Deaf Ears

couldn't pay you with the last of the nickels you left me with,
to fulfill your promises
or to display some of that midnight lovin' in Day's light,
to create peace, in the world that surrounded us...
& it didn't matter what I said or did,
all of the facts & tears went ignored
& if the clues had been written in stone,
you still wouldn't have seen the house in which we dwelt,
was no longer a home,
my voice had become silent to your hearing...
deaf ears refused my voice's pleas,
as I exhaustedly beat the drums inside of your ears,
with my determination for change, hopes in your abilities
& fear of another failure,
...with confusion strong & persistence...
I listened to you say you never saw it, say you didn't know,
& man...I've had a hard time comprehending that,
with all the tears you watched flow,
now your overdue attention just doesn't stream smoothly
& as suddenly as the pounding upon your eardrums ceased,
so did my heart's bleeding,
I saw that we were merely sustaining in survival mode
& you know, even when I spelled that little bit out,
I was still the only one who understood the severity of my lost hope,
...it was when our Love was parched dry & I had nothing left to spill,
that you began wondering the reasoning for my disconnect,
proclaiming that you didn't understand & how you would swallow this huge pill,

Me?.....
Stunned by the suggestion that my hell, my loneliness, my suffering...
that my very spirit had not only been stomped, but rolled up & left orphaned,
Pain-numb...
there are no words, no expressions nor emotions you could give,
which could free this repetitive fear...
the depth of my hollowness won't allow such a reaction to be stimulated,
for another bond to have been breached...
but I listened on....I did...
knowing you knew, as well as I by the calloused scars I had revealed,
& listened myself into an ignorance of reality, for my dreams that still lived...
now perplexed by the bile released from your guts,
but unmoved & steadfast in the least,
as I'd had my own taste of disgust
there's truly nothing I'm willing to do, again...
for loneliness & weariness have pierced me through & through,
but It no longer tortures me, with questions to things I'll never know,
it's taken too much energy, & I've already began using it to rebuild my soul,
knowing it is worth every ounce of who I Am
~ “Enough”

© 10/25/2013 LeTisha.Woods

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

giving up

you say you still love me
You say you still love me?

I'll never give you the, “I've heard it before” lines
because, you know that I have,
through the strength that I'd gained,
from the heartache in my past
& I've learned through life & pain,
not to hold that past, as shackles to what I'm trying to build & maintain

You say letting go is too hard to do, when you really love some one
now you know who I am, I'm always gon keep it real
there were two parts to 'this' vibration, when harmonies blended

you began to yield... to an inner self arrogance & pride
that you withheld, when there was no need for pretending,
I like shit straight to the point,
spoofing should be held, for those who choose to ride the train of 'chance'
I love the rain, but don't pull me out before I dance in it

it prevented a solid unity, creating a huge divide
you know my kind, we been here a while,
Eye Am a rid-a die, who has chosen not to remain chained,
following the bloody droplet stains of my heart,
cherishing memories from a distant beginning,
but stopping not a second longer, in this stunted ending,

continuing to digest lessons & once again, strength for elevation,
knowing the heightened fire withIn me
can no longer endure, an unsure heart,
mouldering my goals & smothering my soul's desires...
right here, right now....Eye feel you,
& wonder if you hear the repetitive notes,
producing no tunes, which play-out before they begin...

Eye listen, no longer able to hear,
no longer in anger, but in tiresome vain
I want to stand clear
of motionLessNess & soundLessness phrases & actions,
which are only vocal blurs,
on the the merry-go-bound Her's Souls seeking...
I can no longer concur, the actions that initially created a bond,
causing me to ponder, on how true love changes,
realEyezing It doesn't, if It's essentially true,
as mine has always been for the life-flight,
until left stranded by the way-side, hitchhiking,
clutching my heart in my hand, & I've gotten a lift again ….
a Soul ride....

See any facade grows old, because, it isn't truly you...
& now the thirst is dry, belonging to yesteryear,
& has roughly landed us here, at what began as One pathway,
now a broken path of two

letting go Is hard to do......
when you 'Really' love someone,
I've worn & bore the anguish of it for the past few years,
speaking to closed ears, as distance carried on its way,
creating this wedge, resting within our vibrations,
disturbing the beat & flow in our songs,
taking the flow out of the cadence, as your ear's drums....rested....
to my cries....the love ache I bled for has dried...

giving up Is so hard to do,
when you 'Really' love someone.....
but when you're post-fighting for lost compassion, comfort, & stability
& the many things unlimited She offers,
versus fighting during the fight, to hold tight, to “the love of your life”
that is what Love does....it Moves..
You......
never clung to Her invested pleasures,
taken for granted, that She would always emptily, be waiting
If so, you would have noticed our lost ways
how do you let go of something you never 'held' the value of?
for our heart's freedom & the truth of love's wings
let me fly, stop trying to taper my wings,
trying to figure out things, your soul should know
giving up was so hard to do, but I didn't have to
I noticed the vacancy in my heart,
with the slip of your hand, from withIn mine, a long time ago


© 7/30/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie

Ain't Worried

Fresh Seeds

Soul to Soul

Life-Long Winter

it's cold outside, within the mainstream of frozen stone-hearts & iceberg souls

consistently surviving these winter storms, I march on, trying to keep my pace,

trying not to fall into the cracking iced pavement beneath me,

I hike the mountains, steel-gripped soles,

with all my might, determined to peak, determined to fight,

even amongst this life-long, blizzard's coldness, that beats against my high set cheeks,

stopping...but, only long enough to notice the Sun's shine...

...long enough to notice that... currently, we're actually facing Summer's glory

& I see Her glowing, apart a quick moment,

as I have to keep my pace quick, to win this race,

which seems abnormal in growth, looking down upon weathered & beaten shoes

my feet feel bare... as bare as my heart in this second's stare...

...a second

...to steal a stare, & life appears at a stand still,

as I momentarily, stand still, knowing I still feel Winter's rage...

& Eye Am grateful for an anchored Soul,

for it is here that I go, to regain sanity's sake,

withIn... to remind mySelf that Eye Am...

that...that... this hold I must! Keep, as I feel mySelf in weak-ness

a slippery-sloped pavement's map,

a lesson to my seeds.... this life's a battle yea...

but, you have to refuse the poison of its disease-s....

its greed.....&

...some call it a living hell

& this old spirit of mine has a hell of a tale,

as 'Eye Am' replenishes Her own warmth daily,

keeping a weary heart pumping,

surrounded by a cold world, full of infected minds, trying to freeze souls

& when this body wants to succumb to the will of 'Its' death....

the beating of my ancestors' ancient drums sound off within me,

refusing my feet to become as like the hardened ice beneath us,

because, this mirage society feeds is some tricky shit,

yet, Eye am the Earth beneath my feet, the air in which Eye breathe....

the Urth that will continue on, with a Soul shrieking song,

crying out to the beating of my feet!! as they pound the ground,

with a reminder that Eye'm still in this race!

& I continue on consistently,

though I will not always, consistently continue on “this way”

& I hold to the internal conflict of ….

a “once upon a time” weariness.....of Her life's struggles

… the refuge of “the soon to come,”

melting away of the the external frozen slivers,

greeting her destination, before another frozen soul emerges ice

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 6/22/13

Blind & Deaf

speaking to deaf ears

mouths a constant, overflowing dumpster

corner-shelves of drawn shit,

awaiting the funk monster to dispose of it..

quickly, before the repetitive refill

standing still,

stagnant,

yelling to broken spirits & deaf ears,

overfilled for years...

with inactivity

& I beat the drums of ears softly,

with Our wails, until they become shriekkksss!

Our rivers of tears spill, from My heart's tip,

onto pages & pages

enraged!

Eye peer through tear bubble-filled scopes,

looking around Us

“We have to awaken!”

...become a part of 'The Rising'

in 'this' reality,

which 'is' a southward spiral of a Divine race...

we chant, we argue, we plead...

of this new day,

of the great unity taking place,

yet, Yet to be seen...

but not only are present ears deaf,

the delivering eyes must be blind,

to the increasing innocent bodies lying

of our men, wombmen, children...

we're continuosly finding...

by the wayside,

day by day by...

& My Soul's ears mourn, to the distant Mother's wail in the wind, for a child gone too soon,

& My Soul's heart outcries, with the Father around the corner, banging the door railing, for a son gone to soon,

& My knees surpass my ankles, hitting concrete pavements, to the moan of grandparents

who lost their child too soon!!!

& sit awake at night wondering why We can't see,

how magnificent the power of Our Love in a multitude could be...

...the rapes, molestations, the diseases

this shit ain't on decrease family!!

& speaking unity ain't nothing,

if we ain't supportin, & upliftin Our Brethren!

...only a sermon, being flushed out to sea,

with the rest of the gradually washing-out ,

man-made, religious mental slave mentality

looking passing seekers by,

looking our spiritually broken Sisters by,

looking our mentally tired Brothers by,

shouting unity over their heads....

cus they ain't got the grammar down,

cus they don't sound all educated, conscious & fly

My Soul breaches Blood & pours pain...

over & over again,

watching Blood dog Blood...

& yeah, I've heard...

“Just cus they black, don't mean they blood”

but what Eye do know is....

live long enough to find out Who you are

& you'll remember what color you are too

…..when you're out trying to survive in this world...

“Oh there will come a time”

...when you will be informed... of just who you are

You just better know...

& Blood gone always be Blood...

Rooted.

“& You will remember, regardless of your shade,

You gone always be Black.”

& go on

sadly,

hindering Our unity

spoken to the communities

unconscious of one fact

a circle goes round & round...

“How much longer do we chase our tails rotating it?”

...degrading the very faces, facing us in the mirrors

One another

Our Ancestors Love...

getting nowhere, we're losing grip

while, trying to grasp It

the truth of Her Love,

...Her knowledge....Her treasures

Antediluvian.

Impregnated, withIn the deepness of all that We seek,

we'd rather watch Our brothers dirt-smother,

in the pit of this corrupt shit,

than to lend a hand, for fear he may rise above,

instead of rise beside you...

as One...

It's time for Us to get a grip over OurSelves

if you ain't bout Ours,

back back, so we can take Our positions,

It's time to be bout this mission

time has shown & does tell,

no one else ever will

write a few lines, spit a pile for the Mother Earth's Crew,

gotta get into Our Souls and do what we need to...

heart, soul & feet

else all talkin remains in vain

& that new name means nothing

to a child who has no idea what is means,

who can't get a job, due to the same ol mobs blocking pro-gress,

who ain't got a dime, in a society that don't give a damn...

determined to keep us rammed in the hind,

don't give a damn whether we live or die,

watching & laughing.....

as we fight, kill & belittle Our own kind

stompin & dumpin Our every move...our every effort

as Our people walk by, heads down, faking pride,

tear-stained souls, unable to break the keloid pain barriers,

unable to feel Our voices,

to feel the leaders...

because there's no walk, to Our talk

Blind Eyes, Deaf Ears

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'

A Black Power Poem...In Honor of Our Black Story

....written by Our Sis Queen in Honor of Black hisStory Month....beautiFuLLy PowerFull!!!

Can I?

Luminate

Eyeluminate spoken concerns of emotional distresses
the belly toilin’ pains and afflictions, holding your peace under arrest
Left abandoned in the darkness….
Ohhhh Lovessss I feel Your Souls rain down into my spaces
I see your anguished faces
in the night ….the tears of Souls that rain
but, I’ll steady shine, a magnetic energetic star in Our sleepless nights…
shinin not only mine own light, but the hidden glow of Your many hearts
I carry within

crushin’ biased opinions! from a bunch of dressed up lemons
stompin’ stereotypical judgments! Time dey take a damn hint!
dat buzzin’ roun’ our heads fuh years
achy jaws we’ll bear….
We chewin ignorant spewed un-thoughts rules layed out
that’ve been fillin’ our ears
Our Eyes, heads…hearts
Locked Our lives, no keys and the fears
….many a swallowed tears, beer-drunken in negativity
Now We spittin the shit that was ‘In’planted in reverse
We Standin’ One Strong

& Eye stand
Midst One!!
on ‘Root’ed years, of Our Ancient Dears
blood, bloodshed, Hearts & Souls gone
& yet with Us Still!
Feelin’ the achin’ backs of carried sacks,
of thrown stones in my bones
bore none of the burdens of my roots
those of old & yet new
& they’ve ached still withIn me
And Eye see & wear the soul wombs
the birthed
the birth nations, while shouldering the heavies
while walkin ancient fields, bleedin rivers,
buidin railroads, levees & their own plantations
Eye walk with them, with you
We do…
awake in my sleep
Eye See, Eye Stand
to seek, to learn, to reach, to teach …
Each One…
You are Me & Eye am You…
It is We that must stand to sow the seeds
that are Ours to see the harvest reap…
Can’t you see!?

These are the contractions of Ours…
Our pains to bear…
To choose or not…We bear them still
Our labor to reap….to moan…..
To choose or not we ache the lost…the bloodshed still
The contractions are Ours
to reap the benefits of Our sowing….as One
One People
OneNess…. Nations….
A Great People lost from time of the great antediluvian
Our light contained in a mental darkness
ill-taught, we didn’t know Our inner glow
thought our skin color was Our mentality
and it hovered like a black cloud hiding the truth!!
& the flickering still is! the light Eye bear withIn my soul
in my sleep awakening
in my conscious day
revealin the torment not only of me
of ruthLessness,
“sleepLess nights Eye see your stories….
Eye feel your inflictions…
shared with my awakened siblings,
with Our open Souls, achy feet- as we walk the mid-sleepLess night plantations…..
with ripped fingers, ripped backs, torn hands
bleeding Our Soul’s spills onto the pages & into lyrics”
Oh….how quickly we lost Self into pleasing…
Appeasing....into form-fitting…season after season….

Awakened nights inTo the silence,
revealed to me over and over…that I’m not awakened alone
but the vibrations hum into my soul
into letters, words….tones, notes and melodies
each One. Reach one. Teach one.
Embrace and Love “One”.
which is All…One Is.

movin forward on this road…
in the darkness of the midnight…. under Her moon’s light
Eye smile withIn a peacefulness
We must gain Control of Our Spiritual Minds
which cannot be contained
feeling Our InnHer Guides present
and the elevation that is in motion
…..dreaming into the faces of My Wombspring,
& All my Earthly Wombsping
In This Inevitable OneNess

Together
It is time
Seek. Learn. Teach
Release….the carried burdens of past,
remembering from where your strength has come
forever use your will….remember it as lessons to build
The bags…the sacks….carrying no names
Listen to Our Ancients withIn …
GodIs guiding….guarding with the energy flow of forever
InnHer Soul

Seek
Self….1st
Elevation….Uplifting
Self….1st
Knowing Self….1st
UpLifting All of Our broken hearts & minds
Healing Selves
No longer allowing past as barriers as walls!!
Crushin’ it, using the crumbles & brick pieces to step up & buildddd
building new walls blockin non-pertinent judgments of those irrelevant minds….
renewing mental slave blocked minds
Standin Onegether
digestin’ truth….planting seeds withIn the depth
Promoting growth through fertilized words of wisdom and truth
…..been livin barren land for years wonderin’ why there’s no progress..no progression
Gotten too comfortable with “just”
….too comfortable with “just enough”
that our growth has become stunted….took a rest from the fight & fell asleep
thinkin it was gonna still work out for your peeps!
Can You See?! It ain’t what you thought
Nor what you unconsciously think in your sleep
It’s time to Move….

Eye evolve from withIn for me, for you, for Ours
One
Guided by the powerFull
The non-understood, the rooted minds….
Soul Free in this Stipulated World, in which Our bodies exist
Eye’m sayin’ seek My Sisters & Brothers, the knowledge is withIn
Our bodies may suffer, and the world aint what it should be!!
It’s time to wake up…
rebuild…
All that takes place…in the manner of You!
Takes place with Your desires!
Our Inner… “What it Is!”
in the form of Your Power…Your Strength…
comes from withIn Us!

& Here..Now…..Know This!!

Our ‘Souls’ are Free!!

Let’s Git it!!!
.One Love.

© 1/3/13 (Mbali) LeTisha.Woods

Wisdom

No one knows ahead of the times, 

the sorrow life will bring,

No one knows ahead of the times, 

the spiral of changes in life we will spin, 

in this world of hell's rings...

No one knows ahead of the times,

the emotional joys & turmoil’s marriages will endure,

But Any who know Love's worth 

& can ride the tide "together", 

surviving the storms, 

absorbing wisdom...

with every turn!

changing Self for Self, 

with  willingness to obtain knowledge,

will have Gained... 

to better circumstances,

stabilizing the rocking boat...

Will  in the endssssss, 

have Gained wisdom... 

to tell the tales, 

of how Twin Souls, 

who meet & stood the tsunamis of life...

overcoming them with OneNess....

... to later  sit around the bond fires,

reflecting The Truth

to Our youth

~Urth Eagle Tisha. ©  LeTisha.Woods 12/2012

Growth

You will stay

& hurt in hope...

Youth

&

You"ll hold bitterness & lose faith...

Temporarily...

Anger

& Leave...in pain...

Searching 

Leave, because of dishonesty & unevenly yokedness...

Growth...

Processing whether to quit or continue to seek...

& You will stay

too seeing if Love has grown there...

Any Maturity?....

But! You keep going......

Having grown 

You're longer seeking...

But, growing withIn...

Knowing... 

Who You Are 

"Love"

existing In the unseen

For You gave birth to it....

from existence...

You Rise! & Rise!

To Love's Occasion 

Again.

♥ © (11/12) Urth Eagle

See-sons Change

I look into my season’s changing…

orange leaves blow in the breeze’s chill…

I ride against life’s cold tides,

with an intimate fire

& steel of my Will…

inner fleece-lined apparel…

warms…

body embraces,

shadow traces… of once,

are lessons that fill,

shivering up the in~tHernal elevator

of Divine,

reveal-ing revelations of my Soul…

enfold-ing…

& seizing the non-physical,

the antediluvian rooted love matter,

conceived & embedded….ever….internally

….unseeked….unfound

& my cherry-sunburned cheeks,

carrying a blushing heart’s smile of tomorrow…

releasing the fleece,

I caress the air upon my limbs,

as the ignition withIn my womb, no longer dim

births Soul fire healing…

liberating…

the invisibilites of what see-sons brings…

season changes…

the leaves will fall,

sprouting emerald surroundings again,

with stronger roots…

equally, we stand

braced,

accompanying the wind’s exchanges,

suckling it in,

see-ing changes,

without…..withIn

the Sun flutters Her shine upon Our limbs…

Season & Eye

newness of life’s continuous births,

welcoming the Spring baby drizzles

& showering away impurities…

drops & puddles ….I twirl in….

lovIn the blooming souls & hearts sproutIn…

falls colors…..I see….the world in…

succumb—Ing,

to Winter’s rotation again,

there’s a fire withIn!

the knowledge of Power’s Will…

of a UnIversal NaturU’s synchronized ability!

We greet… join,

in celebratory,

as….

See-sons change

© 11/27/12 LeTisha.Woods

Untitled

so intimate, so genuine

Love Is…

my synchronization to Its heart’s beating…

yet, too distant, to reach out & touch….

….the gentleness of Its physical embrace;

It is the wind’s invisible soft-tip brushes,

upon my cheek….

the leave’s veins,

under caramel fingertips…..

feeling where love flows through….

creating new life,

new energy,

the strength of the oak’s trunk….

grounded,

withstanding much,

Love.

safeguarding the Nature of Its existence,

with power seen, only by Her continuing stance….

Recreations.

Rebirthings.

Nurturings,

with,

strong limbs….

Her love embraces the Soul of… “It”,

drinks of His fountain,

replenishing.

the nutrients for Its survival…..

His love Is the Sun upon My face,

brightening Life’s days,

blossoming beauti-ballads, like….

“Can you Call a Rose by any Other Name…..”

into the gentle breezes,

under Her warm Sun’s rays,

as the strands of hair upon my neck…..my arms,

dance, with the swaying roses….

trees and my heart’s lyrical sounds….

I clinch….often, too tightly to each brush,

each stroke,

of the wind….

inhaling Its energy,

snuggling It withIn…Me,

…..what is felt so close-ly….

unseen.

yet, so real….

We are Love & beam…

….as the midnight candle I light,

for each dedication,

each truth sought, each reached,

& every dream wished to be seen

© 11/23/12 LeTisha.Woods

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

Only Verity

sitting basking in the warmth of the Sun’s embrace,

as the Wind’s place kisses

upon my face,

fondling sweet feelings withIn,

of only One Soul

that’s touched the depths of this place,

to the sounds of shattered, glass hearts of the past….

one’s that use to pain a horrible clash-ing

in which, I’ve created high-toned love chim-ing

melodies….

reclin-ing, as my mind melts

into fragrances of lavender and rose oils…

fingering my thoughts,

living each Moment,

absorbing Her worth,

refilling with Her joy,

listening…. as Her Truth breezes throughout Me,

leaving the anticipation of this Winter’s breeze

with a relief,

knowing My Soul’s Fire will envelope what’s been missing…

a new Spirit Filled void…

destroyed are the spoils of yester…

for the best of Me

pleasssing should come so easil-Y

as it will…

to Souls True to Selves,

in open seasonings…

no longer reaching or seeking

Love…..true…

It Is an auto-Fill

from withIn-Me

if you are You….

“Eye Am”

that Eye Am…

Imperfectly Perfect as Me,

seeking Self improvements dailY,

seizing Today,

for tomorrow is tonight’s dreams,

that may crush or create new realities….

or hearts

withIn It…

Eye clutch to the night’s coolness,

with a burnin’ Soul,

floatin’ with Wind,

Into Her darkness & clouds…

Eye’m In-Fold-ed,

where there are no doubts, tears, fears….

no trepidation….

….Eye drift about

& return Here

again

to sunbathe in the day,

in My space,

where Eye Am All Soul,

Eye Am My Truth.

from withIn “Thee” lays,

Internal reflecting rays….

Birthing Life

Love

Friendship

Truth

from the root of That Eye Know

All of Thee

&…....ToDay

Eye sit….. basking in the warmheartedNess of Her Sun’s embrace……

© Copyright 11/8/12 LeTisha.Woods