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

Dreamcatcher

many sleepLess nights...
just one of a few pieces of my life...
accustomed to constant awakenings...
aggravated with ceaseLess thoughts,
useLess worry of unpromised days,
anxiously excited with infinite words
that leave each mornings' rise hazed,
filled with unfulfilled goals,
until....
You ever so boldly ...
yet, delicately stepped into my dreams,
catching moments in between these,
occupying the lonely space with mean-ing,
giving my midnights' smiles and...
this Soul a Lover's rendezvous
of lost possibilities,
as you catch my heart in Your catcher's mitt...
I must admit...
I grin & giggle a Mighty bit,
as Your toes caress my heart's mid -sleepLess nights,
filling voids of frustration
....with "I just might"...
keep hold to chance,
as I bite my lip,
...still,
with an internal fright
of Love's past pain,
resting InHer sight
yet, Here I remain...
'tween sleep & awake,
comforted withIn the hansomeNess of Your face,
the melody Your laughter makes,
...for Loves' sake!
I'm umbella'd by the moon,
soul massaged by Your swoon,
WithIn surrounding lavender aromas
of everwhere...
calming this usually anxious darkness
can't help but...
smile at Love's madness...
to have the audacity to Still hope...
still believe in The Truth of Her Marvellousness...

I'll see You in the dream hours My Dearest,
where Your Soul reminds me of Love,
at, even,My closed vacancy,
withIn the palm of Your hand,
catching Me in the heres & nows...
.....the there & thens...
....& whens...
of my sleepLess nights,
where You catch My uncertainty...
& fill Me withIn

© LeTisha.Bowie 1/31/13

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

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

Good Morning?

Anxiously awaiting…

hoping sleep does arrive this night…

been on the run from love-lonesome days,

& winter-cold nights…

I’ve managed to survive another day’s light,

filling the minutes & hours with occasional laughter,

distant voice & the joy of my children’s vivid songs…

preventing the heart from exploring the seemingly,

ever-ending,

Inner lone…

…but Inside My night’s dreams…

I control My subconscious mind, body & soul,

satisfying the void that the days silently hold,

clinching tight & cradling the mysteries & magik,

as My rest unfolds HerSelf…

with fulfilled days, a peaceful home,

& the future She does tell…

nature walks, long talks, sunset blisses,

goodnight cherry kisses,

& double tongue-tied stems,

on the whims

of Love…

In a place where promise still lives

& will-power is Steel

& Still.

She awakens with me.

….as I give way to the hypnotic heart’s twists here,

alarms missed,

wishing nights last always… I hissss,

because I love like this!

but in my awake-ness

it’s dissolved or dismissed…

forcing mySelf to keep dreaming,

prolonging an awakening listlessness…

into My dreamish night

I Am…

filled with heart-warmed days & heart-filled nights…

Out of Sight!

Right?!

where my love is the soul-dip,

in my hips…

we’re in the way too deep now,

SuperNova Lovers,

motions like oceans,

taken over by indocile emotions,

on cloud nine sin,

in matrimonial seventh heaven,

where the married bed is undefiled,

lost as we wish,

eating out of each other’s dishes,

executing soul desires

& quenching flaming, out of control fires

all the while igniting more,

as we explore

new places…with tongue, finger & toe laces….

but don’t extinguish Me!

I’m a Ragin-Rolla fuh Mine…

like My dishes spicy…

So glad You decided to dine,

for a night of pleasance in My Garden of Dreams,

because Here is where I awaken in action…

to make them Reality.

Good Morning.

© 10/16/12 LeTisha.Woods.

Secret Garden

http://soundcloud.com/urth-eagle/secret-garden

catch me in My place,

This Promised Land, where there’s no time or space,

no longer covering my face, to the pains I’ve passed,

as Our souls unite & Our hearts race,

to the pace of undiscovered truths,

captivated by the reality of suppressed dreams,

living in a created bliss- high-loving, floating on cotton-candy clouds,

Open-wide…

as Our wings swim in the arousal of Souls High…

on Earth’s energy….

making love without visions of anything,

but the UnIty of Our plenty good lov-In…

catch Me within the mystery of free ruby Hearts swimming

My sapphire-indigo ocean treasures & pleasures,

lay emerald gems that shine through unspoken words, soul delivered,

kissing hearts, catching spills, drinking tears, eating fear,

for Your shield is mine & mine is Yours,

guarding.

there’s no limit to what We explore,

come go with Me,

I left Hell behind,

drowned It, in the tears It burdened,

and I’ve found Me,

Reciprocity.

pouring smiles into Your Soul,

dropping loving into Your Mold,

embracing arms with limitless hold,

Unfold-ed chest-walls,

pouring life into Our Melting Pod, dripping Soul to Soul,

Here we go….

© 10/9/12 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

& the Walls Come Tumblin' Down

….my folk! you quite theater doe’

presentin’ yurs a mesmerizin’ sho’,

they all reminiscing ‘bout stable careers, childhood dreams,

of romance scenes,

‘fo adulthood kicked dey asses into real  Awaken-ings,

& true horror stories b’came realities;

some choose ta watch yo movies, scene afta’ scene,

as if, dem sho’s in demselves, would fulfill dey dreams

while otha’s fully conscious of da bullshit you spit,

ta keep one captured, wit yo chain, ball, & trin--kets

smooth as a gentle, summa’s breeze, as yo mouth flo swept our minds, 

simultaneously it cut raza-blades into our souls,

our struggles, weren’t the fairytales you tol’

yo appealin’ ol’ happily eva-after’s,

& dey lived happily eva- after’s,

it ain’t da truth of da lives we wish fo’-

t’ain’t tales of da shed tears, of the workin’ po’!

t’ain’t da truth of our disembodied ancient ancestors soul’s cryin’

fuh ign’ance ta set our minds free!!

let’s tell’t like’t is “my” folk…for da love of you!!

da facts of dis life

dat we livin’

…ain’t cutting no deals

…it’s time ta get real,

while you swag’n suave’, wit yo hella-dip,

Kangol hat tipped to da side,

cigar smellin’ sweet….you like a rat,

spewin’ a cavity-filled, mouth full of lies;

to yo own fam …

freedom- searchin’ souls….

not truly givin’ a damn ‘bout our goals,

only how many of “our”dolla bills you can fold…

Carin’ less of whose mind’s or spirit’s you’ve sold

ta ya new massa, fuh today’s get rich quick scheme…

sellin’ yo’ stage play, over-nite quick-fixes to yo’ own folk,

even tho, ya don’t believe in ya own joke no mo….

spuing false hope, hidin’ the soul you lost to anotha form of coke

flashin’ yo’ wand….feedin’ hisStory’s miracles out yo’ magic can,

at da cost of anyone’s energy, dat will ride on yo desert land

compensated smiles,

you beginnin’ to know yo err’, yet know no way out…

continuin’ ta nourish yo people wit da ign’ance until we all in drought,

instead of spillin’ yo Awaken-ing…

da deceptions….da lies

learnin’ yo’self…

teachin’ da way ta self-education

                                     self-preservation

                                   self-motivation……self-love.

Free Truth!!!

but at da cost of a few bucks & our soul’s health,

Resurrection …..ReBirthin’ of a nation,

you bring us death.

rather kill yo family, than ta uplift & save even yo own lousy soul,

fa pieces of temporariness, that ain’t even yo own.

The ever……Our inheritance….Ours

tryna seekin’ the truth…

turning the pages of destroyed, with a fine toothed-comb,

while you lovin’ some impermanent specks of gold, nice car, hella-home…..

at the cost of climbing yo’ masters ladder,

a lil’ pocket clitter-clatter,

my love, just a message of wisdom

…..soon as ya step out of line….

rock bottom gon’ sound mo’ like a thuDDah

We’re watching in despair, but…..

We’ll be lookin eye to eye again Pretender…

My Brotha’s..…My Sistah’s Keeper..….My People’s Slow Killer…..

And We’ll say….

 “So glad You’re Awake, You can take your mask off now, You’re back home…

    let’s get to work, there’s progress being made here… We’ve been building.”

©LeTisha.Bowie 8/5/12

Beneath the Keloids

Beneath the Keloids

The artistic eyes see within….

“Thick brown beautiful thang,”

into thickness created around a heart of oak,

into a soul of keloids;

Touching one….

Carrying the pain of its

“Could haves, would haves, should haves,”

… Listening to Her…

Sing the same melodies of Her grandmother…

and embracing another keloid beneath,

Underneath it lays the pain of touches,

which should have never been-

from an uncle, who should have been, a model of men in Her life;

this scar… one overlapping itself, holds much.

and seeing more scars, beneath those keloids…

of touches and demands,

from a cousin, who should have been a playmate, cousin, a friend, but

Who were his models?

and scars….scars within….of…

boyfriends of Her Mama….bastard men, who should have known better,

And, yet, had no fathers to teach them!!

The thickness that’s beyond the skin’s visual resonates,

in eyes as such,

from within the scars built up,

like blocks, only never knocked down- still standing,

as a wars defense mechanisms, against the enemies to come.

…She sees, as the line of men to come….

…no man, with better intentions, than the one prior.

So She’s still standing,

with much,

with them.

They having no stronger mentality, than the men that surpassed the others in Her life.

Trying to break Her Spirit, yet somehow,

She still Stands.

“Thicker, brown, beautiful…

Still….

She Stands.

One Day by One Day.

With Heart, intact,

Loves, Desires, Hopes, Words within….Infinite…

because, She knows the Humanity, Power, Livelihood, Hope and All

that, She holds dear, was also taken years ago, from Our Men.

Then,

instead of ReBuilding…They were freed, into mental slavery, like mad, wild-

tearing down and they held on to what was close- Their “own”,

But, we weren’t to own-

But to share, join, love with, build with You…. Wo”men”-

Forgetting without “Womb”man- they would not exist.

Having lost and forgotten all love and honor for Her…

Seeing when looking into His eyes, My Brother

When looking into Her eyes, My Sister

I see in my dreams that are Ours

It is not always me there…..

“I know that our “Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ves,”

are intertwined with the desires of structured family …stability, 

It is for these loves… the cost is many lost dreams, which can be reality.

…that I stand

…. that I write what I see

….what my spirit speaks

from within…..”

….Both have come from me,

Wo“Man”…. Wo “Men”

I stand.

Knowing the healing beneath all of Our scars….

all of the keloids that will ever exist…..

I dream and have visions of

© Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 4/29/12

Cotton Candy Whispers

Cotton Candy Whispers

Looking north My feet write love aspirations into cool, soft mahogany earth,

As you had caught Me mid-inhalation from the depth of your peering into My soul, permeating through sepia eyes, into the base of a desolate- where love used to take home;

Afraid to look back up- I thought this sector of Self was gone, for fear of false hope……I smile slightly, with belly quivers, shaking my body lightly;

Suspicion & Uneasiness toss & turn within My Spirit, but  I take over- Look up….to see your Dark, Butter Smoothness waiting to take sup,

With, your welcoming eyes Speaking- I feel Your fears, Your pain, unshed tears……. “Can I take them please, My Precious Dear?  I’ve been searching for You for years.” 

Vibrations flow from crown to toe, from the gentle touch that speaks “I know.”

Eyes locked in understanding of My design to be your Moon, your Stars, to Move your Earth to be Your Sun’s Shine;

The pounding of our hearts are to the rhythm of the blue birds chirpppping…….

Making melodies unheard, only few perceive, but “We”- Connectiiinnnng…..

With words unsaid, make music within our souls, and Mother Earth as our bed;

As we sit Face-Face

Gentle touches, elbow brushes

Wind tickles, watching the leaves wiggle

Hands allowing Our Energies to intertwine creating musics of love lost, love desired, the truth of it, of love found,

I’m releasing slowly, a gentle love into your being,

Of energy held and treasured within me, for fear of betrayal…

I touch your face with feather delicacies, to assure myself that you’re real, as you whisper cotton candy in My ear….

Firm (spirit), but weak (spoken)….. “Don’t play with my emotions, I’ve been here before.”

As you’re whispering, “You have been somewhere Sweetness, but you haven’t been here- Your Treasure is One to Hold.”

Wanting to believe, because there’s so much unseen, unfelt, unknown- of Me….My Heart’s doing summer-salts and My Soul’s on fire.

…..thinkin’

It takes a true Soul Mate to know you….to know how to keep a fire lit, and to rekindle it when its low,

I sincerely and lowly speak these words and continue saying…

“This is why this sector’s barren…. Held for dreams, and lyrics

                                            Art for the soul-sick

And You My Soul Senual Brother…..King

May hold the lyrics to a New Song

One that has no end, as love

One that exceeds the sky- We can fly! Creating New Dreams of a love unseen…..

……Looking at the earth again…

……looking down

Thoughts wave throughout My Spirit….

I exhale the possibility that this…..that you could be true

As I look North again….

………..A slow anger manifest, as I realize….. I’m viewing the ceiling of my bedroom.

I’ve awakened from a beauteous dream, and I can’t move….

I’m wishing I could go back to sleep….. “There”

Knowing in this life I write of, sing of, wonder of a love such as   yonder……

Can’t help but ponder the idea that “We” could have been that One of a Kind team-

Can’t help but wonder if My Treasure could have been One to Hold, but then again- “It was” Only In a Dream.

Urth Eagle 3/18/12

© LeTisha.Bowie 3/18/12

Urth to Andre

‎Urth to You

....dedicated to Brother Andre Cameron

let your emotions guide you to your divine being ...
because your worth is more than you're seeing
let go of the ghost....set the shackles free....
rise up and shine like the king you were born to be....
i c u....and i hear the man within risin' up just keep your focus grounded and let go of the hurt......
wisdom comes from all places.....in all forms and faces....
take to the good and leave the bad.....
you know where you've been ....you know what you had.....
use it as a step to climb up on your throne....
you on your way my brotha! you on your way.....to that ancient home....
the home within ya.....keep seekin' the true you ...
your true visibility and desires are clear....
i hear u and i c u.....your power and elevation are HERE!!!! 
Ase’....Much Love and Peace....Keep it Up Brotha Andre!!!
~Urth to You