Do ya know what I mean? Everythang that glitter ain’t gold; a house is to have; a home is to hold.

I tell ya I don’ need glitter & all da precious gems dat gleam

Dat my heart’s desires are simpla’ than man’s physical means

Do ya know what I mean? ……

I see you….

…..lookin’ thru yo beautiful, mystifyin’, black onyx eyes,

into your garnet, Jagged Edge’s heart’s window,

blowin’ love’s songs thru  

melodic sharp painful tunes

of a deep hidden past,

mufflin’ secret melodies,

like they’re ya last

I see da love dwellin’ deep inside!!

Let me in!!!

There’s no longa da need to hide behind fear and pride

for fear of surrenderin’ yo’self again

…..holdin’ memories of a theft gon’

 of the breakin’, the enterin’ and shatterin’ of yo  precious heart

don’t go lookin’ in the same place ya starrrt--ed

where she stole like a pirate, from the places I’m tryin’ to fill

robbin’ yo riches to complete her po’ self

with the everythang that money or jewels can’t purchase-

Eye am the woman at yo side

Are ya gon take this ride

I’m yo Queen, You my King.

….you don’t seem to comprehen’ these things…

that You My Milk Chocolat’ on Valentines Ever’Day,

My Diamond heart wrapped aroun’ my finger….

I see ya, I feel yo trepidation,

But yo mind seems to carry yo heart in diverse directions.

gotta play it hard as a steel nail

I’m not gon try and break into yo shell

cuz love is free, I thought you knew

else I’d be that thief in the night,

Stealin’ yo jewels

When I tell you my emeralds grow from Mother Earth’s trees

Can ya feel me?

Do you grasp what I mean?....

ain’t a thang wrong with buyin’ gifts –

It’s like dessert

not required to fulfill, at times fulfillment exceeds the desire,

But it’s a sweet topping still

Hey babe, I’m sayin’!!! ….beans don’t buy love……

Ice cream ain’t gon replace no meals,

Rubies don’t climb life’s hills,

Sapphires don’t pay bills,

topaz, wild fresh water pearls….

….all are rare, as true love that last lifetimes

…but my neck can be bare ya see

& you and I shouldn’t have a care

& true free soul love from da depths of our beings,

dat radiates thru-out us,

suppressin’ all other thoughts and feelings

is all dat we have……

Material thangs can’t climb mountains!!!

Love will.

Hand in hand, we’ll watch sapphire rivers from topaz lands,

drinkin' ruby wine,

conversin’ on jade grass,

discussin’ houses that ain’t really homes

I’m just tryna speak of some thangs you may not wanna comprehend…

Many sparklies come dressed up as pretennnd-ers,

in fancy disguises, looking like 24k

to brighten your one day

& you may choose to find just what you seek

tryna fill da shoes of a house ya can’t keep

I’m wondrin’ if you hear my soul speakin’ when I ask….

It’s cuz what’s a question today, will soon be a fact

…..leavin’ a peaceful home, for a house of stones

Yo’ ass gon be lone

Someone else gon’ figure home and love out,

embracin' what you left for a house

Everythang that glitter ain’t gold.

Urth Eagle

©LeTisha.Bowie 7/11/12

A Tale of the Lover’s War

Her thick, luscious, brown thighs bookmark his position,

taking hold of his bearings,

holding him motionless,

while she slowly devours the depth of the beauty, of him.

while her butterfly-winged tipped touches caress throughout curly, black chest hairs,

down his belly shivers, into the slight navel dip,

til she reaches his Man on Fire.

She “must” tongue- trace these fervor-ous motions,

filling his every emotion,

taking their souls into places lovers love,

consuming each other’s imaginations,

into true lovers captured, ancient soul’s time capsule;

They are lovers, in love,

as he turns the chapter,

Flipping her thighs,

Pulling her near to safety,

Close to heart, near the scent of lovers heat….

Looking on, into, past pages and past her eyes…

Here…now….nothing else matters,

They’ve reached the next chapter,

The Tale of The Lover’s War,

where there are no longer two,

In this lost and found time capsule….

You’re me and I’m you,

You and I…Love= We= Us,

Minds on a spiritual high….a Love Rush,

Slippery, slickery ….saturated by the climactical desires….

Of Us,

these the outsiders call lust,

pretenders pretending to depise….

ridiculing, and condemning,

while lusting within,

I’m gon’ share it with you,

my lover…my man,

But this trivial thought doesn’t shed damper on the welcome damper we already have,

There’s no stopping,

no hiding the reckless wanton of lovers in love,

Of the war about to take place….

about to take us over, beyond, under…through...above

It’s a must that you touch my forbidden fruit,

fluxing Her natural flow of juices…..

It is a must that you take me there,

you turn the page…

trust yourself to continue to touch the place--s,

that completely open the specks of spaces you see,

of the universe unseen,

into my matrix flow of vibra-motional tantalizations,

to speak your cotton candy whispers into my left ear,

then into my right,

…..sending chills down the aroused, deepening channel of my spine,

over the curve of my hips,

while I lick my lips,

trying to utter the words, that will no longer come,

anticipating your next move,

grabbing for you….

Holding you close…

gasping for you to make your move!

yearning with the fire in my pelvic bones,

to release me over your Man of Fire,

and simultaneously, listening to your deepness from within….

me….my ears….

From within me…to me...speaking in all openings,

as I try to speak back,

fighting tears from places I’ve feared ….

thinking yes and crying no… within…

for I am with you….I am you….my heart sings,

in this Lover’s War

& “Who the Hell has the right, to tell us we’re wrong?!”

when my soul longs for your all…. (whispers)

our bodies singing with the lover’s song…

& I’m sings, “Ooooh La La La”

“It’s the way that I rock when you doin’ Yo’ thing”

And our bodies move in minuet,

to the beat of our hearts palpitations,

to the light, the hard smacks of calves and thighs,

cuz baby we on our on high,

mind, spirit, body,heart,soul…..

lovers in love in a war of our own…

bodies moving to the rhythm of…

chest to breast clacking ….love sweat ain’t lacking…

along tunes of poetic breath pants of lovers at war…

Whisperings sweet nothings and love’s everythings….

Tomorrow’s forevers….dreams of evers….

Turning pages slowly to a never-ending story,

Temporarily, until we unite again,

At the Battle Ground of Lovers in Love.

Urth Eagle Tisha

©LeTisha.Bowie 7/10/12

Cotton Candy Whispers

Cotton Candy Whispers

Looking north My feet write love aspirations into cool, soft mahogany earth,

As you had caught Me mid-inhalation from the depth of your peering into My soul, permeating through sepia eyes, into the base of a desolate- where love used to take home;

Afraid to look back up- I thought this sector of Self was gone, for fear of false hope……I smile slightly, with belly quivers, shaking my body lightly;

Suspicion & Uneasiness toss & turn within My Spirit, but  I take over- Look up….to see your Dark, Butter Smoothness waiting to take sup,

With, your welcoming eyes Speaking- I feel Your fears, Your pain, unshed tears……. “Can I take them please, My Precious Dear?  I’ve been searching for You for years.” 

Vibrations flow from crown to toe, from the gentle touch that speaks “I know.”

Eyes locked in understanding of My design to be your Moon, your Stars, to Move your Earth to be Your Sun’s Shine;

The pounding of our hearts are to the rhythm of the blue birds chirpppping…….

Making melodies unheard, only few perceive, but “We”- Connectiiinnnng…..

With words unsaid, make music within our souls, and Mother Earth as our bed;

As we sit Face-Face

Gentle touches, elbow brushes

Wind tickles, watching the leaves wiggle

Hands allowing Our Energies to intertwine creating musics of love lost, love desired, the truth of it, of love found,

I’m releasing slowly, a gentle love into your being,

Of energy held and treasured within me, for fear of betrayal…

I touch your face with feather delicacies, to assure myself that you’re real, as you whisper cotton candy in My ear….

Firm (spirit), but weak (spoken)….. “Don’t play with my emotions, I’ve been here before.”

As you’re whispering, “You have been somewhere Sweetness, but you haven’t been here- Your Treasure is One to Hold.”

Wanting to believe, because there’s so much unseen, unfelt, unknown- of Me….My Heart’s doing summer-salts and My Soul’s on fire.

…..thinkin’

It takes a true Soul Mate to know you….to know how to keep a fire lit, and to rekindle it when its low,

I sincerely and lowly speak these words and continue saying…

“This is why this sector’s barren…. Held for dreams, and lyrics

                                            Art for the soul-sick

And You My Soul Senual Brother…..King

May hold the lyrics to a New Song

One that has no end, as love

One that exceeds the sky- We can fly! Creating New Dreams of a love unseen…..

……Looking at the earth again…

……looking down

Thoughts wave throughout My Spirit….

I exhale the possibility that this…..that you could be true

As I look North again….

………..A slow anger manifest, as I realize….. I’m viewing the ceiling of my bedroom.

I’ve awakened from a beauteous dream, and I can’t move….

I’m wishing I could go back to sleep….. “There”

Knowing in this life I write of, sing of, wonder of a love such as   yonder……

Can’t help but ponder the idea that “We” could have been that One of a Kind team-

Can’t help but wonder if My Treasure could have been One to Hold, but then again- “It was” Only In a Dream.

Urth Eagle 3/18/12

© LeTisha.Bowie 3/18/12

Soul (Sole) Journey

Soul (Sole) Journey ~Interim~ “Then” “When” She meditates…. You see the physical being….existing Going about mechanical motions of life She knows the expected….the predicted, reoccurring shuffles of ever day…. and moves rotating in the Woman’s stereotypical life; the tendencies of quick, habitual, repetitious movements…..rotations, over and over, mundanity, insanity; tick tocks if Her inner-clock, Self-set automatic alarms, that have taken place of life’s spontaneity; repetitiously …tick. tock. day in. day out. year after year – ~“Now”~ she thinks of an ol’ dishrag, who has lost its color and flair, who’s daily performances, of the same… ol’ rag…worn, even so….performs its duties tick. tock. like Her…like a Woman ‘pose to “He thinks I’m a machine”……and thinking……. ~“Then, when 2 became 1”~ actually held possibilities of ~“When”~ “When” hope compelled him, and dreams inspired Her”….and “When” we had destinations to clench…. ~“Then”~ ……..we did….~Then~..…. together we “knew” the magical nexus that could be cultivated… ~“Then”~ ………..”Then” time paid Her debt…. ~“Now”~ in……. ~Interim~ She sits wondering ~“When”~ ~“When?”~ Where? went When? “ To be? “ Us? “Can the damaged, idle machine that –you- see….tick. tock. TICK. TOCK. Can you activate it?” “Can the damage, within Her, be repaired?…… …..forcing dreams, hopes, and lovin’, to work Her voodoo again?” ……“Once” there were no mechanical mechanisms running our lives”…. ~“Then”~…. And “Now” ~Interim~ in Her mechanical shuffles and robotic efforts… My inner sparkle is a lit fire, singing flaming-tones of redemption, …..burning through this temporary carcass Reclamation! Realizing that My dreams, desires, My being are within a contraption of the man-made, physical conceptions, of who I should be You see…..These ill-fitting mechanisms, fit the average, but they don’t fit Me “His feelings are his own” “Theirs belong to them” “Mine are in here”….The Eye that Am- “He doesn’t see, and never understood- I see, “Now” It’s the pigeonhole “all” are accustomed to….The “all” that has most mentally ensnared….The “all’s” puzzle that I have “never” been a piece of…that I will never complete….because I Am Me. ~“Now”~ Standing Still- Knowing that Eye’m One of My Own Kind- Accept Me Or Not We are Standing Still- Strangers and Strangely Friends, Lovers Even? “I wonder? ~”When”~ “When did this all take place?” “When will promise & vows fill interim’s position?” ….when all along my words have been mere knowing refusal has taken a strong formation to waste wasted time wasted life wasted effort….energies refusal of anymore waste of Self unrecognized preciousness……Individuality of Being “I refuse….I refuse to relinquish Who Eye Am” To be “Me” ~& Interim~ “I will no longer remain……living, awaiting death” “She needed him to hear” He listened, but didn’t comprehend: Her Soul’s sharing, Her Soul’s love Her Soul’s searching My Soul’s Heart’s breaking, for non-kept commitments, ones….meant forever to be pleasured and treasured…. Only seeing Me as an apparatus, that makes live livable & functional- “He’s missing the best of Who She is” ……in his contentment with the man-made, physical conceptions of what life should be….. “Within! My Free-Spirit runs wild, like an untamed buck, painting abstract canvases, only conscious-minds comprehend!!, creating songs from my soul, that have never been told!!, writing what starts as short stanzas, and up here ► emotions later…thoughts later…...pages la…..ter” “I am the lover of land, of flowers, of earth, of life and of the bearth of it!, in all of its beauties and all of its miraculous forms; I am the lover of everything that life’s worth, and of You.” …..sitting no longer, and ended meditation……….. “TODAY”…… I am a soaring eagle…….flying solo….. For my wings have grown tired, as I look over to see that you’re no longer flying in My wind, helpin’ to balancing the weight- helping to make this flight- ….it is, because you think that your thoughts are the only correct ones, that my wings have begun to squeak- I looked left and realized that my wings have taken metallicity….. I looked right and I see tarnish, but I know the shine that dwells beneath… I’m at dock “now” ….no longer flying, because the weight is too heavy ~& Interim Now…Today~ My bloom is at halt, having thought…. we were blooming together- planting a field of life-seeds, womb-spring, and moon-love…… Cultivating newness in all forms…… -I am a lone lotus A sole survivor My strength is magniloquence. Enough. Standing. “I remain- Me….in Life’s Flight In Life’s Fight” “I can’t thrive with you, if your growth is stunted, and we can’t win together, if we are mentally asunder.” “I’m reinforced for a Sole Journey to Soul Freedom ~When 2 becomes 1…….. -Urth Eagle Tisha © 2/29/2012 © copyright 2012-03-08 20:31:36 UTC - All Rights Reserved

"To me the worse thing about not having my voice, is the inability to sing."  ~Urth

 I've been sick a few weeks, and very hoarse for two.......

Feeling better today, but still sounding like I have a "frog in my throat," like my uncle says..... I've realized and absorbed over the last two weeks that I can go with talking less.....I actually have more time to meditate, think and focus.....the thing is to remain focused on positivity and elevation........

It is now, that I realize, "To me the worse thing about not having my voice, is the inability to sing."
I can paint, draw, sketch..... in peace...listen to the music the I love so, but the deep joy I have of the vibrations of various notes and stanzas from my soul. is what I miss the most.

The joy of my own song.
~Urth