Secret Garden

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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

closed chapter

gliding in smooth sailing, on your cheap straw broom,

you swept me clean off my feet,

I thought we were drifting on a gentle breeze,

as I floated along your cavity full of lies,

& I’ve paid in full,

with cash,

ass- & mostly pieces of my soul & heart,

from the start,

I laid it out & open,

giving my everything,

spread my wings, sharing my days,

as I listened to your stories, all dazed,

your promises- watching your ways,

all the while being played gently,

like and acoustic guitar,

strings plucked lightly,

delivering a beautiful love story

treated like a Queen in them early days,

I was…

In a house, I thought was a home…

Yeah- I felt I dwelt in a mansion,

even though,

it was nowhere near, what my heart had shone….

then like crunchy, chocolate, chip cookies,

my life’s droppings crumbled downward slowly,

as if being enjoyed….every lil piece of my soul,

bit by bit,

love, home & you…

lies slippin’ in & out…

no longer sticking together like glue,

we use to…

as you’d forgotten hugs- that weren’t sincere,

the I love you’s that were no longer spoken-

but if ever true, could never be forgotten,

long eve’s together, became long nights alone,

quick calls, now taken in lower tones,

sweet voices & gentle touches…

now quick & quick toned…

“This isn’t a dream, but a nightmare!” I scream

what in the hell went wrong?

you said… “You will always be a part of the life we will share”

then, suddenly!

I look up…

and know you heart is no longer here nor there,

I know you no longer care…

just stopped you a second, out of your busy day

to give you a few words, before you’re on your way

I have no more time to spare, on useless attempts

….already wasted years, on an ol’ school wannabe pimp-sta

I have no more tears,

I’ve figured you out,

I loved you….You lusted me

We’re unequally yoked…

We’ve fallen apart, not out of a love,

that you were never in…

you can now take your ol’ broom,

jump it, and go for your spin,

there’s no need to talk, no more time to spend..

I’ll give nothing else of me,

I’ve paid an expensive fee,

the last of my energy wasted on you…

Is to say,

My spirit wasn’t created for abuse; or to be ruled.

This chapter of my life has been closed; I’m no longer your fool

© 8/2012 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