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

SpeechLess Conversation

lovin ever second of how you do you,
even from the furthest, you send love's vibes...
keep ridin my high,
as I adore the sounds your silence speaks,
peeking through every crevice withIn me,
invisible love letters float about,
formatting words into love tunes...
absent of audible sounds,
reaching the unseen depths,
holding me bound, by speechless conversations,
surpassing all that infinite words try desperately to reveal,
creating what produces touch's wanton to survive,
setting fire to Her desire...
to Be...
the way we touch the sky & picnic seabeds,
making soul love, soundLessly...
communicating with embraces,
that have no need for arms,
gently ringing-around Our Soul-sies,
waltzing with the wind, in which we correlate...
silent conversations of lovers...
superceding the power words
Infinite, yet..
they never manage to explain the height of 'this'
loving ever second....ever breath...
of how you do you,
speaking into my deepest rhythms,
hidden in places where hopeLessness lied to me...
and in 'these' moments...
your lips that move me, never move
none more endearing and breathtaking,
as Our Speechless Conversations,
before you literally take my breath away.

Copyright 5/3/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie
AKA Soul Evokin UrthEagle Tisha

Untitled Deuce

You were…once,

one of the easiest gifts in life to set free, upon the tips of my wings,

into the wind…

until people created this unnecessary, horrific pain,

that stains souls, and replays scratched vessels in hearts,

granted taking Your infinite power…

giving You has become one of the hardest of my obstacles

there isn’t much free in this life we live…

but You-

& to You…there is no comparison to the musical breaths You sing,

performing wind tunes, that force soul’s happiness’ to drum beats from hearts,

tip-toe ballads with fingers & delicately dance with hands

to the unknown wonder the universe expels…

no, there could never be a cost for Your fine seasoning,

yet, the blind-hearted, the stone-hearted…

continue to free-ride Your lavish deliverances,

thinking pearls, gold or diamonds can somehow compare!

to Your unrivaled standing

foolishly believing, because You’re so inexplicably vast…

if they place You aside, You’ll ever remain,

regard-Less they respect You,

second guessing Your pleasure….

watching to see if You’re really this good…

as good as the side pieces of ass, that screw up homes for,

as good as the materialistic shit society flicks in the faces,

thinking lust is better than All the Divine You are…

for the temporary… they soon find won’t last,

& it’s too late…

as one looks back at glass shattered hearts,

they’d left behind,

now with super-glue-mended repairs

foolishly believing, that if they slacked at taking care of home

that….that… because it is You that is everlasting

that you’d sit & wait around all of eternity

on one to decide to come back to their first

it is only a rare few who know You like I do

the power You possess to breathe oxygen into a rose-wilted heart

& that losing You sucks away the very substance of air,

leaving aged & fractured hearts, thin blood, causing soul bleeds…

Your magical internal intertwining, creates weakened knees,

from the pleasance of bonding seeds… reproducing we

& You are the same, which suctions a wounded heart through kneecaps,

kissing the concrete in agony…

& still they abuse You!

until they gain wisdom, learning how jealous You are,

by all that You surround us in, so freely…

that you are the sought answer to tears, confusion & pain,

ever sought externally, yet quenched

& You Are the InDwelling from before the beginning of us

I will ever hold & trust You dearly,

knowing Your Indescribable power & delight.

Dear ‘Love’,

© 3/20/13 LeTisha.Bowie

Untitled 'Deuce'

You were…once,

one of the easiest gifts in life to set free, upon the tips of my wings,

into the wind…

until people created this unnecessary, horrific pain,

that stains souls, and replays scratched vessels in hearts,

granted taking Your infinite power…

giving You has become one of the hardest of my obstacles

there isn’t much free in this life we live…

but You-

& to You…there is no comparison to the musical breaths You sing,

performing wind tunes, that force soul’s happiness’ to drum beats from hearts,

tip-toe ballads with fingers & delicately dance with hands

to the unknown wonder the universe expels…

no, there could never be a cost for Your fine seasoning,

yet, the blind-hearted, the stone-hearted…

continue to free-ride Your lavish deliverances,

thinking pearls, gold or diamonds can somehow compare!

to Your unrivaled standing

foolishly believing, because You’re so inexplicably vast…

if they place You aside, You’ll ever remain,

regard-Less they respect You,

second guessing Your pleasure….

watching to see if You’re really this good…

as good as the side pieces of ass, that screw up homes for,

as good as the materialistic shit society flicks in the faces,

thinking lust is better than All the Divine You are…

for the temporary… they soon find won’t last,

& it’s too late…

as one looks back at glass shattered hearts,

they’d left behind,

now with super-glue-mended repairs

foolishly believing, that if they slacked at taking care of home

that….that… because it is You that is everlasting

that you’d sit & wait around all of eternity

on one to decide to come back to their first

it is only a rare few who know You like I do

the power You possess to breathe oxygen into a rose-wilted heart

& that losing You sucks away the very substance of air,

leaving aged & fractured hearts, thin blood, causing soul bleeds…

Your magical internal intertwining, creates weakened knees,

from the pleasance of bonding seeds… reproducing we

& You are the same, which suctions a wounded heart through kneecaps,

kissing the concrete in agony…

& still they abuse You!

until they gain wisdom, learning how jealous You are,

by all that You surround us in, so freely…

that you are the sought answer to tears, confusion & pain,

ever sought externally, yet quenched

& You Are the InDwelling from before the beginning of us

I will ever hold & trust You dearly,

knowing Your Indescribable power & delight.

Dear ‘Love’,

© 3/20/13 LeTisha.Bowie

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

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

dat true Powah of UnIty

U talk wit 1-sided mouf piecez!

tryna use reverce Sikecology

on yo’ own Men, Wombmen, child!

Xer0-x’d copied under-thoughtz!

over-processed spittin’!

not even yo’ own!

No!

less systematic educashun

don’t mean less knowledge,

at timez, less of it Iz mo’

but you ain’t uzin’ da head

on yo’ necK ,

holdin’ yo’ own damn shouldahz!

ova-feedin’ of da bullshit, you half-digested,

layin’ less legitNess in da’ communitez,

Recreatin’ mass destrushun

of a ‘created’ minority!

who ar’ you? da new oppressah!

eatin’ all da’ hogwash thrown out,

da useLess rocky groun’…

versus fertile soil….

& searchIn truth! seekIn fuh yo’ damn Self!

self-educatin’!!

feedin’ yo’ sub-standin’ shit 2 Our massez!

tearin’ down yo’ own,

with negative energy!

Replayin’ inhibition?

Ar’ you da new suppressah of yo’ own?

in yo’ ignorance!

….of Our Wombman! Our Kings…Queenz!!! Our babiez!!!?

I’ve neva digested forced food well…

belly sick-swelled…

neva been able 2 hol’ down ingested ca-ca…

the sourness…

nor,

self-centered, ill-minded implantashunz,

as it don’t rest well fuh me or my Lovez,

and it heats…it boilz in malady,

burnin’, then so, regurgitatin’

what shouldn’t be….

Thy Spirit does tell….

I stand still…

meditatin’ on da’ false outerpretashunz

of selfish bein’z…

da’ blindness of unintenshunz, of ‘tenders…

revealin’ da necessity 2 Be…

watchFull, CareFull, Intuitive

learn

love

2 continue 2 seek,

Invokin’ da strength and Powah from withIn

turn yo’ shit clockWise!!!

in Our UnIverse

in Wisdom, We go 4ward

you’ll decline in yo’ malefic!!!

fear and asSHez you b-come!!

az We resurrect

“One”

less of you

2 nuthiNess, wit yo’ debasin’,

of yo’ singularity,

presentin’ a costume of “We”!!!

if  U ain’t Upliftin’

stop perpetratin’

stop discouragin’

degradin’ your own!!

dis Is The Uprisin’

One Love!

©  LeTisha.Woods 12/21/12

Soul Protector

created a shield,

sheltering my heart

from the unwavering pain,

that heartache can bring…

of the imitations of love,

in the process, confining my will

still grounded…

I sealed

all the cracks with cement,

giving no more slack

to the feelings I’d always held back,

for the lack of reciprocity

or reception….

of my waxed love

friend, supporter, comforter, wife

peace-maker, cook, mother- through all the strife…

continuing through, in boundaries placed on my soul,

eventually, pushed me into a solitary hole…

they couldn’t comprehend the power of a Lover’ Soul,

so, unfulfilled in Self,

I still locked It down

giving what they needed…

& it didn’t stand the stormy waters

of a make-shift love nest

didn’t succeed

….caged love

so much more- Eye Am….

& I left the door shut on stipulated love,

continuing to fight the good fight per se…

with no light in sight,

no flight for my tapered wings,

I would sing….

“If I spend the rest of my life loving Me,

My Soul will be free….

because, at least I can give Me completely…La La La La.”

when there’s a gentle tug from withIn,

presenting My World a quick spin….

heart flutters & flips,

trying to figure out this feel….ing

that’s locked from the inside…

no outer entry parts….

& I begin to write….. sing more

dreamed & prayed aloud

something has a stronghold,

where no one is allowed….

the flow is pouring in fluently…

“No entrance here” I whispered

~to mySelf~

for I held no restraint

over the feelings touched with the faint-est

delicacy,

tickling my heart,

coming in like cooling water

from a summer’s spring,

lifting my burdened soul from

withIn

hell’s pit, I was liv…ing….

giving a battered Soul a kiss,

rocking My heart, embracing My pain,

blowing air under my wings,

lifting shattered hope, cracking a cemented shield,

giving this Queen a complete Love fill…

a taste of my Own medicine,

which had never been fully administered…

they weren’t equipt to handle the power

of such a love ministering….

and Soul to Soulstress fluxed & flowed

poetic Vibrations of Soul Power showed

unseen,

surreal, blooming like four season’s flowers

a divine childhood friendship,

conversating over moon wine,

about heart breaks & seeks,

what Love takes, growing together,

true Love pleasures,

Soul Vibrations & Lifetime Comforters

with eye kisses, Soul embraces,

eating Love toast & drinking Soul café’s,

over tunes of Sweet Love & Devotion….

how Divine it is,

to have my shield

knocked down from the inside out,

gaining a Deliverer, Friend, Soul Protector,

Lover & Comforter

A Man.

A King laying water down,

in a Locked Soul & a Barren Land.

© 10/18/12 LeTisha.Woods

Black Queen.She

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

Gain Thru Pain

Gain Thru Pain by Urth Eagle (Spoken sometimes altered tad bit from actual poetry) “Gain Thru Pain” I can't stop crying, she said, I'm gonna exit this place I won't return, the heartache has been like mace in my face The ones I think are closest to heart they are so remote I just sit....I cry... how do I make this mess work? I pray & believe that life will get better yet each day i awake to the same distress of yester I refuse to turn back I'm unwilling to fail and when I leave for my gain I will leave all this hell I'm claiming what's mine! I know I have an inheritance..... of Happiness!! of Peace!!! of Power that's divine!!!! I will seek it! I will find it!! what is for me will be!!! Yes, tonight full of sorrow I'm sure so too on morrow But! I Will! retreive the best of my worst!!!! gain my crown!!!! gain my due!!!! tears of pain for now, one day will be done. -LeTisha Bowie 9/22/10