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

Life’s Lemons, Salt & a Sweet Soul of Fire

today.
I breathe
sporadic, axiomatic breaths,
unaware of what tomorrow holds, much less the future,
as I try harder each day,
the foot on my back remains,
even heavier,
My still steel spine holds,
with the salty sweat beads of determination rolling down its center.
& My stride keeps swaying,
sashaying, with the knowing & the burning from deepness unseen,
head high, chest out…. I sway,
without thoughts of where or how the next…
backbreaking step will land…
grounded or stomped on my fight…
taking me,
as all the previous ones have…
to a halt, leading nowhere,
mind going forward, body held frozen
Is the real?

but My Soul has an ancient force,
She won’t stay down,
Burning like fire!
again I will dissolve this barrier & rise,
Strength, to bear yet another footmark,
within a seemingly unmoving life,
a determined brain steering-will-power,
from places I can only feel…

& I Wombman have the nerve & the nerves,
I do…
to smile…
recognizing the beauty & the joy of the sounds of My own laughter!
….occasionally
quietly remaining,
often, shocking Self… with how?- wonder
“Why…. I can bring me here more often, right?”
……& I know that this place in which Eye exist
…that life – !
day by day, chokes my ease
slowly…
with no matters of the amounts of back-breaking sweat & work,
if there’s no remainders at the end of the days =
it does equal up to sweat & knowing, with lemons & saltiness

stealing the slightest rays of My desire to be…
leaving taste buds bitter of bile,
smothering My gifts, My smiles, My drive…
for a while…
extinguishing happiness,
causing repetitive water-filled eyes…
face doesn’t wear it- heart holds it,
resonating in monotonic tones & recorded smiles,
but, burning within, in words & songs..
floating about freely, like butterflies & fireflies,
eating & portioning spoken & lyrical stories,
as I live, receive & give, stand & breathe
I will-
take this bitter life,
that will never overpower the sweetness of the Fire in My Soul

“&”

if one day this ol’place finds me diverting Soul Love…
vibrations fluxing around & above,
from the sidewalks, the by-walks, the paved walkways,
or the windows of shacks to the people I meet,
internally shining through every crevice & over creeks…
I will!
“My” voice, I will always own.
This is no bill or dollar that shall be indebted or cashed in on.
It is here where My Sweet Soul’s Fire will always flow…in words, in art, in lyrics- my songs.

© LeTisha.Woods.Bowie 8/6/12