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You were…once,

one of the easiest gifts in life to set free, upon the tips of my wings,

into the wind…

until people created this unnecessary, horrific pain,

that stains souls, and replays scratched vessels in hearts,

granted taking Your infinite power…

giving You has become one of the hardest of my obstacles

there isn’t much free in this life we live…

but You-

& to You…there is no comparison to the musical breaths You sing,

performing wind tunes, that force soul’s happiness’ to drum beats from hearts,

tip-toe ballads with fingers & delicately dance with hands

to the unknown wonder the universe expels…

no, there could never be a cost for Your fine seasoning,

yet, the blind-hearted, the stone-hearted…

continue to free-ride Your lavish deliverances,

thinking pearls, gold or diamonds can somehow compare!

to Your unrivaled standing

foolishly believing, because You’re so inexplicably vast…

if they place You aside, You’ll ever remain,

regard-Less they respect You,

second guessing Your pleasure….

watching to see if You’re really this good…

as good as the side pieces of ass, that screw up homes for,

as good as the materialistic shit society flicks in the faces,

thinking lust is better than All the Divine You are…

for the temporary… they soon find won’t last,

& it’s too late…

as one looks back at glass shattered hearts,

they’d left behind,

now with super-glue-mended repairs

foolishly believing, that if they slacked at taking care of home

that….that… because it is You that is everlasting

that you’d sit & wait around all of eternity

on one to decide to come back to their first

it is only a rare few who know You like I do

the power You possess to breathe oxygen into a rose-wilted heart

& that losing You sucks away the very substance of air,

leaving aged & fractured hearts, thin blood, causing soul bleeds…

Your magical internal intertwining, creates weakened knees,

from the pleasance of bonding seeds… reproducing we

& You are the same, which suctions a wounded heart through kneecaps,

kissing the concrete in agony…

& still they abuse You!

until they gain wisdom, learning how jealous You are,

by all that You surround us in, so freely…

that you are the sought answer to tears, confusion & pain,

ever sought externally, yet quenched

& You Are the InDwelling from before the beginning of us

I will ever hold & trust You dearly,

knowing Your Indescribable power & delight.

Dear ‘Love’,

© 3/20/13 LeTisha.Bowie

Reality

I still believe

in that, which was freely devoted,

even when, This Rose’s very own heart’s sap plummeted,

before Her feet, onto the cracked pavement,

any season, for no deserving reasons…

once more, I savaged my soul’s drippings,

picking, trying to decipher my hardened heart’s pieces,

from the cracked cement, through tear-binged eyes,

I warmed them withIn my cast-iron standing,

until, again, I was made whole

& I still believe

in the grandeur love,

in all that She bears, in all of Her worthiness,

just as the passing time releases each nauseating, achy memory,

wisdom sprouts within, replacing it with a still loving soul,

& an unsuppressed, blooming smile anew.

the knowledge of self-worth gained,

& stands, as the strength of a rooted, determined oak

I still believe…

…. ‘In Me’ …

I know within, where the moon dwells, until the sun shines

& the wings of my soul plays my own sweet melodies,

where my stars shine hope & inspiration ever…

I know that mere, singly, sweet words will no longer do,

that they just don’t spread onto my toast so smooth,

that…. simple fresh bouquets won’t whip the topping

of this caramel lovin’ anymore…

having grown & knowing external & materialistics

no longer reach these ribs alone,

much less to the heart of it…the ‘soul’ of my soul…

external lip movements are nothing, without the hearts deliverance,

& I hold tight to what I once called dreams, which are now called steps to my reality,

where crushed trust, tried to bury hope,

but, strong love always throws down a rope,

so that I may lift mySelf back up, with the wings of my warrior soul,

awakening opened minds to their own roots

& I still believe

in that, which was stolen by the catchers, who’s mitts were the wrong fit,

in that, which was openly shared and granted taken with no thoughts of it,

having grown & knowing the fact is:

someone else’s  giving, sometime, some place,

was also as mine….earnestly…deeply reflected

only too, to have suffered the heart-anguish, but never dying,

to have paid the fine, for a love thief’s crime…

this is a True Lover’s reality.

some will learn, others will flee

forever lost in ignorance & blindness, You see?

but once balance is met,  there’s no comparison to true love,

it can’t be devoured, the correct glove, form-fitting just right

I believe in a ‘Love’, that is ‘In Love’, with a ‘Love’ that is true…

…….in reality

& In reality, there’s no heart which hasn’t been broken,

but, there’s no broken heart, that true love can’t heal.

I’ve learned the power of loving me

& there’s nothing more exhilarating…nothing more rewarding,

than to hear my own voice, & the peace of reality,

flowin’ within the free wings of my own will.

© 2/24/13 LeTisha.Woods

AKA Soul Evoking Urth Eagle