100

Whether high or low,
don't doubt my flow.
I'm driven by a soul fiyah,
an internal desire...
is but for peace,
thought-provokation & elevation,
as truths are revealed.
I'm bout that revelation...
might be extensive,brief,
raw,razor cut-throat or butter-soft,
but my authenticity can't be denied,
with every emotion I'm feeling,
I'm digesting
& I'm feeding,
tryna educate, heal & motivate...
some stories may be mine, some yours
ours...
either way I'm flowing daily
to inspire mySelf & others too
Push forward, make a way
when no way seems possible,
when there seems not enough
& at the same time too much to say,
when my energy feels depleted
& at the same time my soul pours profusely,
my heart flows abundantly...

It's who I Am.
….giving strength to rise,
despite the despisal,
learning to embrace the fact that
my give a damn gave out
regarding...
those who don't matter, 'thinkin' they know
& I'm all-right with that...
I'm all-right cus they “think” they know Me...
...about who 'I' Am in this world
& the less I think of them, the more I have to give
the more I see of Me, the more of Me, that I Will Be

ain't tryna be who I ain't
just tryna live it out- Who I Am
finding Me Out
& ain't many, but few
& the few who Know Me, Know Me
Know that I'm real
You ain't gotta ask nobody else what I feel
matta fact....You ain't gotta read it here

See it's harder to rise, keepin it all up inside
so I let my Soul flow
from the depths, I feel no need to hide,
the same smiles, fears, laughter & tears
the same scars on the walk, that we all pace as we live
….just different paths
knowing we all have battles, just different fights
I hear much, listen extensively,
talk less & don't have time to judge,
as I'm tryna get Me in this life,
aligned in this world...
knowing only what's revealed to me
knowing I'm bout keepin it real,
when this could either elevate or kill me,
some folks don't like the real ya see,
life ain't peaches & cream
& I ain't one to help paint a picture for dreams,
I give cream when it's smooth,
& take a damn pill when the shit's steamy
cus that's what I do

whether I'm high or low,
don't doubt my flow,
I'm heated from an internal fiyah,
lit deep in my soul...
unpredictable, yet predictable still
like the weather,
which ever way She chooses to go,
You know She's comin,
& when she comes,
She's comin 100.



© 8/1/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie

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'

Poetical Dialogue

exchanges of power-filled, performed colloquies

screenplays, spoken words, poetical vibrations….

Resonating….

Energies & emotions…. individuality….

feeding souls,

of the Divine manifestations,

from withIn….

of love…pain…joy….sorrow…confusion…

evolution

all that thee gives & inhales,

kills & awakens….

In gifts, to givers,

for minds of reach-ers,

of seekers,

the non-sleepers,

who flow melodies,

from within the depths!

up the chest!

whispering & lifting in songs….

writers, visionaries, educators, education seekers,

leaders, readers, artists,

Us creators

…..Late nights

into the morn…..

awakened to the movements of Inner callings,

Inner cries…..

Of Us

of Them

We

& we move to the beats of Our many hearts….

Speak-Ing!

to bring! to carry! to execute!

fulfill!!

gifted…blessed arts infinite,

freeing ourSelves….

freeing Us

then night’s rest soon greets Us

if only while the star’s shine this night,

and we awaken

pouring life

into the seekers…. the hurt…. the lost….

the lovers….

& when we’ve exhausted it all for the moment…

we spit it…we sing it….we write it …

we flow it….

into existence

Into beIng…..to touch the Hearts & Souls

that we hear nor see,

yet the feel-ings….. are real

& we gift peace,

from Our gifts….

praying to uplift….

diverting in all ways… forms

to many hearts….souls….minds

working the internal crafts….

given to reflect light… to energize

my colloquy this morning comes at 2am

to my sibling Poetical Soldiers,

in all shapes, fashions & styles,

Uniquely,

who share my sleepless nights….

that we know it’s taken,

replaced with blessings,

for we are blessed,

by our Sisters & Brothers blessings,

freedoms of the unconsciously shackled,

the burdened….

for the universal love We share….

for all,

which may not be in our sight….

but in Our dark night we hold light….

still not knowing the all-power of its possession…..

as weariness sets in & my eyes finally grow tired,

I know Our rest will come in abundance,

as we answer the Inward cries…

with Our outward soul sharing….

Our universal love vibrations,

that we digest…

all that lay, take conception withIn Us….

We birth hope, courage & possibility…

….during these restless nights

& My Souls smiles,

as I turn out the light

© 11/26/12 LeTisha.Woods

In the Nick of Time

came halfway earth, to greet the smile,

that’s been channeled through soul vibrations,

hundreds of miles,

of indigo oceans and emerald lands,

of my longing heart & seeking-mind’s span…

finally sneaking glances of Its perfection,

in the reflection of the Moon’s light above,

His chocolate silhouette’s beauty,

looking from you to the magnificent night,

& my heart flutters for Her love of each sight

as we stand, daring this suffering

such longing, with disbelief,

our toes bathing, at the curtsy of sea & the beach,

looking into the eyes of my soul’s distant, choosey lover,

where unspoken words say it all….

thinking, so glad you chose me

memories of my pens & pencils that wrote…

“never shatter my young glass heart again”

halting, knowing that my heart is no longer that thin..

but, here I stand, knowing it took a real man,

to break the barriers I command,

as emotional soul transmissions continue to flow,

which had been intentionally bound by bricks….

refusing to be bitten again,

sucked dry by the night vultures deadly carotid pricks

& shockingly,

Now

looking into “A Lover’s” eyes,

willing to oblige,

falling into all that you need,

all that you are and desire to be,

that you have given me,

without even, the strong, gentle touch you possess & I long

a speaking essence, intoxicating my space

with your needing me to believe & know,

as all pain, heartaches, fear & mistakes blow…

washing away at sea

thought my words of love would forever be expressions

of the deliverances of what should be,

thought my words & dreams…….

& for each letter I’d forever write….

that….

if there were only one of you

I’d tell your story in lessons

for the love She awaits & searches,

would greet Her sooner than we,

& would be the product of your love projected,

Yet, here I stand before my love,

with the time we have left,

to give the magnitude of my affection,

to ones respecting of Its gift.

Us.

© LeTisha.Woods.Bowie 9/16/12

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