soul dressed, ready to spill

Through many situations, many of life’s variations
I liberate words from deep channels, overflowing into poetic spillways
of highs, of plateaus, & at the weakest Eye still flow- strong
from where I’ve come, to my destiny, to dreams manifested, from withIn me...
or not....in the reality of living what’s been placed before me, as truth,
either way, relentlessly Eye project, from within the depths of me,
surpassing those who have tried to hinder my pinnacle,
I’m only one of many, told that our people were of the least,
yet knowing in my heart, there’s much more to the untold,
my soul bares a never-ending cry, a hope, a dream-
a piece of the puzzle, that was supposed to be deleted,
Our ancestor's capturers….yeah they did the most,
created a tangled web of the truth, a road block to our roots,
which is being torn down bit by bit, as Eye see truth peek through the myths,
we began to see the verity of our being, we will then…
and only then... understand, the so professed least ‘is’ the greatest,
are we...if it was not so, there would have been no invasion,
stolen goods, mangled bodies, twisted souls,
bloody heart hemorrhages, babies & families bargained…
if we were worth only the nothing preached,
we would’ve been left One,
free soul shedding here, as eye ponder, more than often,
how easily we erase ourselves,
at the same time angering over the erasing done in the original thefts,
embracing thieves who have never given our life value’s respect,
yet we still wear ‘their’ way,
please don’t misunderstand me,
but do understand,
I’m not encouraging hatred, but I stand for truth, for what I believe
& the distorted history & pain that's is Indwelling,
Is within my belly & sometimes I have to expel…
'The' desperately desired to be buried...
Exhaling…busting open the gateways of souls,
when I come...I'm coming bold, with my all,
so that we can rise up from this fall,
in which, some chose contentment & call it home....after all....
after all, we comfortable aren't we?
through many situations, many of life’s variations
I liberate words from deep channels, overflowing into poetic spillways
of the souls of many Eye pour, if only touching a few here & there,
internally I can't go on, without touching the forbidden truth...
without filling the depleted waterways, every day that Eye may



© 8/18/13 LeTisha.W. Bowie

Higher

Higher

written for the performance "The Naked Truth" in Alexandria, La

group of collective Poets & Poetess' "Poetic Expressions

at the Alexandria Art Museum

Canopied in the warm bed of your embrace,

The tick of the ol grandfather clock 

hasn't the second to tock,

And I'm chocolate laced, 

within the taste, 

of your lucious lips upon my face,

As you trace...

my favorite plaaa-cccesss,

I'm entranced... 

by your spell-binding stance, 

Which claims a matching demand to mine,

And my inner song smiles,

to touches tender,

From kisses depth....&...lips to necks....

Soul's breathes...

hissing through clenched teeth knockin', 

To our bodies rockin', 

Temperatures reaching a higher peak,

Wonton becking....& we pull closer,

Which we can't get to, 

without your throbbing, 

entering the pearl of Her gates...

Her heart's palpating wet,

And I...

I kiss your pants with quickening desire,

Knowing you feel this fire,

As your rock ready, knocks steady, 

on my breast, standing at your attention,

My belly...thighs...eyes

Control lost

Voices soft...gasps hard...

more

As we continue to explore

Every inch

I'm melting beneath your licks,

Quivering mid soul's flames

throat moans had been held,

Now conquered by your love's spell,

As you take me higher...

I exhale cum in my love,

To the grip of trembling thighs, 

Pulling you inside... 

I...

Umm...gaa-aspP

as you bite-moan my evey location,

No longer are we at the same elevation...

Higher even...

I say cum....in

my humble abode

One...

And we create love moanin' harmonies,

Slip, slide, you dip, I drive...

Licking...squeezing...pleasing Ourselves

And you cradle me tightly,

Filling me with All your goodies...

GoodNess! 

Inhaling the silky smoothNess

Of your exhal...

                      ing my name

"Let it rain..."

And  

     We 

           pour....

Layin withIn the Love we made

Ummm Hmmm

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/21/13AKA UrthEagle Tisha

Oxygen

you can call Me easy like SunDay’s morning….

but, I’ll let you in on a lil something….

His Soul’s lovin’ ain’t got me easy….

It’s got Me bent, habituated, & addicted….on….

SunDay, MonDay, TuesDay, WednesDay,

ThursDay, FriDay, Sat-ur-Dayyyy Looooveee…. In’

with every DeeP word spoken,

every delicate breath He breaths,

into My tremorIng need to inhale His seeds of Life….

It Is We that shake the Universe,

sending reverberations from Love’s Matrix,

opening Our floodgate’s Soul to Soul…

insufflating as One

and you can call Him My Sunshine….

It’s He that Is The Light…The Fire withIn My Soul,

glowing through My eyes,

sending lyrical melodies of, All you have to do is say Yes,

because He gives me Butterflies

that tickle with just the soft, warm, gentleness of His breaths,

radiating from the width of my lips,

down the hums withIn my throat,

to the songs living in My Soul…..

right here…

singing….Let Me Be Your One & Only…….

…..I gasp…..His breathe

He inhales….. Mine…..

fused…..two crescent moon backs arched…

One.

…..hot honey-“Do” whispers, whimpers & chocolate bods glisten,

reaching….

In-Too,

because We give no slack,

between the hip bones….

no written agreements

Soul’s Love- Pacts

as hands & hips grip them Sunday morning’s smooth, black

& chocolate-caramel swirl body dips,

those mid-day succulent stimulating drips,

into Mid-All-night Loving…..

He Is My left, right, &  Inbetween,

My All around, down & My Above

He is Thee Created for Me

My King

My Oxygen

©Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 11/7/12

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

Is Transitioning to Natural or BC Considered a Trend or Change...to you? My Musings today.....

Trend.....The popular taste at a given time; Turn sharply; change direction abruptly

Change.....Make different; cause a transformation; Remove or replace the coverings of; An event that occurs when something passes from one state or phase to another

Now I've always considered a trend like changing styles of clothing, vehicles, shoes, etc....but on the other hand to make a change, in my opinion, is to move a way from a particular thing, scene, way, etc into another direction or way.

So, in saying this, personally to say that a person's choice to go to their own "natural state of hair" would have to be a change not a trend.  Even it one tranverted back to a relaxed stated, it is still a change, based on choice or opinion. Maybe there are some people who say....Oh I like the way natural looks...I want to do that or try it, not knowing each individuals purpose or reason for this transformation or change, so maybe I'm only thinking personally here.

To me the "change" to My God given natural state, was because if I'm gonna go an purchase kinky, natural looking, African looking hair, to cover a relaxed hair.....kinda dawned on me as ridiculous, when I was born with what I considered beautiful......wear my own. So, when I want to do something....i have my mind made up...i intend to do it.  

I did not want to wait on two differnt textures of hair to grow out....I wanted to embrace what I was born with.......BC (Big Chop) it is.......Ofcourse, my husband still had the mental state that straight, long hair is beautiful and was impressed by the decision, but respected my decision.....and so here I am two years later natural and loving it.....I have not intention of  ever going back to a relaxed state...this is my personal choice....."change"...not a trend, because my choice when deeper than seeing, liking and changing a style.....you don't chop off your hair for a trend......It was a deep, heart-felt decision,, in which I have not regrets.....I feel My Creator made us all in various likes and ways and Afrikans/Blacks were made in the beauty that was intended.....we were just brain-washed that our hair is nappy.....unacceptable in society....etc.....How in the world do you brain-wash an entire race that what they were born with is "unacceptable".......How? that what grows from the roots of your head from birth, is unacceptable and not good enough.....and it has been eaten like ripe fruit and digested for centuries.......Unbelievable right? So digested that it has become and unconscious though....."normal" to relax your hair and children, before they even know what it is.....It's ok.....I'm not judging....I did it too....it's what I was taught....to burn the crap out of my daughters head, to straighten her kinks......hmmmmm.......

When I chopped my hair off....my daughter said "Why do I have to have that stuff in my head to burn my head and you don't"......I looked at her and I said.....you don't......I explained all of the above and she has been natural for 2 years and she will tell anyone the same things that I have stated with confidence.....Thank God/dess I never put my baby girl through it!!

I felt I should be able to wake up comb/style my hair just as I was born with it, like any other race, without feeling the need to look like them.  I love me just the way God made me.  Some of us were not even given the choice to relax, it was made for us, by our parents, because of a mental slavery.....To them straight, relaxed hair was seen as beautiful....sure it is...if thats what God gave you, but I don't feel the need to look like someone else to see the beauty in myself....my only regret is that I hid the true me inside for so long, that I robbed myself this taste of joy and freedom for to long......I am grateful for the knowledge before I allowed my girls to go through the same experiences of damage, breakage, cutting, relaxing and the cycle through life over and over of self- abuse and self-hatred.......

I can't say that they won't decide to make changes when the become adults, but I can know that I have instilled self love in them and that they will know that they are Beautifully Created, just the way they are........No Trends....Just Changes for the Best....Conscious Knowledge of Self......  : ) 

And they will know that if any man they meet wants long, straight hair and tries to convince them they are any less beautiful than they were created..... they better go buy it and wear it their damn selves.....lol

Because We Were Crowned By Birth!!!!!!

Guide to my destination,

Leading Mighty Whirlwind,

Spirals of Spiritual Wisdom present a tornado,

Ready to take on all!

Kinky,

Full of strength and force!

My frizzy,

My curly bunch of tightness

Like mini twisters,

going left,

going right,

Complex and swift led

…..and underneath- wavy funnels of black frizzies,

The drive of My Sistahncestors

It is the steering wheel’s control of My future,

A flashlight that guides the Earth’s magnificence,

Transmitted on from ancient memories,

A mass of inherited twisted knowledge,

Yet Spiritual channeled to be known.

Separating into tiny, spring-like, corkscrew shaped,

Thick,

Bushy,

Wooly mass, carried from antediluvian Goddess,

Perfectly, Master-made brown and black beauts.

My crown

The rise of My Fullness,

A continuously expanding growth…..

Outward-

Upwards-

Because, it guards My Goddess

My Crown

….crowns a Mighty Feminine Cocoa Queen…..

Confusion to the enemies,

Connection to My Sistah Goddess……protected

Crowned by Birth!

© LeTisha.Bowie 9/11/10 “Urth Eagle"

The Penny Rocker

“The Penny Rocker”

Rocking the day by;

Slumber-

I rock.

I rock, counting my pennies,

Trying to figure a mechanism;

Turn “them” into nickels, dimes, quarters;

Into Dollars

I rock.

Parallelism- rocker, pennies, life, & I

I pause.

Recognizing & immersing the beauty….

The riches money can’t measure…

Inhaling the trueness….the miraculousness of existence…

Of my milieu

I exhale.

I smile.

& I rock.

Copyright © 11/2011 LeTisha.Bowie