Ain't Worried

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

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

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

The Mirror

the tick-tocking of the second hand on the old clock

seems to have slowed…..

or maybe stopped….

at some uncertain point or time…

as all hell breaks loose

again… in the “house”

day in….day out ,

night through….into the morning’s dew,

spoiling sunrises and sunsets,

with constant nausea from battles…

and the ticK-tocK…

ticK-tocKing reminders

of these forever unbalanced vows…

one vow of heaven & one of hell….=Two

that should have been “One”….

on into the years that passed me by….

easily roused by uncontrollable angers,

that are unBecoming of Me…

flying passed…

I quick-glanced at the mirror

noticing a reflection

and the woman I see confuses me…

I have no clue who’s looking back at me,

with her battered eyes, no smile or desire…

I stare at her questioning her unnoticed tire..

she gazes back at me in a wiry, uncaring disarray,

an unusual furiousness,

unhappily, unfulfilled misery…

I stared at her perplexed…I felt her pain…

and she looked at me as such, with attitude

like I was the one that looked rough…

I wondered what could cause her to be in such an emplacement…

what had become of this woman staring at me?

I fell downward into seat

as huge raindrops plummeted

from my dark brown eyes

I tilted my head left, looking at her,

feeling her pain

and she tilted her head with me

and she cried with me….

we stared down at the drops…..

into the puddles formed upon our laps

looking at the woman sharing my tears

in this puddle reflection….here too!!

heart-shocked!

sobbing at unrecognizable me!!

Ohh!!....

“Are you long gone?”

“Am Eye!?”

And My Inner Soul speaks,

“I tell you She’s been sleeping…withIn..

awaiting…

Your aWakening….”

“for “You” to see you…

to see the carapace  in which you’ve become…

your demeanor is his

….tone is not your own

you’ve lost Your stance

no longer floating with your heavenly  gait

& you’ve hidden sight… the Beautiful Dove that lies withIn”

surviving…

playing the role of your part …

in a house you thought would be home…

you were dressed all nice,

whispered soft delicacies,

truths revealed themselves over time

& you endured the fabrications

fighting for love that never arrived….

so You buried You withIn,

for the safety of Your Soul

& I’ve awaited the day You’d “really”  stop

look at You

So I could tell you,

Face to Face…

knowing that that Eye would knock the dust off…

awaken your pain…

arouse reality…

rewind your brain…

the time is Now:

you must see…

that physically you no longer remain

you have been broken into but a shell of a being….

surviving for the survival and pleasures of him,

gifted heartache and loneliness in return

It is up to You now….

Facing yourSelf….

You choose….

to Be a reflection of someone else

or decide if You want to Free Your Soul & release

Your Happiness….Your voice…Strength,

Your peace…..LoVingNess….

Remembering Your Smile

Sincerely,

Self

© 10/25/12 LeTisha.Woods

Good Morning?

Anxiously awaiting…

hoping sleep does arrive this night…

been on the run from love-lonesome days,

& winter-cold nights…

I’ve managed to survive another day’s light,

filling the minutes & hours with occasional laughter,

distant voice & the joy of my children’s vivid songs…

preventing the heart from exploring the seemingly,

ever-ending,

Inner lone…

…but Inside My night’s dreams…

I control My subconscious mind, body & soul,

satisfying the void that the days silently hold,

clinching tight & cradling the mysteries & magik,

as My rest unfolds HerSelf…

with fulfilled days, a peaceful home,

& the future She does tell…

nature walks, long talks, sunset blisses,

goodnight cherry kisses,

& double tongue-tied stems,

on the whims

of Love…

In a place where promise still lives

& will-power is Steel

& Still.

She awakens with me.

….as I give way to the hypnotic heart’s twists here,

alarms missed,

wishing nights last always… I hissss,

because I love like this!

but in my awake-ness

it’s dissolved or dismissed…

forcing mySelf to keep dreaming,

prolonging an awakening listlessness…

into My dreamish night

I Am…

filled with heart-warmed days & heart-filled nights…

Out of Sight!

Right?!

where my love is the soul-dip,

in my hips…

we’re in the way too deep now,

SuperNova Lovers,

motions like oceans,

taken over by indocile emotions,

on cloud nine sin,

in matrimonial seventh heaven,

where the married bed is undefiled,

lost as we wish,

eating out of each other’s dishes,

executing soul desires

& quenching flaming, out of control fires

all the while igniting more,

as we explore

new places…with tongue, finger & toe laces….

but don’t extinguish Me!

I’m a Ragin-Rolla fuh Mine…

like My dishes spicy…

So glad You decided to dine,

for a night of pleasance in My Garden of Dreams,

because Here is where I awaken in action…

to make them Reality.

Good Morning.

© 10/16/12 LeTisha.Woods.

MasterKey

as chunks of my heart have been chizzled away, I stand

no longer wondering how or why, as my tears dry,

I know that pieces have been chipped, but not stolen, I stand

having never understood all the wrongs

& knowing I’ve never been perfect, not singing that song,

after doing my best & giving my all

realizing it still never seems to catch the falls

Eye stand now, knowing Eye hold a key

& as wisdom elevates, so does the tissue protecting Eye Am

there’s access & a passageway leading to my heart

there are keys some grab, trying to possess…to own

gaining entry, leaving scars, lost hope & broken homes

Soul Lovers value gems, when found,

holding Masterkeys when obtained,

gaining power which stands all, to hold what’s been gained

there’s no longer an external entrance, in which My MasterKey holder can enter

you may have had temporary entry to leave cracks, tears and scars,

but any home taken again, entry comes from within,

having to possess a Master Soul of the Art of Her, the Art of Hearts

a skeleton key that’s only reached from within me

I’ve found here holds my power to stand

To demand a friend- Eye Am, A partner- No spam

There is no I or U in us or we, It’s only found in UnIty

If you happen to reach My Soul….there are treasures to hold

for I found them seeking within mySelf….

sifting the books of peace, compassion, life, love, strength & endurance,

on the shelves of my heart, still firmly grounded by ancient roots,

no entry fee….just a deep invisible Key, with no exterior entry

Seeking within….revelations of Self, finding not the heart of stone,

I thought had taken home, but a still delicate one… guarded

with no visible keyhole, because the entrance is within

…..holding dear….cherishing and caressing true friendships,

holding dreams, hope, life, ReBirths,

secrets no longer easily revealed,

no longer willing to be trampled, like week old road kill

if no one ever holds the Skeleton Soul Key to Me,

allowing them to take me places where words don’t exist,

knowing the Heart & Soul, possessing power to flow into all places,

channeling love unknown….

& where I “vaporize your fears, caress your worries, gent-kissing softly,

whispering your pain into obliviousness, neckling you mindless of blues,

into clues of nothingness….. interlacing Our souls

like grandma’s soft, moist, chocolate-chip batter concoction

Together- soul matter

soul and mind are all that matter

In the midst of our imperial hearts interfusion

we’ll make soul love magik

making lies truths

nonbelievers into apprehenders”

until then, My Heart ‘s held knowing life holds enough pain of its own,

to allow careless affliction upon MySelf

over & over, without a care in the world of the seeds they’ve sown….

until I feel your kiss from within My Soul,

catching My breathe, with cherish

King enough to shoulder my tears, peeling back the sky,

showing me Me

then I’ll know you’re In Here

Until you possess The, I know your key doesn’t fit My Heart

© LeTisha.Woods 10/5/12

Here I Am

Salutations King, ….Your poetic Soul has lifted my wings,
I happen to be a known soul expressionist, 
typically releasing from within the depths of My Being,
no longer fearing the reprimands of those who have no understanding 
of where I’ve been, where I am, or where I stand,
Yes, it tickles my voluptuous fanny pink,
that the King has had it up to my skirt, with my flirt
So, I’m gon’ jus’ unbutton my shirt,
open the doorway to My bare soul,
for a spill & let the dice roll…
I came across Your unique style….Ohhh it’s been a while now..
diving into the pools of Your respect for Wombman, 
the free revelations of Your past, Your current, Your hope…of Your stance,
peeping out Your love of YourStory, OurStory and roots 
that have brought You to King, from the man You once were…
wondering if You will forever reap Karma for what You sowed,
as you lay seeds for ReBirthing.

I’m beckoned Spiritually, without a tug, 
embracing Your XXX’s & OOO’s, 
holding dearly to what I no longer behold,
the missing pieces that just spilled onto the pages,
as I opened this door....
as I live the life set before most…before me….
form-fitting the standards taught to be, 
those which aren’t branched from the roots, of which we come

I’m a delicate, unsealed, painted canvas of love,
digesting the words of a Master Poet’s story all over my acrylic,
only conscious visionaries can see My tears,
So, while you thought you were watching me first,
I was a sideline soul, buried in silent cries, bathing in salty tears,
listening to you speak from “My” heart,
only allowing concealed dreams to spill from my pen tips,
writing in the color of my tears,
spelling out H o w d i d I g e t h e r e ?
& why did I miss you?
until the pages ripped, tearing a new whole in my soul

totally relied on scriptures taught in my youth,
from a Word that wasn’t mine, hearing nor answering my screams,
delivering me such a brute love boomerang of pain, 
over and over again,
I did revealing one dream of hope in a poem,
I still recall your inspiration, that as long as we dream, there is hope…

I really thought you were so dope, a fly ancient Soul,
& knowing the less I said, the least sin on my head,
as the gavel of hell had beat me to dread the smiles You bring,
as you speak of UnIty, 
of lost Black Souls, Blood Diamonds & Gold from the Motherland
Your love letters of playing footsies under the moon, in love bosoms rolling down hills,
giggling ‘til we’d have to catch our breaths, and rather than catch our own, 
we’d catch each others’ in a kiss
I say hell….I’m gon flux with His flow….
How can I pass Your love letters by as if I hadn’t fell long ago?
but couldn’t let you or my girlfriends know,
that I was trapped in a web,
educating mySelf through Your continued Selfless, Self-education,
sharing of hope & faith of Our future
No One knows My heart doesn’t pump blood, but tears,
diggin’ how You do You, 
real enough to lay Your heart splattered like road-kill,
just to pick up the pieces and rebuild a King,
deserving to call me Beautifully Beloved &
I wonder if I could Call you My Enchanting Dear,
On a pillow talk night, right after we turn off Our Lights, ……

© 10/1/12 LeTisha.Woods

The New Handmade Collective

Just decided to take a small break between my writing to introduce an exceptional group of handmade Artisians!!!  (Below I have listed the information about The New Handmade Collective Group which can be found on FB, Etsy, & Tumblr....Check Us Out!!!

https://www.facebook.com/TheNewHandmadeCollective/info

http://thehandmadecollective.tumblr.com

We are are a group of artisans dedicated to sustainable living as Handmade Artists. Check our photo albums to see our items.

Mission

The Handmade Collective is a group of artisans that have come together to support our efforts to promote and sell our creations.

Description

For Customers
How does the Handmade Collective Fan Page work?
The Handmade Collective Facebook Fan Page is a collection of artisan goods and services. You can view everything from samples of the artist's work to goods for sale on the Handmade Collective Fan Page. Links are provided directly to their website for purchase, or they may be inboxed for more information.
In the Photos section of the 

Fan Page are folders where customers can shop by category. Each artisan also has a folder for their business where only their items are to be found.
All matters related to purchasing, shipping and customer service are provided by the individual artist. You are not able to make direct purchases from the Handmade Collective Fan Page.
For Artists
How can I join Handmade Collective?
The Handmade Collective is open to all artists. All that you need to join is a website, blog or e-commerce site (such as Etsy.com or Big Cartel) so that we can link to the sales page of your creations.
We also ask that you take a simple pledge to provide high quality hand-crafted works of art to customers in a timely and satisfactory fashion.
If you wish to join the Handmade Collective, join us at:https://www.facebook.com/groups/handmadecollective/

Disclaimer
What if I have a customer service issue?
The Handmade Collective is a collection of the works of participating artisans. We do not screen artisans nor do we currently have an application process. All purchases made from the artists will be done via their own website or 3rd party vendor, neither which are associated with this fan page. Please take the necessary precautions when providing your personal information online to any vendor. Please consult your artist about their return, exchange and shipping policies PRIOR to your purchase. We are unable to handle any customer services issues related to a specific vendor.

Disclaimer: Every effort has been made to compile complete and accurate information. Even though extraordinary efforts were made to ensure its accuracy, neither the website administrators, nor its members, will be responsible for errors or omissions. The information contained herein should not be construed as an endorsement of any artist, company, or individual, nor reflect in any way upon the products and/or services provided by an organization or individual.

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

Magik

Some believe it to be an illusion;

an unimaginable intrusion… of the mind, if willed

I call it…unleashed power within.

magnetic attractions of negative & positive flows….

Magik is.

When it’s taken you,

…in love makin’ to…the places…

 foreign to hot steamin’ bods

Imaginenations when souls synthesize

and forms evaporate

When Her love powerlifts life’s burdens

There is none but you and me

One.

One.  Sole.

One Soul

Some say its trickery

those don’t possess the magik key

Of vaporizing your fears, caressing your worries, gent-kissing softly, whispering your pain into obliviousness, neckling you mindless of blues, into clues of nothingness, but me and you

It’s true.

Let me take you…

There.

To magik- if you dare

….let me

Wash your tired back-ache free….

If only for Our rare moments of peace

interlacing Our souls

like grandma’s soft, moist, chocolate-chip batter concoction

Together- soul matter

soul and mind are all that matter

In the midst of our imperial hearts interfusion

we’ll make soul love magik

making lies truths

nonbelievers into apprehenders

My beloved…some call it phantasy

If so, I say come ride with me

Let me show you what I hold

Come into my ancient bejeweled within

Come inside my matrix magik fold

I’ll take you places dreams dream of

into and out of worlds of Our erotism

Flying eagles- We

On Our Own alchemy

Sensitivemotional and delicate touches

transforming into only “One”Self

Head over hill thrills, authoring spirit shivers, belly thrillers, and toe ticklers

All “One” can do is dissolve into realness

And we’re giddy kids soul dripping, like popsicles on a blistering summer day

Anxiety barely containing us ‘til “again”

And we know the truth

Phantasy magik is not

Or is it, as we?

Sole. Souls in Love

One. Magik in Love

Love Magik

© LeTisha.Bowie 5/31/2012