Life-Long Winter

it's cold outside, within the mainstream of frozen stone-hearts & iceberg souls

consistently surviving these winter storms, I march on, trying to keep my pace,

trying not to fall into the cracking iced pavement beneath me,

I hike the mountains, steel-gripped soles,

with all my might, determined to peak, determined to fight,

even amongst this life-long, blizzard's coldness, that beats against my high set cheeks,

stopping...but, only long enough to notice the Sun's shine...

...long enough to notice that... currently, we're actually facing Summer's glory

& I see Her glowing, apart a quick moment,

as I have to keep my pace quick, to win this race,

which seems abnormal in growth, looking down upon weathered & beaten shoes

my feet feel bare... as bare as my heart in this second's stare...

...a second

...to steal a stare, & life appears at a stand still,

as I momentarily, stand still, knowing I still feel Winter's rage...

& Eye Am grateful for an anchored Soul,

for it is here that I go, to regain sanity's sake,

withIn... to remind mySelf that Eye Am...

that...that... this hold I must! Keep, as I feel mySelf in weak-ness

a slippery-sloped pavement's map,

a lesson to my seeds.... this life's a battle yea...

but, you have to refuse the poison of its disease-s....

its greed.....&

...some call it a living hell

& this old spirit of mine has a hell of a tale,

as 'Eye Am' replenishes Her own warmth daily,

keeping a weary heart pumping,

surrounded by a cold world, full of infected minds, trying to freeze souls

& when this body wants to succumb to the will of 'Its' death....

the beating of my ancestors' ancient drums sound off within me,

refusing my feet to become as like the hardened ice beneath us,

because, this mirage society feeds is some tricky shit,

yet, Eye am the Earth beneath my feet, the air in which Eye breathe....

the Urth that will continue on, with a Soul shrieking song,

crying out to the beating of my feet!! as they pound the ground,

with a reminder that Eye'm still in this race!

& I continue on consistently,

though I will not always, consistently continue on “this way”

& I hold to the internal conflict of ….

a “once upon a time” weariness.....of Her life's struggles

… the refuge of “the soon to come,”

melting away of the the external frozen slivers,

greeting her destination, before another frozen soul emerges ice

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 6/22/13

& 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

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

Mind Games

Mind Games by Urth Eagle Mind Games It’s no illusion, This confusion taking control; I feel I’m losing, I find no solutions, No progression…. Are there a suggestion, you can give me, for life’s refusal of deliverance? I’m assuming that it is my mission to be strong….. Overcome….. This progressing confusion…. This depressing illusion, of what I should be What should I do? Should I go on and continue the guessing game, Testing my depression? Do I eventually? Will I, overcome, what it is I’m wishing for? A Blessing. It’s complicated. Is it complicated? Yes. But, I’m determined to proceed in this elevation. Elevating my mind….hoping to achieve a higher education… Some stimulation to bring me to the light of my existence; Sight is so blurry, in my vision now, I see no way ahead, yet I know life is war, to survive…. The fullness of my heart…..my soul…. It’s at its peak I will overcome this oppression!…. depression!…. Anxiety. Grief. I’m weak…. Relief? That’s what I need. Am I unappreciative of the persistent assistance, from those who care? No. Yet I feel I’m a leach and deliverance seems so far beyond reach…. But, It can be accomplished! It’s just a cloudy path now…. To get passed this pain, before insanity seeps into my being! Freedom is my dream! Freedom from life’s pain!……..pain in my screaming Spirit is My Aim!! I don’t take who I can become in vain, I’m just tired of the games of men….of sin…. Will things ever be the same? No…not the same. Normal? Oh!!! My brain….the ache of wishing for my own fame….my dreams…goals… They are mine to have….it is time for my light to shine…to share Men, games, shame- My heart will never be the same….. Constant struggle seems wrong, yet it has made me oh so strong Now I have a story…..I have songs. Life ain’t all that long….. Betta’ get a quick grip! Go! Go out and make your own. Shit happens. Get up! Move! Ain’t nothing in life free. Work . Struggle. You were born to overcome! ……..the mind games ©Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 2011 ~Urth Eagle