more- Eye Am….

& I left the door shut on stipulated love,

continuing to fight the good fight per se…

with no light in sight,

no flight for my tapered wings,

I would sing….

“If I spend the rest of my life loving Me,

My Soul will be free….

because, at least I can give Me completely…La La La La.”

when there’s a gentle tug from withIn,

presenting My World a quick spin….

heart flutters & flips,

trying to figure out this feel….ing

that’s locked from the inside…

no outer entry parts….

& I begin to write….. sing more

dreamed & prayed aloud

something has a stronghold,

where no one is allowed….

the flow is pouring in fluently…

“No entrance here” I whispered

~to mySelf~

for I held no restraint

over the feelings touched with the faint-est

delicacy,

tickling my heart,

coming in like cooling water

from a summer’s spring,

lifting my burdened soul from

withIn

hell’s pit, I was liv…ing….

giving a battered Soul a kiss,

rocking My heart, embracing My pain,

blowing air under my wings,

lifting shattered hope, cracking a cemented shield,

giving this Queen a complete Love fill…

a taste of my Own medicine,

which had never been fully administered…

they weren’t equipt to handle the power

of such a love ministering….

and Soul to Soulstress fluxed & flowed

poetic Vibrations of Soul Power showed

unseen,

surreal, blooming like four season’s flowers

a divine childhood friendship,

conversating over moon wine,

about heart breaks & seeks,

what Love takes, growing together,

true Love pleasures,

Soul Vibrations & Lifetime Comforters

with eye kisses, Soul embraces,

eating Love toast & drinking Soul café’s,

over tunes of Sweet Love & Devotion….

how Divine it is,

to have my shield

knocked down from the inside out,

gaining a Deliverer, Friend, Soul Protector,

Lover & Comforter

A Man.

A King laying water down,

in a Locked Soul & a Barren Land.

© 10/18/12 LeTisha.Woods

A Poet/ess’ Divine Flow

honored by the thoughts, or lack there of…
humored at the audacity…
unfazed by your outsight…of my expressions of Self.

but it is a must that you know,
a few things that are for certain,don’t make the useless mistake
of thinking it’s for your sake,

that I convey my love, my anger, or my fear,
my joys, my pains, uplifting, or drying tears,
encouraging true love, persuading strength…
to go on,whatever my soul unfolds and presents;
it is not for the undesired’s hearts’ intent.

no, don’t you stumble on your own error,
thinking my words are for your unwanted pleasure,
you don’t like the exact words that I choose,
don’t care for the particular paths of, which I muse

either you comprehend it, or you don’t
some desire to, some won’t,
don’t prefer my flow, keep rollin’ …down the river, keep strollin’…

I’m gon’ keep evoking words and melodies,
holdin’ it down for The Divine Poets & Poetess’ flow-ing with me;

lovers of truth and depth gon’ stand,
to hell with the rest, it’s a part of Our plan…..
Even then, understand….

these thoughts are mine,
from within me, my creativity is divine,
I don’t think of opinions, when I’m writing on the linesof my mind,

I deep dive into the great sea of my inner being,
flowing through the waves of eyes, smiles, hopes, screams,
emotions, remembrances, love, reminisces, feelings…. of dreams;

manifesting raw truth, soft or tough, in love, I’m coming,
with hard-core verity, of mySelf no stunting.

no shows to fit into pretty setups,
no standards or guidelines,love it or hate it, I’ve learned singularity is rough….

I was born this way,
unique with my own sway,
I don’t birth bogus,
no hocus-pocus…

don’t look here for contemporary simplicity,
your bound to get bitten by the authenticity.

©LeTisha.Bowie 7/27/12