Ambrosia Love ~Spoken

Ambrosia Love

~plastering the wounds of Her,

with overflowing affections of HimSelf

~feathering His fears & bruises,

with Her wing’s delicate embraces

~He lifts Her high,

supporting the indescribable Queen She Is…

enamored in the bows of Her dark, brown eyelids,

as they close, then reveal their moons,

consuming all of Her pain…dreams...Her wishes,

loving the fullness of Her lips,

the vibration of Her hips,

to Her sugar-coated, warm breaths,

that touch His soul,

with the richness of truth

~she picks Him up,

elevating the King that’s undeniable,

adoring the midnight depth His eyes speak

& soft lips don’t surrender,

inhaling His pain…hopes…His desires,

admiring strength in the width

of his broad, chocolate, shouldered protection,

the command of His stance,

to his nectar flowing ardent breaths,

that brush Her soul,

with the gentleness of the truth

~she blankets His King Soul,

~He cloaks Her Queen,

as they implant mutual Soul therapy

and pleasuring needs,

~WithIn Soul vows~

of ancient friendship, devotion & honor

for lifetimes…

~They are~

One sweet, flowing, Ambrosia Soul

© LeTisha.Bowie 12/22/12

Lift Him Up

assimilating every word obtained,

spoken through written sounds,

dispensing imagined stenches of expired bread,

& the bitterness found… all too late,

laying in dread,

childhood losses….confusion & a lovers pain,

were conveyed through His expressions…

he felt nothing in life…. he had gained,

I felt a painful stab,

as his heart bled, the soulful cries of need,

& an all too intimate story,

of the demand… for answers of a bit clearer vision

sounds inaudible, but ever so loud,

invisible to me, but clearer than the air I breathe,

He…

& the suffering of new losses,

the heaviest stones continue to pile before you,

as quick as you’ve shed them,

from air miles away,

I feel the pulsating within your thoughts,

as my belly-nerves do summer-salts,

all the unions, clubs, groups in the world,

and, this is reality “ the child left behind”

a mind’s tick-tocking clock resonates,

in a silent room,

wondering how to make it another day,

churn-seeking a resolution,

to His heart’s destinations,

for He still has hope,

Fighting against demons, temptations,

childhood & inner battles,

at times, he considers himself doomed…

My heart aches, in a need to deliver hope,

because there is a need & there’s room,

to deliver possibility- a resolution to an all too familiar song…

to deliver comfort, where between these too souls there’s so much space,

to grab him & say “You better hold on!”

Knowing my brother wants to devour this pain,

To rise up & follow His dreams,

To take hope by the reigns, and ride Her til the end of time,

In sunshine or rain

here, I can only embrace you with encouragement & love,

How can we heal this heart, which has been fractured multiple times?

in multiple places, & there’s no one to carry the fine,

a needed soul, that needs mending,

with capabilities felt, from places unseen,

I can uplift you my brother,

encourage you to hold on,

to all that you have,

to all that you own,

knowing all that’s worth value, is within your very Self,

which can give you strength to do things,

in indescribable depths,

Let go of all that “you thought” was holding you up,

because it was a familiar safe haven, & all that you knew,

because you were told what you wanted, but knew it wasn’t good for you,

they knowing your circumstances, stood on you,

watching the pulley bring you down,

sat back, never lifting a hand,

it’s time to brace yourSelf, time to take your own stand

I can assure you of the hidden HisStory,

which is,

You are more than you’ve been taught,

the time is now, to become of seeker of truth,

a conscious knowledge seeker,

determined to continue to overcome,

the HisStory that you know, is not Your own,

the King that lives within, will teach you,

giving you the power that you truly own

I lift You up!

© 8/2012 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

Beast love for My Sistahs

“But he really loves me”

Mmm hmm…you don’t say

“he does a lot for us”

he just may

“I’m just tryin to save my faml’y”

and at what price do you pay?

“he is tryin’”

by leavin you alone every otha day?

Imma tell you what price!

Your body!

in more ways than in and out your yoni

with the milk you’re breastfeedin your babies these morals honey!

By washing their heads of common sense you should borrow

from them…

 you should gain it, so you all have a tomorrow

demand freedom, not another form of  a woman’s mental slavery

thinkin Self has to be submitted, for love to be gained

if that’s the target- hell don’t even aim

 tryin to care for yo self and kids on a po’ mans pay

allowin’ him  in and out of you, leaving who knows what in your bay

droppin in for a day, a lay, spittin’ I love you’s  and he out again

on his way

“I’ve been treated worse” you say?

Who gives a damn ?!! that means you’ll accept house play

You wanna foreva carry your broken heart’s past on a crutch

 Just because he playin the game a lil betta- I’m getting a head rush!!

Cuz he “say” he give a damn, instead of shut the hell up

And cuz every now and  then he come by,

holla at the kids and give you a feel up

Sistah getcho guts up!

You’re afraid of losing him and he’s the best you’ve eva had

don’t mean he’s the best- don’t even qualify for the test,

much less the position

It’s because you don’t know your worth and it makes my soul sad

Hell I’m  mad!!!

watchin you sitting, waiting on the petty dropplin’s of your tolerance

of the imitation of  love

hell you livin the imitation of life

hoping your boy will soon grow into  manhood

seein he aint a supporter, lover, dad, father nor friend-

he ain’t a man

can’t believe you pretennnnd-ing

to fall for his lean-trying to conceal as a stand

I’m lookin atcha bound to a quad -tied rope,

like a fiend, waiting on her next hit of dope,

even if it’s on borrowed time, and may devour your soul

jus cuz the last piece of shit was no betta than the 1st

you acceptin this cuz he roun mo often,

lilke you don’ gained surplus

stealin the rest of your joy, your power, your being

you don’t need an individual to make You!

start diving into the love of Your Inner Self!!

…the truth that You know, within the depth of Your Soul

if they ain’t for your best

You’re worth more than settlin for less

cuz you can’t expect you ain’t gon be his toy

and a boy ain’t gon’ play games with your mind-

you uphold it this way

its like a child taught no standards ….one without any rules

they do as they please…..jus as they choose

your words don’t mean a thing

 they’ve learned to play your emotions,

 like a pro on a crap table

give hugs, kisses to drown your bitchin’

flowers and candy to cover their screw ups

and you trying to think of how to butter up their burnt toast

and there you go

“It’s Ok, I know I need to better, it will get better” “We’ll be OK”

I guess you left the toast in too long,

when you were wonderin why he didn’t come home

&

Two days lata you drownin in tears

He doing shit his way, like he has for years

Same ol’ replay scratchin’ your heart

My Sistah are you ready for a raw start

Off with his ass

Find YourSelf

and a “Man” will find you

Jus cuz you been caught up with boys

and this one’s a bit better than the last

don’t give you an excuse to continue to be nobody’s ass.

It’s just a character you playin’

tryin’ to fill two roles

Ain’t a thing sweeter than the love of a Man,

who is too old to be figurin  Manhood out

waiting to seal the scratches of your heart,

from fools past

cuz He’s buried those routes

Know YourSelf

Step up into Your Inner Queendom,

you deserve more than he will ever know.

Urth Eagle

© LeTisha.Bowie 7/13/12

Soul Dip

work bound
makin’ ‘nutha dayz pay
left glancin’, at dark brotha,
goin’ opposite my way
he gotta sway
dat slight dip, in his hip
‘aint nuthin’ wrong wid dat stride
got strength… ownin’ its smooth,
as he bobbin’ his head
to his own tune
I smile- keep on my way
gon’ to make my day
an’ at its end- headed out….
‘nutha brown brotha walkin’ bout
can’t help but smilin’
don’t matta’ whetha’ My Brotha rich, middle, or ya wanna call’m po’
dat Soul beats deep, like dah King he bon’ ta be
in His Own sway, His Own way
gotta stride, gotta dip dat study of pride,
an’ fo’ da stop-light turns
…..reflectin’
…..even young black boys, young men, Our Elders
dey send Dey Own Rhythmic Vibrations bone marrow deep,
Puttin, smiles in yo’ souls,
Givin’, yo’ eyes unheard beats,
Makin’ you bob yo’ heads an’ tap yo’ feet…
Dat Black Man’s Soul’s Dips’ got His Own beat.

5/29/12 © LeTisha.Bowie