Cotton Candy Whispers

Cotton Candy Whispers

Looking north My feet write love aspirations into cool, soft mahogany earth,

As you had caught Me mid-inhalation from the depth of your peering into My soul, permeating through sepia eyes, into the base of a desolate- where love used to take home;

Afraid to look back up- I thought this sector of Self was gone, for fear of false hope……I smile slightly, with belly quivers, shaking my body lightly;

Suspicion & Uneasiness toss & turn within My Spirit, but  I take over- Look up….to see your Dark, Butter Smoothness waiting to take sup,

With, your welcoming eyes Speaking- I feel Your fears, Your pain, unshed tears……. “Can I take them please, My Precious Dear?  I’ve been searching for You for years.” 

Vibrations flow from crown to toe, from the gentle touch that speaks “I know.”

Eyes locked in understanding of My design to be your Moon, your Stars, to Move your Earth to be Your Sun’s Shine;

The pounding of our hearts are to the rhythm of the blue birds chirpppping…….

Making melodies unheard, only few perceive, but “We”- Connectiiinnnng…..

With words unsaid, make music within our souls, and Mother Earth as our bed;

As we sit Face-Face

Gentle touches, elbow brushes

Wind tickles, watching the leaves wiggle

Hands allowing Our Energies to intertwine creating musics of love lost, love desired, the truth of it, of love found,

I’m releasing slowly, a gentle love into your being,

Of energy held and treasured within me, for fear of betrayal…

I touch your face with feather delicacies, to assure myself that you’re real, as you whisper cotton candy in My ear….

Firm (spirit), but weak (spoken)….. “Don’t play with my emotions, I’ve been here before.”

As you’re whispering, “You have been somewhere Sweetness, but you haven’t been here- Your Treasure is One to Hold.”

Wanting to believe, because there’s so much unseen, unfelt, unknown- of Me….My Heart’s doing summer-salts and My Soul’s on fire.

…..thinkin’

It takes a true Soul Mate to know you….to know how to keep a fire lit, and to rekindle it when its low,

I sincerely and lowly speak these words and continue saying…

“This is why this sector’s barren…. Held for dreams, and lyrics

                                            Art for the soul-sick

And You My Soul Senual Brother…..King

May hold the lyrics to a New Song

One that has no end, as love

One that exceeds the sky- We can fly! Creating New Dreams of a love unseen…..

……Looking at the earth again…

……looking down

Thoughts wave throughout My Spirit….

I exhale the possibility that this…..that you could be true

As I look North again….

………..A slow anger manifest, as I realize….. I’m viewing the ceiling of my bedroom.

I’ve awakened from a beauteous dream, and I can’t move….

I’m wishing I could go back to sleep….. “There”

Knowing in this life I write of, sing of, wonder of a love such as   yonder……

Can’t help but ponder the idea that “We” could have been that One of a Kind team-

Can’t help but wonder if My Treasure could have been One to Hold, but then again- “It was” Only In a Dream.

Urth Eagle 3/18/12

© LeTisha.Bowie 3/18/12

The Impossible by Louisiana Purchased

*Louisiana Purchased* Encouragement to all of our inspiring artist/poets/singers.....whatever your endeavour is ...Be Encouraged to follow your hearts and your dreams!!!

Soul (Sole) Journey

Soul (Sole) Journey ~Interim~ “Then” “When” She meditates…. You see the physical being….existing Going about mechanical motions of life She knows the expected….the predicted, reoccurring shuffles of ever day…. and moves rotating in the Woman’s stereotypical life; the tendencies of quick, habitual, repetitious movements…..rotations, over and over, mundanity, insanity; tick tocks if Her inner-clock, Self-set automatic alarms, that have taken place of life’s spontaneity; repetitiously …tick. tock. day in. day out. year after year – ~“Now”~ she thinks of an ol’ dishrag, who has lost its color and flair, who’s daily performances, of the same… ol’ rag…worn, even so….performs its duties tick. tock. like Her…like a Woman ‘pose to “He thinks I’m a machine”……and thinking……. ~“Then, when 2 became 1”~ actually held possibilities of ~“When”~ “When” hope compelled him, and dreams inspired Her”….and “When” we had destinations to clench…. ~“Then”~ ……..we did….~Then~..…. together we “knew” the magical nexus that could be cultivated… ~“Then”~ ………..”Then” time paid Her debt…. ~“Now”~ in……. ~Interim~ She sits wondering ~“When”~ ~“When?”~ Where? went When? “ To be? “ Us? “Can the damaged, idle machine that –you- see….tick. tock. TICK. TOCK. Can you activate it?” “Can the damage, within Her, be repaired?…… …..forcing dreams, hopes, and lovin’, to work Her voodoo again?” ……“Once” there were no mechanical mechanisms running our lives”…. ~“Then”~…. And “Now” ~Interim~ in Her mechanical shuffles and robotic efforts… My inner sparkle is a lit fire, singing flaming-tones of redemption, …..burning through this temporary carcass Reclamation! Realizing that My dreams, desires, My being are within a contraption of the man-made, physical conceptions, of who I should be You see…..These ill-fitting mechanisms, fit the average, but they don’t fit Me “His feelings are his own” “Theirs belong to them” “Mine are in here”….The Eye that Am- “He doesn’t see, and never understood- I see, “Now” It’s the pigeonhole “all” are accustomed to….The “all” that has most mentally ensnared….The “all’s” puzzle that I have “never” been a piece of…that I will never complete….because I Am Me. ~“Now”~ Standing Still- Knowing that Eye’m One of My Own Kind- Accept Me Or Not We are Standing Still- Strangers and Strangely Friends, Lovers Even? “I wonder? ~”When”~ “When did this all take place?” “When will promise & vows fill interim’s position?” ….when all along my words have been mere knowing refusal has taken a strong formation to waste wasted time wasted life wasted effort….energies refusal of anymore waste of Self unrecognized preciousness……Individuality of Being “I refuse….I refuse to relinquish Who Eye Am” To be “Me” ~& Interim~ “I will no longer remain……living, awaiting death” “She needed him to hear” He listened, but didn’t comprehend: Her Soul’s sharing, Her Soul’s love Her Soul’s searching My Soul’s Heart’s breaking, for non-kept commitments, ones….meant forever to be pleasured and treasured…. Only seeing Me as an apparatus, that makes live livable & functional- “He’s missing the best of Who She is” ……in his contentment with the man-made, physical conceptions of what life should be….. “Within! My Free-Spirit runs wild, like an untamed buck, painting abstract canvases, only conscious-minds comprehend!!, creating songs from my soul, that have never been told!!, writing what starts as short stanzas, and up here ► emotions later…thoughts later…...pages la…..ter” “I am the lover of land, of flowers, of earth, of life and of the bearth of it!, in all of its beauties and all of its miraculous forms; I am the lover of everything that life’s worth, and of You.” …..sitting no longer, and ended meditation……….. “TODAY”…… I am a soaring eagle…….flying solo….. For my wings have grown tired, as I look over to see that you’re no longer flying in My wind, helpin’ to balancing the weight- helping to make this flight- ….it is, because you think that your thoughts are the only correct ones, that my wings have begun to squeak- I looked left and realized that my wings have taken metallicity….. I looked right and I see tarnish, but I know the shine that dwells beneath… I’m at dock “now” ….no longer flying, because the weight is too heavy ~& Interim Now…Today~ My bloom is at halt, having thought…. we were blooming together- planting a field of life-seeds, womb-spring, and moon-love…… Cultivating newness in all forms…… -I am a lone lotus A sole survivor My strength is magniloquence. Enough. Standing. “I remain- Me….in Life’s Flight In Life’s Fight” “I can’t thrive with you, if your growth is stunted, and we can’t win together, if we are mentally asunder.” “I’m reinforced for a Sole Journey to Soul Freedom ~When 2 becomes 1…….. -Urth Eagle Tisha © 2/29/2012 © copyright 2012-03-08 20:31:36 UTC - All Rights Reserved

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Black History for Eternity Presents more of us.......

I look at the world

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

I look at the world

From awakening eyes in a black face—

And this is what I see:

This fenced-off narrow space   

Assigned to me.

I look then at the silly walls

Through dark eyes in a dark face—

And this is what I know:

That all these walls oppression builds

Will have to go!

I look at my own body   

With eyes no longer blind—

And I see that my own hands can make

The world that's in my mind.

Then let us hurry, comrades,

The road to find.

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Love Games

  Love Games

You said, “Wait and see what happens”

I’ve been here heart completely- from the 1^st Chapter

Through your games

Through your changes

I stood

Loved Me like the Queen I am….you “did”

Gentle touches,

Butterfly kisses, and

Firefly glowing eyes;

My helium heart did float- in the 1^st Chapter

….as the pages begin to turn,

so did your games

What I thought was true love,

I, now, know was just the 1^st inning, for you….

What you didn’t know was…..

“With My heart, you get no strikes”

You surely did hit a homerun, though, hunny….

when you struck Me with that fake bunt,

……Just to reel Me in

Your fish I “was”, but, I didn’t bite your hook for long.

I realized, quickly, that I was dealing with artificial artifacts.

….and I spew you out like a pregnant Mama in Her 1^st trimester,

as you had begun to sicken My soul….My being…

before we even began Chapter 2, I slammed that book shut!

Discarded it!

I was beginning to breathe easily,

when you tried again,

tried to use your old key;

the one I knew, no longer fit into my life,

thinking that the locks remained unchanged

a foul, bitter taste of bile came northward my throat…

touching my taste buds, ever so slightly.

just the thought that you would approach me once more with your game,

only this time My heart is harder…stronger…

I am wiser.

even now, you come half-steppin’ with your broken bat,

and same ol’ plays.

I swallow My spittle and smile….

Knowing that I’m not playing or buying your tickets this time ‘round.

I refuse to allow you to play My heart like a softball…

Play with My life….My children.

I’ve grown….your actions show that you still haven’t.

I “see” that you’re still blinded,

holdin’ on continuously to your “friends” and youth vs teaching them.

The refusal to gain wisdom…to increase internally in life…

Saddened by you….I can still smile,

thinking….

thinkin' of what My heart would have given,

what My soul would have shared and wrapped into you….into us

Yeah….saddened, but Free

Free….I am to know that we deserve more

Exhilarated, because of the lessons I have learned…

The strength I have gained, giving me to power to say,

Hell No.

The End.

© ~Urth Eagle Tisha 1/10/12

Urth to Andre

‎Urth to You

....dedicated to Brother Andre Cameron

let your emotions guide you to your divine being ...
because your worth is more than you're seeing
let go of the ghost....set the shackles free....
rise up and shine like the king you were born to be....
i c u....and i hear the man within risin' up just keep your focus grounded and let go of the hurt......
wisdom comes from all places.....in all forms and faces....
take to the good and leave the bad.....
you know where you've been ....you know what you had.....
use it as a step to climb up on your throne....
you on your way my brotha! you on your way.....to that ancient home....
the home within ya.....keep seekin' the true you ...
your true visibility and desires are clear....
i hear u and i c u.....your power and elevation are HERE!!!! 
Ase’....Much Love and Peace....Keep it Up Brotha Andre!!!
~Urth to You

Is Transitioning to Natural or BC Considered a Trend or Change...to you? My Musings today.....

Trend.....The popular taste at a given time; Turn sharply; change direction abruptly

Change.....Make different; cause a transformation; Remove or replace the coverings of; An event that occurs when something passes from one state or phase to another

Now I've always considered a trend like changing styles of clothing, vehicles, shoes, etc....but on the other hand to make a change, in my opinion, is to move a way from a particular thing, scene, way, etc into another direction or way.

So, in saying this, personally to say that a person's choice to go to their own "natural state of hair" would have to be a change not a trend.  Even it one tranverted back to a relaxed stated, it is still a change, based on choice or opinion. Maybe there are some people who say....Oh I like the way natural looks...I want to do that or try it, not knowing each individuals purpose or reason for this transformation or change, so maybe I'm only thinking personally here.

To me the "change" to My God given natural state, was because if I'm gonna go an purchase kinky, natural looking, African looking hair, to cover a relaxed hair.....kinda dawned on me as ridiculous, when I was born with what I considered beautiful......wear my own. So, when I want to do something....i have my mind made up...i intend to do it.  

I did not want to wait on two differnt textures of hair to grow out....I wanted to embrace what I was born with.......BC (Big Chop) it is.......Ofcourse, my husband still had the mental state that straight, long hair is beautiful and was impressed by the decision, but respected my decision.....and so here I am two years later natural and loving it.....I have not intention of  ever going back to a relaxed state...this is my personal choice....."change"...not a trend, because my choice when deeper than seeing, liking and changing a style.....you don't chop off your hair for a trend......It was a deep, heart-felt decision,, in which I have not regrets.....I feel My Creator made us all in various likes and ways and Afrikans/Blacks were made in the beauty that was intended.....we were just brain-washed that our hair is nappy.....unacceptable in society....etc.....How in the world do you brain-wash an entire race that what they were born with is "unacceptable".......How? that what grows from the roots of your head from birth, is unacceptable and not good enough.....and it has been eaten like ripe fruit and digested for centuries.......Unbelievable right? So digested that it has become and unconscious though....."normal" to relax your hair and children, before they even know what it is.....It's ok.....I'm not judging....I did it too....it's what I was taught....to burn the crap out of my daughters head, to straighten her kinks......hmmmmm.......

When I chopped my hair off....my daughter said "Why do I have to have that stuff in my head to burn my head and you don't"......I looked at her and I said.....you don't......I explained all of the above and she has been natural for 2 years and she will tell anyone the same things that I have stated with confidence.....Thank God/dess I never put my baby girl through it!!

I felt I should be able to wake up comb/style my hair just as I was born with it, like any other race, without feeling the need to look like them.  I love me just the way God made me.  Some of us were not even given the choice to relax, it was made for us, by our parents, because of a mental slavery.....To them straight, relaxed hair was seen as beautiful....sure it is...if thats what God gave you, but I don't feel the need to look like someone else to see the beauty in myself....my only regret is that I hid the true me inside for so long, that I robbed myself this taste of joy and freedom for to long......I am grateful for the knowledge before I allowed my girls to go through the same experiences of damage, breakage, cutting, relaxing and the cycle through life over and over of self- abuse and self-hatred.......

I can't say that they won't decide to make changes when the become adults, but I can know that I have instilled self love in them and that they will know that they are Beautifully Created, just the way they are........No Trends....Just Changes for the Best....Conscious Knowledge of Self......  : ) 

And they will know that if any man they meet wants long, straight hair and tries to convince them they are any less beautiful than they were created..... they better go buy it and wear it their damn selves.....lol

Because We Were Crowned By Birth!!!!!!

Guide to my destination,

Leading Mighty Whirlwind,

Spirals of Spiritual Wisdom present a tornado,

Ready to take on all!

Kinky,

Full of strength and force!

My frizzy,

My curly bunch of tightness

Like mini twisters,

going left,

going right,

Complex and swift led

…..and underneath- wavy funnels of black frizzies,

The drive of My Sistahncestors

It is the steering wheel’s control of My future,

A flashlight that guides the Earth’s magnificence,

Transmitted on from ancient memories,

A mass of inherited twisted knowledge,

Yet Spiritual channeled to be known.

Separating into tiny, spring-like, corkscrew shaped,

Thick,

Bushy,

Wooly mass, carried from antediluvian Goddess,

Perfectly, Master-made brown and black beauts.

My crown

The rise of My Fullness,

A continuously expanding growth…..

Outward-

Upwards-

Because, it guards My Goddess

My Crown

….crowns a Mighty Feminine Cocoa Queen…..

Confusion to the enemies,

Connection to My Sistah Goddess……protected

Crowned by Birth!

© LeTisha.Bowie 9/11/10 “Urth Eagle"