This Love

bare-footed & slowly,

tip-toeing….

through the wavering heart plashets…

underneath me…

only looking into the Soul that’s surrounding

Its rain drips down…

drop…pouring…

from a battered weariness,

cascading upon my own achy feet,

which wear the pain of my dreary mess,

catching each of his drips,

withIn my Soul…They take rest,

filling appetites,

for I hunger a Soul shower,

replacing lost moments,

with just This time,

to devour his love,

to step into

& plug….

mySelf.

within the breach of his heart,

as, I too, have fractures…

that rain down into art,

spilling abstract images & words,

with no more end…..no

start.----ed with passion, love,

trust & dreams….

yet, here am I,

knee-deep….

in two lover’s tear-jerkers,

sleepless, mid-nightmare screams….

“indulge me….

in an ocean’s refuged hearts dive,

before it all dries,

cracking ….

into more heart faults,

causing hearts that drip tears & blood…

taken…..cracked hearts clutters…..”

I mutter….

floating about,

withIn what love puddles…

caressing the waves of his Soul’s shutters,

overflowing into my river,

into

what This love’ll do

© 11/25/12 LeTisha.Woods

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

A Poet/ess’ Divine Flow

honored by the thoughts, or lack there of…
humored at the audacity…
unfazed by your outsight…of my expressions of Self.

but it is a must that you know,
a few things that are for certain,don’t make the useless mistake
of thinking it’s for your sake,

that I convey my love, my anger, or my fear,
my joys, my pains, uplifting, or drying tears,
encouraging true love, persuading strength…
to go on,whatever my soul unfolds and presents;
it is not for the undesired’s hearts’ intent.

no, don’t you stumble on your own error,
thinking my words are for your unwanted pleasure,
you don’t like the exact words that I choose,
don’t care for the particular paths of, which I muse

either you comprehend it, or you don’t
some desire to, some won’t,
don’t prefer my flow, keep rollin’ …down the river, keep strollin’…

I’m gon’ keep evoking words and melodies,
holdin’ it down for The Divine Poets & Poetess’ flow-ing with me;

lovers of truth and depth gon’ stand,
to hell with the rest, it’s a part of Our plan…..
Even then, understand….

these thoughts are mine,
from within me, my creativity is divine,
I don’t think of opinions, when I’m writing on the linesof my mind,

I deep dive into the great sea of my inner being,
flowing through the waves of eyes, smiles, hopes, screams,
emotions, remembrances, love, reminisces, feelings…. of dreams;

manifesting raw truth, soft or tough, in love, I’m coming,
with hard-core verity, of mySelf no stunting.

no shows to fit into pretty setups,
no standards or guidelines,love it or hate it, I’ve learned singularity is rough….

I was born this way,
unique with my own sway,
I don’t birth bogus,
no hocus-pocus…

don’t look here for contemporary simplicity,
your bound to get bitten by the authenticity.

©LeTisha.Bowie 7/27/12