The Deep

Tender

“Her” softHearted-ness “Is”

effulgently

reflecting pure, soul compassion

binding two’s,

into One’s

the abstruse-ness,

depth of “itSelf,”

in kite-flights, with the breezes,

navigating as the wind…

never missing a season,

“She” wins unpredictable

Hearts

planting the beaut of roses,

into the soul’s minds,

growing

….the delicacy of eye-lash-brush kisses…

“She” never misses…

to grant wishes

“Love”

“She’s” an Un-forecasted storm,

raining over delightFullness,

gifting Spiritual-emotionSensations

to Love’s culminated heights,

Creating Soul vibrations,

manifesting magikal truths,

departing quickly, from granted takers…

conceived at Our births…

Deep held…

withIn “Thee”

…… “with….In”

“She” “Is”

“Love”

showing smiles of Joys, that overcome,

the inner belly tickles of pleasure, causing wanton of more,

peace, contentment  & patience, that endures… “She” delivers,

that “Is” in the DeepNess…

“We” must Awaken

the blissful core

withIn

© 12/5/12 LeTisha Woods

Ascending

sifting the crisp pages of my soul,

I found pages of newness, pages of hope, & pages of visions…

among them…

Again.

…on recycled paper,

I continue on……

reminiscing of sleeping dreams,

that were never awakened

….visualizing the specks of the past, upon the sheets

never to be erase, but put into motion…

remaining traces……a reminders

of what has made me the Wombman Eye am,

an underlying determination….never lost…

teaching me forever…. continue to Love….

Love Me.

Love Life.

Love My People.

to Love Love.

speaking……

“Some may clinch to devotedness of One so strong,

It’s never been for you to worry,

It is an individual choice….

made to review, digest or embrace…

Your being….

Once that time is gone…..”

Long gone…..a smile upon my face….

Once more and forever….

My Soul holds and takes My utopia,

My Land of Milk & Honey,

Placed withIn Me…..before Me….

Me….No longer to be hindered,

by inconsideration of others,

the matters of players mate’s hearts or

those unable to conceive…

what comes from the deepness of Me….

an ancient Soul, I happen to be,

created as such, I encompass Me,

I am that Eye Am…..

Ever Mov-ing,

Ris-ing to better Me,

Reach-ing,                                                                     

I wing…..Seek-ing,

& Here….

I soar,

Ascend-ing to utilize My timeless-Ness,

the Power & Love in My Venter…

float-ing up & out!

like the beaut of fluttering butterflies for All…

I Lovvveee

© LeTisha.Woods 11/17/12

Storms that Birth Light

remain in High Spirits

withIn the declination of your circumstances

these too are temporary,

in the midst of  rocky storms

You’ll find Your endurance….Here

“It Is Here” that you Achieve perseverance…..

Where You reCall Your purpose for BeIn-g

“Here”….where You feel there is nothing

No reason….No answer….No One…

That you Will also find “Your Will”

Your Fill

…….You will find you have nothing & Everythng…

Freedom to seek “All” You wish… “All that You Are”

“In the midst”

In Your blood is to fight, til You overcome or til death….

Your determination Speaks Your inheritances’ wealth,

In which….

“Only” unveiled eyes can appreciate or comprehend

the wealth of its love… happiness….peace

                       its joy…friendship…..fight….Life!

Birthing Hope Invisible even to military scopes….

& You confront the battles, head on…the enemy withOut & withIn,

conquering what seemed a pitfall,

knocking down walls,

shedding light,

revealing death, reBirth, True Life

the Depth of the Pit, where you gained a Lift ….

a  “get Up”…a leap for Your soar!

to unlimitlessNess!!

to dreams….aspirations….goals….to Light

You fight! Overcoming the battle you thought was life,

burying the truth of the fruit of Your held hidden….

bearing & birthing illumination….

knowing the storms are Mighty,

as This,

but temporary still

making Inner Godly Instilled provisions,

through continuous Inner intuitiveness,

the future is steady & clearer,

knowing nothing is perfect,

wisdom gained through fight, life & Will,

preparing You for the next perfect storm,

as sure as breathe…..

one will arise again over another hill

the sun’s beam is barely seen,

as the forests’ path clears a narrow pathway

again….

& no matter how high You fly out,

always hold dear the lesson of the depth of low,

as well as the strength, the gain…. a lift to higher ground…

remembering One of life’s many dark storms…..

heavy waves will come….

Your lifeless drifts…

You drifted…..

& Your survival

the management of  the blows & heavy downpours….

Look withIn & recall

Giving Thanks Always

The All Power Love & Strength of  The Great Creator withIn  

& Your Faith & Will to stand.

This too shall pass

© 11/12/12 LeTisha.Woods

My Affirmation

young black girl swayin’…

caughtUp In each slight catch,

in the comfort breezes of Her Winds,

tappin’ & clappin’…singin’ to foreign beats,

feeling the beaT. beaT. beaT-ing rhyThms,

throughout every ounce of My Be-In…

flowin’ of Ancient rivers untold,

before Eye knew who Eye was,

certainly before Eye knew what the feelin’s were,

persuadin’ Her Winds to speak & melodize through

in haromonies & cadences….

rockin’ & movin’ to the Spirits & Hidden sounds of Her vibrations…

done.  

All InSide My body & soul flow- In….

withIn …

Boom!...Boom!..b.boom!

….as “They” whispered & watched….the grown-ups did

…the “lil black gal”

….assuming She was pretend---ing

Yet, she never stopped Her mov---ing

following to the caDences…

….with the beaT--ing…..melodies that carried Her heart

DeePer than DeeP…..inTo DeeP

The thrumMing of in My stePs

kept me moving

through continuous life’s combats…

fighting the every day’s ways of a society wrath

with their undercover missions to suppress

& some’s unconscious reality, of their own mental inhibitions

attempts to force death on My Root’s Wealth!

Boom! b.b..boom!

of the drums never-ending, beautifully in the distance…

ohhhh So close, in tempo with My Soul

Again & Again

Our Ancestors remind Me….. They’ve been Here from My Start

BOOM!!!

“In the light that only You saw…..in the belly fires You feel & were told to quench….

in the dreams You were taught to not to tell, by those who remain

under the slave masters spell.” 

….booooM. b.booooM. taP. booM!

(& the melodies flow through my soul…again & again)

“You will stand & flow like the Ancient River Nile,

running through Our One Soul,

the source of water & fertility….

You knew when they mocked Thee….

You knew when You seeked Thee….

You knew when You listened and found…..

as You have returned, You flowww,

ever unpredictable & undetermined,

nourishing the culture divided,

because, through the waters of Mami “We” are found

One.

in the rhythm Her waves, as You

as You flow withIn,

as the One beat of Our Heart’s drumMing….

You felt Your beginning before You began this journey…

As You are We

We are One

You ~Will~….Flow

of the Truth”

© 11/5/12 Copyright LeTisha.Woods

Rainstorm

I can feel the smile that curves Inside Your Soul,

into gentle flows,

onto the wind of Your poetic vibrations,

through words that never end……..

because they are love…..

as love “Is”……

“She Is Infinity”………

“Boundless”

& “Immense”,

like the butterfly kisses,

that drift from Your heart’s blowing,

pulsating gent-wing flutters,

to the Ancient Afrikan drum’s beats….

alive in the distance….

flowing through Yo’ Ancient King’s Soul’s veins,

drizzlin’ from each pore Your body possesses,

drippin’ onto the strings of my heart;

each drop playing a new note

to the ballads that river-run

from My Soul’s Song ever-where…

withIn You….

fluxing rivers of unique love compositions…..

now withIn the rhythm of You,

I’m in sequence of the occillations of strength & love,

flowing Your veins…

Your beat, My flow, Our rhythm are One Melodic vibration
Forces of Two Soul’s Love’s

delivering powerful harmonious cloud bursts!

showering Us in Unison

Her Magikal Euphonical Heavenly verity

One Soul

© Copyright LeTisha.Woods 11/4/12

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

& the Walls Come Tumblin' Down

….my folk! you quite theater doe’

presentin’ yurs a mesmerizin’ sho’,

they all reminiscing ‘bout stable careers, childhood dreams,

of romance scenes,

‘fo adulthood kicked dey asses into real  Awaken-ings,

& true horror stories b’came realities;

some choose ta watch yo movies, scene afta’ scene,

as if, dem sho’s in demselves, would fulfill dey dreams

while otha’s fully conscious of da bullshit you spit,

ta keep one captured, wit yo chain, ball, & trin--kets

smooth as a gentle, summa’s breeze, as yo mouth flo swept our minds, 

simultaneously it cut raza-blades into our souls,

our struggles, weren’t the fairytales you tol’

yo appealin’ ol’ happily eva-after’s,

& dey lived happily eva- after’s,

it ain’t da truth of da lives we wish fo’-

t’ain’t tales of da shed tears, of the workin’ po’!

t’ain’t da truth of our disembodied ancient ancestors soul’s cryin’

fuh ign’ance ta set our minds free!!

let’s tell’t like’t is “my” folk…for da love of you!!

da facts of dis life

dat we livin’

…ain’t cutting no deals

…it’s time ta get real,

while you swag’n suave’, wit yo hella-dip,

Kangol hat tipped to da side,

cigar smellin’ sweet….you like a rat,

spewin’ a cavity-filled, mouth full of lies;

to yo own fam …

freedom- searchin’ souls….

not truly givin’ a damn ‘bout our goals,

only how many of “our”dolla bills you can fold…

Carin’ less of whose mind’s or spirit’s you’ve sold

ta ya new massa, fuh today’s get rich quick scheme…

sellin’ yo’ stage play, over-nite quick-fixes to yo’ own folk,

even tho, ya don’t believe in ya own joke no mo….

spuing false hope, hidin’ the soul you lost to anotha form of coke

flashin’ yo’ wand….feedin’ hisStory’s miracles out yo’ magic can,

at da cost of anyone’s energy, dat will ride on yo desert land

compensated smiles,

you beginnin’ to know yo err’, yet know no way out…

continuin’ ta nourish yo people wit da ign’ance until we all in drought,

instead of spillin’ yo Awaken-ing…

da deceptions….da lies

learnin’ yo’self…

teachin’ da way ta self-education

                                     self-preservation

                                   self-motivation……self-love.

Free Truth!!!

but at da cost of a few bucks & our soul’s health,

Resurrection …..ReBirthin’ of a nation,

you bring us death.

rather kill yo family, than ta uplift & save even yo own lousy soul,

fa pieces of temporariness, that ain’t even yo own.

The ever……Our inheritance….Ours

tryna seekin’ the truth…

turning the pages of destroyed, with a fine toothed-comb,

while you lovin’ some impermanent specks of gold, nice car, hella-home…..

at the cost of climbing yo’ masters ladder,

a lil’ pocket clitter-clatter,

my love, just a message of wisdom

…..soon as ya step out of line….

rock bottom gon’ sound mo’ like a thuDDah

We’re watching in despair, but…..

We’ll be lookin eye to eye again Pretender…

My Brotha’s..…My Sistah’s Keeper..….My People’s Slow Killer…..

And We’ll say….

 “So glad You’re Awake, You can take your mask off now, You’re back home…

    let’s get to work, there’s progress being made here… We’ve been building.”

©LeTisha.Bowie 8/5/12

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