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

No Mate or Soul Mate

work the place from withIn My Spirit,

fingering each scar with a new love note,

creating arias, that float throughout Us

& exist in unknown tongues….

Pluck My desires, with Your wing’s tip,

sending Your ancient vibrations,

as I sip Your Soul’s water,

trying not to gulp….

savoring the taste of satisfaction….

of each moment,

of the first sup of truth….

Fill My cup, til it overfloweth

of My endearment for You,

as we bathe in our affection,

immersed in midnight melodies,

reflecting of star-hearts longed seeking….

The Soul Mate’s breaths of life….

KingHusband- QueenWife

OneNess….

Blow me the kiss I can’t miss,

as I inhale Your exhalation….Your gifts

As You exhale Me, I inhale You,

and You swallow the core of My love,

which all others have missed and dismissed,

landing smack dab on the pucker of My lips,

still moistened of Your Soul’s Water,

quenching My thirst….

Wrap Me in the fold of Your sheet’s-work,

as an everlasting art….

one that conquers  & continues to grow,

entrusted & treasured with the best of Your Masterpieces,

of reciprocating love…..

…as I do Love….

from every row and space of love’s music staff,

from every stroke of the pencil,

which pours Our Souls, from withIn,

from the depths of The Sea of Lovers,

holding many unfound fractured hearts

of treasures that some seek,

yet float over, for gluttonies

of just reaping the benefits of Her treasure box,

trying to break the soul, by shattering the locks

of the scarred and lost loving Ones….

grasping and tearing, with veiled visions,

with no value of the beauty possessed….

….the prize of the found,

but seeing fortunes in cash and ass,

tearing open chest’s contents,

placing scars over keloids….

Mother Earth…..

SheGoddess of the Universe….

Allow not One to cross the path of My Soul

with any more negative intent,

conscious or non….

Else knowledge of Love’s core lies withIn,

Else they suffer Your Great Wrath,

I possess the strength and power to stand

I release It!

Creatress of Love….

Only Soul to Soul Vibrations can touch my Inner Being….

A Lover of Love,

Respecter of Souls…Of Her Being,

sending flutters from withIn

of Truth,

causing heart fluctuations without touching….

leaving space between the lines

only for the Real….

I’ll live life knowing My Soul,

with no mate,

before living it with anyone other ….

than The Soul’s Mate.

© 10/30/12 LeTisha.Woods

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

"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