prolific soul

it's unnecessary to find or uncover, this overflowing current is spilling over,
inhaling earth's aromas, I'm fertilized with infinite words,
increasing knowledge, soul herbs, a dash of pain, pure love,
some laughter, pinches of perplexity.... much pleasure
the blood of today's revelation-
as dirt's tossed to & fro, trying to cover me,
Eye inhale Her freshness, for She Is Me,
implanting my feet in what they consider debris,
shaking the sprinkles from atop shoulders & bosom,
assisting firmly grounded ancient feet.
See...these are the same of my ancestors,
who were bore for battle, sturdy roots, we still stand together.....
wombs, souls & bodies for life's unpredictable measures,
lacerations gifted, antediluvian healed still,
taking the power of shed blood, nurturing Our Mother Earth,
which they continue trying to kill
Eye don't dwell, where closed minds set me to rot

Allow your Soul's Ears to hear me,
Eye may be in 'this' location, the destination my 'body' began,
but Eye lift me higher & higher from fertile ground,
soul rooted, sprouting everyday, against storms,
stronger Eye stand
Ignorance bears strong winds against my wings,
but Eye brace (Ea)Urth & soul soar,
with nutrients from withIn, blowin seeds into worlds,
over yards, miles, lands & oceans, seeds of resilience,
because we were created to bounce back,
our minds have been hacked, gotta get that back,
back against the storms,
we dance, we jump, we sing in the rain & wind!
Knockin boulders back!
Aggghh!!! growin....standin like the Great Boabab,
listen.....my Soul's whistling
& She beats an Afrikan drumbeat 24/7,
because it was born In Me,
the invisible... Eye hear, Eye feel …..
Eye no longer suppress- If they don't get Me...
fuck the belittling, along with the rest,
hmph... I'll only give pardon for the sensitive folks,
not that Eye care, cuz Eye'm gon flow like Eye flow,
sometime frustration & anger got their own flow....
stared at & questioned for being who Eye Am,
What Eye see & how Eye feel,
…....that not only is Ancient Power being manifested,
the 'Truth' is being revealed,
Eye carry My Ancient power,
my seeds of inclination like Eye breathe,
because Eye Am Love, Eye am unity,
the ReBirthing of the truth in Souls is Me,
remembrance of the beaten, the killed, raped, the sold,
seeking to capture & love the awakening hidden,
my soul connects with my family everywhere,
without the working of my mind,
so fuck who rebuts me, get the hell behind

they're missed in this turmoil-ed world,
because of those who pretend to fight for the same,
doing the same, blinded by the game,
the politically correct quotas,
praying for deliverance from the capturer,
all in one same breathe holding to the demon for very life,
too thirsty for the lil permitted gain
to conceive they only get, as far as permitted,
climbing a borrowed man's ladder, using a skyscraper on loan,
than building Your Own stolen brother...nation...Home
Eye ain't playin! Eye meditate, internally radiating,
wearing my emotions & passion so strong,
I never knew, until a few, who have love for me told me so,
Eye smiled....Eye love.....
& serious looks are but a deep reflection of It, from withIn,
I could never explain, I carry It so strong, it's hard to erase some days,
coming from a place that never stops speaking, never stops thinking,
never stops implanting, therefore sometimes, stops sleeping.....

much of a minut portion of my soul...
my mold....it's what I give I've been told,
and yet the words in my mind still flow....
but I'll end this one here...
My Prolific Soul

© LeTisha.W. Bowie 8/18/13

Children of the Sun's Umbrella

uplifting our souls,

worthy more than our lands’ stolen gold

I hold dear each valuable Sun-touched life,

mending, broken, stolen, divided, down trodden….

I’ll always fight

I hold you withIn,  my loves…

story by tale, heart by heart, tear by tear,

each One, your hearts, I bear

with a fist full of A Love Story untold…

of A people… Ohhh too deep to hold… down

we will ever-elevate to Our true states

my sun souls…we must no longer wait

we will no longer quietly endure unjust hate

we rise to The Originals

the truth of OurSelves, seeing reality for Her wealth

Of you- Black Wombman, Black Man…Our Sun Children

We must stand

do seek always… to truly understand… OurStory

I share our antediluvian pains…

the years of unconscious & deliberate hatred that still rains

…continue to control your stance

into Our minds the true ‘sins’ did land

sprouting untruths… that we are less because of the blessings our skin,

in the minds are where these remnants remain,

continuing to try & break down relentless souls that cannot be chained,

trying to crack us once & for all,

trying to make invisible strength inherited, but we will not fall

I share our sadness

…..& Still! ….

our laughter births an incomprehensible joy,

holding an unquenchable knowing,

a fire that’s always burned…

bestowing mesmerizing shades of darkness’s….

Yes! ...we were portrayed in a bootleg show of negative nothings!

& it’s undeniable the power we clench, through it all…

reflecting Our lights that do & will ever glow an eternal endurance,

illuminating beyond it all!!

overcoming separations, after obstacles, through losses, after unjust denials

of lives, of loves…of Our rightful freedom to ‘Be’

We are Worthy!

We are The Beauty of Life,

The Rainbow of The Sun’s Umbrella,

ever-seek my loves…our ancient inner strength,

which guides us through it All again & again…

….intentionally & Mami Earth given parched lands

We can stand On…

because we are The Children of the Sun

© 3/7/13 LeTisha.Woods

~I Love & I Know You are Love Too~

I Love

I love Love

I love Deep

Love raw, like soul meat…

Kissing earlobes, collarbones,

Hips, thighs & moans

I love from within the depths of invisibilities…

I love in poetic tones & exotic songs…

I love to have a Soul Who can meet Me Here,

Where…

I love to take walks through His mind,

tip-toeing through time,

down His spine,

massaging it…cuz’ that’s my kind…

of Love

I love giving All of Me & having it returned

over a glass of wine,

while we unwind,

with the world behind,

under the midnight sky,

living & dying for All that  Love Is & All that We create

I love to put the stars in His Eyes

& watch them light up the night, defining passion,

because no One knows it like We do

& I know You are Love

I Know You are Love, Too,

I Know You are Love, Too, when the light stroke within My chest,

feathering My Heart causes knee-trembles, belly-quivers,

& heart palpitations,

I know You are Love, Too, breathing hearts & arrows,

& sending inspiration & hope in barrels…

I know You are Love, Too

I Know You are Love, Too, building King from the dirty ass springs of Hell,

rising up out of encouragement from nowhere,

into Your God-Self, lighting the world,

with Your winks, from a twinkling star in Your eye,

which lights the nights,

& shines on the days,

I know You are Love, Too, laying a barren Soul before vultures,

taking their claws, teeth, knives, & feet,

yet, still wearing Your scars bearing witness to fresh flesh-meat

For Eye Am but Me.

One.

One.   of What Eye Love.

One.   of Whom, but One Eye can Love.

One.   of What Eye can Give.

Love.

One.

One.  of Who Eye Am,

In A Universe of Love,

Loves & Lovers fighting for It.

But Today,

I Love & I Know You are Love, Too.

© 10/16/12 LeTisha.Woods

ReLoading Ends

He took my heart,

caressed it in A King’s Hands,

whispering in due time…

We’ll cross miles of sands, oceans & land.

….consoling my pain, easing my brain

into visions of days in the sun,

with the only touch My Heart desires,

setting this Queen on fire.

Butterfly kisses on My temples,

happiness filling a void with delicate gestures,

of gentle touches, and eye kisses…

a moment in Life One dares not miss

for the journeys been weary & long,

but now My King has a home withIn Me

& Eye in Him….

& the rest of the world is dim,

as Our hearts melt One

& love has just begun.

I’ll climb heavens & earths to make sure Your #1…

I’ll dig hell deep to make Your smile last lifetimes….

I’ll be Your Fire & Desire,

taking You higher on Our love escapades,

as the sun fades,

kissing You into Madness,

taking You away…taking away Your Sadness….

Make love to Your Mind

& watch Your body unwind into a puddle of Me,

feeling the steamy heat of Our heart’s beat,

lifting the reigns of Life to His peak,

conquering His Queen & I love how good it hurts

to Give Me… to the One deserving of My All….

Who took the No out of “Bending Knee”,

made a liar out of me

and I tapout,

submitting to The True Love of My Life….“I do”

“I do”

as there will be no more ReLoading

That Book is Closing.

© 10/13/12 LeTisha.Woods.

Can I?

After I’ve…

given my heart, my mind, shared my soul,

only to have my fears returned to me on a silver platter…

thinking I was cherished, loved & protected,

in return, from the many woes this life brings….

Again I’ve been burned

I just want to know …

after I’ve been a friend, comfort, a lover…

& it wasn’t enough to cover the fare,

from the shattering of my heart,

receiving pieces of me crumbling,  

from my open chest, left bare

I wanna know if…if…

Is there a place anywhere for Me?

…to safely lay my heart?

Can I be the stars in Your eyes and put a crescent moon on Your face?

My past is My past, I won’t let this be the last

of Me…

taking the good from the bad,

as lessons Imma keep growing…

knowing, it should have been You in the first place,

but there’s no time to rewind the mistakes…

Can I give love, like I love Me,

and be loved like no one else?

Can I kiss Your tears, share Your fears,

spend the rest of My years…

undressing Your raw soul,

telling stories for the first time,

& A MasterKey hears Me?

Can I hold You & hear Your burdens?

….hushing them in a kiss, that leads to nights of passion & bliss?

of reNewing faith….. ?

….Awakening to infinite sunrises, of ever after smiles

& Your embrace?

….Making Our Own world,

feeding on Our hearts pleasures & necessities,

from the keloid covered bosom’s of long awaited nesting?

…to the rhythm of your heart’s beat, against my back,

while we relax, wind down,

digesting Our whispers of knowing…loving….glowing?

…2-Gether.

Can I safely share My Secret Garden, & you nourish my Urth?

….with all of your desires, I’ll be Your Heaven & Your Worth…

Making them bloom reality, as You shoulder my delicate Soul,

I’ll shield the dart, no more heart spills,

as We rotate the Earth…

wrapped in Your wings, Friends & Lovers,

elevating One another…

to all levels…unDiscovered….

lost in apsirations & dreams come true…

Me & You,

You & I,

…..intoxicated on New Love & tear-belly filled anticipation,

of life & ReBirth

Can I?

© 10/7/12 LeTisha.Woods             

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 linesof 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

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"

Mind Games

Mind Games by Urth Eagle Mind Games It’s no illusion, This confusion taking control; I feel I’m losing, I find no solutions, No progression…. Are there a suggestion, you can give me, for life’s refusal of deliverance? I’m assuming that it is my mission to be strong….. Overcome….. This progressing confusion…. This depressing illusion, of what I should be What should I do? Should I go on and continue the guessing game, Testing my depression? Do I eventually? Will I, overcome, what it is I’m wishing for? A Blessing. It’s complicated. Is it complicated? Yes. But, I’m determined to proceed in this elevation. Elevating my mind….hoping to achieve a higher education… Some stimulation to bring me to the light of my existence; Sight is so blurry, in my vision now, I see no way ahead, yet I know life is war, to survive…. The fullness of my heart…..my soul…. It’s at its peak I will overcome this oppression!…. depression!…. Anxiety. Grief. I’m weak…. Relief? That’s what I need. Am I unappreciative of the persistent assistance, from those who care? No. Yet I feel I’m a leach and deliverance seems so far beyond reach…. But, It can be accomplished! It’s just a cloudy path now…. To get passed this pain, before insanity seeps into my being! Freedom is my dream! Freedom from life’s pain!……..pain in my screaming Spirit is My Aim!! I don’t take who I can become in vain, I’m just tired of the games of men….of sin…. Will things ever be the same? No…not the same. Normal? Oh!!! My brain….the ache of wishing for my own fame….my dreams…goals… They are mine to have….it is time for my light to shine…to share Men, games, shame- My heart will never be the same….. Constant struggle seems wrong, yet it has made me oh so strong Now I have a story…..I have songs. Life ain’t all that long….. Betta’ get a quick grip! Go! Go out and make your own. Shit happens. Get up! Move! Ain’t nothing in life free. Work . Struggle. You were born to overcome! ……..the mind games ©Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 2011 ~Urth Eagle