undress my soul?

he says he cares enough to undress my soul,
that his stomach can digest whatever lies beneath these heart's peels,
says his love is unlike any I've known, a story I've heard before,
but let's not rewind,
you say it is strong enough to turn back the layers,
even those healed & sealed over, reaching the core of me,
where you can bury your heart here, for safe keeping....
...call it Home
I'll just let you know...actions are the bones,
which hold the foundation together,
despite my warnings that, “this here ain't no play thang...
see the stratum withIn Me, has been composed of a tougher skin,
with each day's lesson....learning that it doesn't bare the thinness
of the new lovers, in love, in the new beginnings”
….a protection, from love's enemies,
holding not one bit of respect, for the places of entering,
willing to open One,
strip by strip,
with the intention of body embraces,
a dip...splashing...then, make a dashing disappearance act....
unaware of the wiser's soul power,
foreseeing the lust, & I must let you know the deeper you get,
you best put your big boy drawers up,
withIn ....lives my profundity, none to be reckoned with,
if you want to play, don't put 'you' in the position to get caught
withIn my strata,
wrapped in a weaved web, which regurgitates the artificial,
my taste buds recognize authenticity sooner, rather than later,
synthetically placed emotions, have built Me a stronger core,
impostors....cause my soul to enfold, once more protecting Eye Am,
if you care enough to undress my soul...
one layer at a time.... will reach you, my depth
& if you find yourself meeting me here,
uncovered will be the agape love,
one for the never-forgetting


© 8/27/13 LeTisha.W. Bowie

Lift Him Up

assimilating every word obtained,

spoken through written sounds,

dispensing imagined stenches of expired bread,

& the bitterness found… all too late,

laying in dread,

childhood losses….confusion & a lovers pain,

were conveyed through His expressions…

he felt nothing in life…. he had gained,

I felt a painful stab,

as his heart bled, the soulful cries of need,

& an all too intimate story,

of the demand… for answers of a bit clearer vision

sounds inaudible, but ever so loud,

invisible to me, but clearer than the air I breathe,

He…

& the suffering of new losses,

the heaviest stones continue to pile before you,

as quick as you’ve shed them,

from air miles away,

I feel the pulsating within your thoughts,

as my belly-nerves do summer-salts,

all the unions, clubs, groups in the world,

and, this is reality “ the child left behind”

a mind’s tick-tocking clock resonates,

in a silent room,

wondering how to make it another day,

churn-seeking a resolution,

to His heart’s destinations,

for He still has hope,

Fighting against demons, temptations,

childhood & inner battles,

at times, he considers himself doomed…

My heart aches, in a need to deliver hope,

because there is a need & there’s room,

to deliver possibility- a resolution to an all too familiar song…

to deliver comfort, where between these too souls there’s so much space,

to grab him & say “You better hold on!”

Knowing my brother wants to devour this pain,

To rise up & follow His dreams,

To take hope by the reigns, and ride Her til the end of time,

In sunshine or rain

here, I can only embrace you with encouragement & love,

How can we heal this heart, which has been fractured multiple times?

in multiple places, & there’s no one to carry the fine,

a needed soul, that needs mending,

with capabilities felt, from places unseen,

I can uplift you my brother,

encourage you to hold on,

to all that you have,

to all that you own,

knowing all that’s worth value, is within your very Self,

which can give you strength to do things,

in indescribable depths,

Let go of all that “you thought” was holding you up,

because it was a familiar safe haven, & all that you knew,

because you were told what you wanted, but knew it wasn’t good for you,

they knowing your circumstances, stood on you,

watching the pulley bring you down,

sat back, never lifting a hand,

it’s time to brace yourSelf, time to take your own stand

I can assure you of the hidden HisStory,

which is,

You are more than you’ve been taught,

the time is now, to become of seeker of truth,

a conscious knowledge seeker,

determined to continue to overcome,

the HisStory that you know, is not Your own,

the King that lives within, will teach you,

giving you the power that you truly own

I lift You up!

© 8/2012 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

Black Queen.She

Beneath the Keloids

Beneath the Keloids

The artistic eyes see within….

“Thick brown beautiful thang,”

into thickness created around a heart of oak,

into a soul of keloids;

Touching one….

Carrying the pain of its

“Could haves, would haves, should haves,”

… Listening to Her…

Sing the same melodies of Her grandmother…

and embracing another keloid beneath,

Underneath it lays the pain of touches,

which should have never been-

from an uncle, who should have been, a model of men in Her life;

this scar… one overlapping itself, holds much.

and seeing more scars, beneath those keloids…

of touches and demands,

from a cousin, who should have been a playmate, cousin, a friend, but

Who were his models?

and scars….scars within….of…

boyfriends of Her Mama….bastard men, who should have known better,

And, yet, had no fathers to teach them!!

The thickness that’s beyond the skin’s visual resonates,

in eyes as such,

from within the scars built up,

like blocks, only never knocked down- still standing,

as a wars defense mechanisms, against the enemies to come.

…She sees, as the line of men to come….

…no man, with better intentions, than the one prior.

So She’s still standing,

with much,

with them.

They having no stronger mentality, than the men that surpassed the others in Her life.

Trying to break Her Spirit, yet somehow,

She still Stands.

“Thicker, brown, beautiful…

Still….

She Stands.

One Day by One Day.

With Heart, intact,

Loves, Desires, Hopes, Words within….Infinite…

because, She knows the Humanity, Power, Livelihood, Hope and All

that, She holds dear, was also taken years ago, from Our Men.

Then,

instead of ReBuilding…They were freed, into mental slavery, like mad, wild-

tearing down and they held on to what was close- Their “own”,

But, we weren’t to own-

But to share, join, love with, build with You…. Wo”men”-

Forgetting without “Womb”man- they would not exist.

Having lost and forgotten all love and honor for Her…

Seeing when looking into His eyes, My Brother

When looking into Her eyes, My Sister

I see in my dreams that are Ours

It is not always me there…..

“I know that our “Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ves,”

are intertwined with the desires of structured family …stability, 

It is for these loves… the cost is many lost dreams, which can be reality.

…that I stand

…. that I write what I see

….what my spirit speaks

from within…..”

….Both have come from me,

Wo“Man”…. Wo “Men”

I stand.

Knowing the healing beneath all of Our scars….

all of the keloids that will ever exist…..

I dream and have visions of

© Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 4/29/12

My Mother's Love

My Mother’s Love

She
Taught, as She thoroughly,
Cleaned dishes…
Spotless
we would be,
not in brand name shoes & clothes, in
Hand-made &
by hand, She made &
Molded
us to be, the Women we are…
Stong,
as She, still holding on to Her dreams, as
we
Grow into Ours
daily- She would
discipline our rights &
wrongs, not
allowing disrespect or back-
talking- to us day in and day out…”Girls should
present themselves from the inside, not the out.”….”You
respect your Elders- even those, that aren’t biologically so.” -
“They were- They are- Yours”….They’re
Mine- Treasures I’m holding within my heart, as I’m
Teaching My womb-spring the same
Ancient love,….
old as time- the love of “your” lives…
…..the love of “your” life, is to be
Treasured, like the delved up, stolen gold, of our home’s origination…..
Africa…… taken, as we, yet, never forgotten….for it’s buried…..
Deep within, like the
knowledge Mama
dedicated us, when we were mere youngin’s,
Rebelling,
Fighting back,
for what we thought, then, were the dreams & loves, of our own young hearts, being
Held captive…. &, now, We
hold on to it, like the Ol’ South’s crawfish…. to the
memories of Her every word,
Swallowing the instructed, mature fruit, which have, now, ripened in our minds, from
Dr. Mama, verses Dr. PhD, for those ancient remedies have become consciously understood…..
Accepting the lack of some things, unaffordable, back then, having no matter now,
for the gain of mental & internal riches irreplaceable, today….
Appreciation of the hand-knitted ornaments Mama made, and
pop-corn, strung garland on the tree, we all made together, for…..
we know what life’s struggle is, as….
we are living it…..and Mama still Stands as Our guide…….
Taking value, the dusting of window-
Seals the respect of new visitors, that arrive, with
visions, of the products of a
Strong Mama, who
gave all of Her, so that We could
Be the Women She wanted us to Be……

The Love of My Mother…My Mama will never…can never be forgotten, for, those young thoughts of rebellion have been replaced with what, I, a mother, today, know, was & is The Love of a Child.

Copyright ©LeTisha. Bowie 4/21/12

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

“Lovetransformstipulations”

Lovetransformstipulations by Urth Eagle

D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N.

D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N. by Urth Eagle D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N. D……estined to achieve-bred powerfully confident- I will fight! E…..ven when the odds are against me, will not fall and stay down T….oo beneficial to just remain idle and allow advantages to pass E….ach and every opportunity – I want to take and educate myself at mass R….ising above the average standards by all means accessible M….esmerized by life’s ill conditions, I want elevation at new levels I….ncreasing knowledge, love and dignity in human existence N…ever having the audacity to settle for today’s circumstances A…..always remembering the lessons of my grand-ma T…eaching me to “Stand tall! be wise!” and repeatedly saying, “Be I…ntelligent!” – This message she left for us all O…n this journey I have decided to stand for what I believe N….ever give up and live each day to the fullest to “my” potential….. To set an example for my royal offspring… “You can be and do your every desire, just give all of your determination with that God-give fire!” © LeTisha.Bowie 2011

My Soul has Wings

My Soul Has Wings by Urth Eagle ~Urth Eagle Tisha 11/11/11

Crowned By Birth

Guide to my destination, Leading Mighty Whirlwind, Spirals of Spiritual Wisdom present a tornado, Ready to take on all! Kinky, Full of strength and force! My frizzy, My curly bunch of tightness Like mini twisters, going left, going right, Complex and swift led …..and underneath- wavy funnels of black frizzies, The drive of My Sistahncestors It is the steering wheel’s control of My future, A flashlight that guides the Earth’s magnificence, Transmitted on from ancient memories, A mass of inherited twisted knowledge, Yet Spiritual channeled to be known. Separating into tiny, spring-like, corkscrew shaped, Thick, Bushy, Wooly mass, carried from antediluvian Goddess, Perfectly, Master-made brown and black beauts. My crown The rise of My Fullness, A continuously expanding growth….. Outward- Upwards- Because, it guards My Goddess My Crown ….crowns a Mighty Feminine Cocoa Queen….. Confusion to the enemies, Connection to My Sistah Goddess……protected Crowned by Birth! Crowned By Birth by Urth Eagle © LeTisha.Bowie 9/11/10 AKA “Urth Eagle”

Eye Am

Eye AM! by Urth Eagle

Lord Don't Move My Mountain

Don't move my mountain by Urth Eagle A song that has been dear to my heart for years and one my mom loves to hear me sing....just a prayer for strength to go on, not to take all of our trials away, but just the power & strength to overcome them. Old Classic song by Inez Andrews has been sang by many artist.......Me singing Lord Don't Move My Mountain

Mama Made A Way

I wrote this when i was in high school, then last year, while talking with a publisher- I tried and tried to edit it, shorten it, etc....to make it into more contemporary poem style, but it's not. It's not nearly the full story, but a brief one of my mothers love and I've decided to share it just as it was written, and as I remember it in its length. Mama made a Way by Urth Eagle

Audio of Story Then, Now, Today

Then now today by Urth Eagle

A Story...Then, Now, Today

Then, Now, Today

Laying....Sacred Womb pressed against my cushy bed

"Years ago, before I birthed life", thinking in my head....

I'm not the Ma I envisioned of me

Yet, Today, "I Am" the best that I can be

Times have surely changed

The time in My day eats the responsibilities like a starving child

and there's no space therein to rearrange

The world worse even, but My Inner Spirit remains the Spirit of determination as

then....I said I will speak soft, but firm

words of wisdom .....what i will have learned

I will lead them by example, for I will make something of Me,

just a little easier living, in which I will have earned

Visions & Dreams

Aspirations & Means.....My own

Then I began to live....reality it is

Awakened from an awake sleep to "life", mistakes, heartaches

....dead are the years, which have passed, rapidly, as I thought I had time to get it right

....My hopes and foreseen images of "better"

....of overcoming my childhood years, struggles and fears

Patience necessary- larger than I'd projected too....years ago, before I sprung life into being

.....it's shorter nowaday, patience is.....as......

time swallows My day, My smile, My song, My way......by mid-day....it does

knowing that the desires, the pleas, the love, the needs of My Precious Little ones are crammed into this world's chaos, and My misjudgements passed........

Shedding undesired tears for My struggles are the same as My Ma's......the same struggles that I envisioned one day would not be My own.

"Dead Circles"

My Sistah get off .........the dead circle. It has no end.......Ya see. Can't you see? Look! Behind ya.........been there already. See? Up there? You already done that too. Tomorrow ya 'bout to try that again, which you did last month?......... Sis!.......tah!- The Circle you on.......the circle you keep........deaD.........has no end..........a continuous movement around and around the same deaD end roads. Ya just continue to walk in the da same ol' crap within........steppin' in it...........just walkin in the same stank! It's like the merry-go-rounds ya see at the fair, Lookin' good, flyin' high- up there in the air; But, the ride gets old, High gets low, The price gets steep on the eternal deaD circle you in. Diggin' and diggin' a deeper grave, goin' round & round in the circle you go.... Desire a straight path instead My Sis, pick a direction, a path, a route; They too have not end; but forward you can choose, backwards if you like; But the curvature is gone; Stop!! ......look ahead, There ya dreams lye, there ya goals go.... Go ahead, walk on gurl, stand straight, full speed ahead, struttin' out of the circle that continues to go round; Bury it!! It's dead! You go Sistah Goddess into Your pathway of dreams, Your destiny, Your destination! Your Queendom, Your freedom!!!!! ©Copyright LeTisha.Bowie