Freedom

I knew you weren't the deepest nor largest chocolate chip in the cookie,

but you were the heart, robustly standing out in the pack,

& I'm a Queen...been searching for EverLasting...

Suppose as time progressed & I called you King

& you looked perplexed..

Should've been a clue to the rest...

Yet you determined to no longer be misunderstood as less, 

Or pushed to the back...

Filled my ears...

my head with heart, dreams, goals, 

& the hopes that this could last..

& the deep love for your daughters,

took made my heart a gasp,

Touched me as rare, ambitious, 

With an imagery spread wide & vast...

Over spring & summer rides...

& fall conversations...

laughter & smiles

Your heart captured again...

A friend...

The hidden girl- behind the world,

Behind pains & sorrows unanswered,

Buried under shattered pieces of Her piles of self...

I lifted Me for another chance to share My Love...

My Life...

My Dance...

To be your wife...

to take your hand...

'Til death do us part

You were my man...

As love bloomed...

so did doom

Trying this & that... 

trying to assume

What else to do?..

what else to give?...

How do we live?

...this way...

But i continued to grow within mySelf,

Because I've always been a Seeker...

WithIn Me... I found refugee

You...content standing still, 

shouting demands...

Questioning My elevation... 

with your man-house stances...

Rolling your eyes at my knowledge seeking...

internal wheels in motion 

& you refused to embrace the notion 

     of "such nonsense"....

Irrelevance

No interest at'al...

in anything i loved..

"Ugh do yo have to sing? "

"What you reading now?!"

"Yeah let me see...uh huh...

is that goin' to sale?..

Why you paint stuff like that? 

Ain't nobody here gon' buy stuff like that"

No embracing or inspiration

but I inspired mySelf

 & My kids inspired me..

.think Ma a professional...

"They should put you in a gallery!!"

... and they always bring daily glee!

& soon i asked Who are you?

Where did he go? 

What's really....Going on? 

We've lost love...

focus...hope...support...

this is no longer a home...

just a house filled with misery

You're back there

& I'm in constant motion!

Seeking Me

SelfElevation

Self-education

Forwardness...

& you're content

& you look at me like I'm clueless 

when it's you..

.you could care less

& I no longer care that you don't

For my efforts have been & are useless...

with you

You placed duck tape on my mouth,

Bound my voice,

And condescended my growth....

We grew into business partners

& I've gotten fucked out of the deal

Taken care of my business for years,

Having to squeeze time in just to take care of Me,

but Will gives Me strength...

No touches, kisses, or hugs...

.jus bitchin' & i ain't a bitcher

,it waste My energy...

Unless fully provoked, 

then I knew...

The road had hit The Dead End...

Don't like to be pushed to defend 

My Own InnerSelf

When you don't even know yourSelf

Wondered for a bit... 

how I allowed it to go on so long

But a fighter gon stand to the very last straw

Allowed My Soul to be smothered,

My kids to suffer...

Fighting the battle for love...

Remembering & knowing true love can conquer all...

But the dart you threw clean through my heart

Caused me to trip,

fall,

come to my senses... 

The sight of my own blood & soul shed,

As you looked down & walked through it

Like...write about that...

so I did

Layin' listening to the distant voices of my Wombspring

Was My blood transfusion...

My confirmation... 

of My Resurrection to Rise up for Eye Am!

A Conqueror

A Survivor

More than a mental slave of an imitation protector/provider

What My Soul pours & Reflects...

Eye will open My wings & continue to project...

I've fled mySelf to save My Life!

Your departure is welcome

Subtracting your strife,

you've given Me...

My Daughter & lessons learned...

what you've given us is... 

more than you'll ever comprehend

Freedom!!!

© 10/16/12 LeTisha.Woods

Higher

Higher

written for the performance "The Naked Truth" in Alexandria, La

group of collective Poets & Poetess' "Poetic Expressions

at the Alexandria Art Museum

Canopied in the warm bed of your embrace,

The tick of the ol grandfather clock 

hasn't the second to tock,

And I'm chocolate laced, 

within the taste, 

of your lucious lips upon my face,

As you trace...

my favorite plaaa-cccesss,

I'm entranced... 

by your spell-binding stance, 

Which claims a matching demand to mine,

And my inner song smiles,

to touches tender,

From kisses depth....&...lips to necks....

Soul's breathes...

hissing through clenched teeth knockin', 

To our bodies rockin', 

Temperatures reaching a higher peak,

Wonton becking....& we pull closer,

Which we can't get to, 

without your throbbing, 

entering the pearl of Her gates...

Her heart's palpating wet,

And I...

I kiss your pants with quickening desire,

Knowing you feel this fire,

As your rock ready, knocks steady, 

on my breast, standing at your attention,

My belly...thighs...eyes

Control lost

Voices soft...gasps hard...

more

As we continue to explore

Every inch

I'm melting beneath your licks,

Quivering mid soul's flames

throat moans had been held,

Now conquered by your love's spell,

As you take me higher...

I exhale cum in my love,

To the grip of trembling thighs, 

Pulling you inside... 

I...

Umm...gaa-aspP

as you bite-moan my evey location,

No longer are we at the same elevation...

Higher even...

I say cum....in

my humble abode

One...

And we create love moanin' harmonies,

Slip, slide, you dip, I drive...

Licking...squeezing...pleasing Ourselves

And you cradle me tightly,

Filling me with All your goodies...

GoodNess! 

Inhaling the silky smoothNess

Of your exhal...

                      ing my name

"Let it rain..."

And  

     We 

           pour....

Layin withIn the Love we made

Ummm Hmmm

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/21/13AKA UrthEagle Tisha

How Much?

How much truth is in the dreams you sing? Into my ears... Sounds of ol school remixes, that my hips sway to still Making an ancient Lover's Soul harmonize in duet, To the melodies, of vibrations long ago, but presently felt Swooning how you'd deep laugh my tears away, Bathing me in temple kisses,  deep, hearty squeezing's missings, Be my everyday, sweet homecomings,  morning's, noon's & midnight's Lover, Honey

Whispering the caresses of a lone bod,  Delicate winging my womb with you, My baby dimple thighs smiling hellos,  As you taste My Yoni Lovin' overflow...

"Yes" is your reply, on replay, & I say...How much is truth in the life you speak? How long will it last? This pamper-Do... Would you really last the EverLove so True? ... longer than the last?  Or will my lovin' too, overflow your song atlas?

.....because, you say you see what they can't,  what they saw too late... "Do you know if you can love 'One' forever at this rate?" Because that's what She is.... Love. ...Forever

Your song... My unsung melody... In a tune that's been a soul's song unlived? Believe/Believe? 

To risk another fracture,  upon my keloids... To risk more pain to heal?

Can We fulfill Two wanton Soul's desires,  Of fires still lit, despite hits & misses? To eternally drench One's Souls  with the unselfishly given,  again?

Can We join flames, lightning dark days  & warming cold nights? Inner fires nesting, plenty good kindling, Planting blooming Love anew,  each season For no other reason,  but Love Because, there's no better reason No feeling more pleasing...

How much truth is in the dreams you hum?  into my open Soul's ears... My Soul composes the melodies of My dreams, Which live in me,  & I labor Her birth, Bearing repetitive Braxton Hicks contractions, Now skeptical to let her loosely, In a world where gifting pain comes so easily... Once taken for the slaughter,  She ran back withIn To safety....yet living strong

So.... I want to know if your songs, your hums,  If your melodies are reality? Or do I continue withIn the safety of my dreams, Awaiting the Soul Conductor, to my composition, With a love that touches the pit of my Being,  Swimming all that I Am, reaching the sea withIn Cus my Love's dream song's real,  & this One I intend to Live

(C) LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/20/13  AKA UrthEagle Tisha

Deep Touch

The touches remembered, yet years ago passed,

that time has replaced…

center a transparent, cold tempered glass,

I smile, reaching for the comfort of your tender warmth…

your embrace…

grasping for your shoulders, your waist…

your arms, your face…

and suddenly…

looking into my hands, at the emptiness which has been placed,

as my heart awakens to the realization of void’s presence…

She tumbles through my knees, to my feet,

to the null expression...the mask that used to hold your face...

but, this Queen’s Soul still has a demand what for what She needs,

as I look at a man I once knew,

yet in front of me no longer stands,

at a shell remaining, of “once upon a time, ” in some other land…

only memories… as life has shifted,

we drifted…

playing the part of lovers,

living the lives of business governors,

filling occasional needs that are long overflowing,

filled, but not fulfilled…

which can never replace the ‘deep touchin' my soul’ kinda lovin'

that thick, in the midst of midnight tears kinda lovin'

that unexpected pain....

....time rotating, lastin' the years through it kinda lovin'

that inevitable everyday strife of this life kinda lovin!!!

because, It Is! ….Lovin’s Deep Touch,

Her Fire's belonging, that holds Souls up!

It is the withIn light, that shines, permeating the darkness..."O Love!"

& I say withIn... that’s what’s up

as I peer into empty hands,

with empty answers filling my ears,

I am Love...

I Must be filled

if by chance you ain’t hearin’ me,

continuously, backing away from this full-course meal,

you know I always keep it real,

I’m gon’ speak it a bit brassier for ya…

so you can hear the deal...

I’m a Queen awaitin’ a One of a kinda King,

that's about that Forever Unity Seale,

......that can fill (feel) me

& ‘One’ Love that I can deep feel (fill)…

with The Deep Touch

greeting withIn the depths,

touching wounds that love heals,

One who who has a Lover's time,

to relax and unwind We,

Swallowing hell all up in Our heaven...

I'm waitin on My Number Seven.

©LeTisha.W.Bowie 5/2/13

SpeechLess Conversation

lovin ever second of how you do you,
even from the furthest, you send love's vibes...
keep ridin my high,
as I adore the sounds your silence speaks,
peeking through every crevice withIn me,
invisible love letters float about,
formatting words into love tunes...
absent of audible sounds,
reaching the unseen depths,
holding me bound, by speechless conversations,
surpassing all that infinite words try desperately to reveal,
creating what produces touch's wanton to survive,
setting fire to Her desire...
to Be...
the way we touch the sky & picnic seabeds,
making soul love, soundLessly...
communicating with embraces,
that have no need for arms,
gently ringing-around Our Soul-sies,
waltzing with the wind, in which we correlate...
silent conversations of lovers...
superceding the power words
Infinite, yet..
they never manage to explain the height of 'this'
loving ever second....ever breath...
of how you do you,
speaking into my deepest rhythms,
hidden in places where hopeLessness lied to me...
and in 'these' moments...
your lips that move me, never move
none more endearing and breathtaking,
as Our Speechless Conversations,
before you literally take my breath away.

Copyright 5/3/13 LeTisha.W.Bowie
AKA Soul Evokin UrthEagle Tisha

Happy Anniversaries

now…
turn your lights down low
make my knees wobble wit it
midst the lavender candles dimly lit
as I drop
cus I’m blitzed! ragin higher than hot
damn! 
lick it
nah babe, it ain’t time to stick it
let me fellate you 
hell! suck you all around
up & down
simultaneously feelin your shivers
while your magik touches 
cause my body quivers 
feel me moan on it, “mmmm..that’s it”
as you finger my pearls
drawing me into another world
feel me drownin your body 
into my warm sea of jewels
anxiously ready to ride the tides of your motions
& how you doin it slow
“I’m gonna give you some gooood good lovin,
Oh Eye!”
Ummm….you set fiyah to my Urth
when you know I’m so ready ‘now’ 
to cum to you
& give birth to dah real sticky …wet…
cus you & I know that’s how we do it
cum slip into heaven
rock wit me tonight
for all time sake
slippery hot
chocolate bodies
bite! Ummm
shakin, vibratin, 
we inHertwined
ridin & dyin for our lovin, 
one more time
lick it, stick it, love it 
Fuck It!!!
Neck bitin, nipple kissin, 
pelvis smacking, chest & back scratchin
damn deep dive me
now love me
cum here withIn my watas
feel what good lovin do to this Goddess
one mo’ ‘gain
happy anniversary!!

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 4/24/13
AKA UrthEagle Tisha

Untitled Deuce

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

Children of the Sun's Umbrella

uplifting our souls,

worthy more than our lands’ stolen gold

I hold dear each valuable Sun-touched life,

mending, broken, stolen, divided, down trodden….

I’ll always fight

I hold you withIn,  my loves…

story by tale, heart by heart, tear by tear,

each One, your hearts, I bear

with a fist full of A Love Story untold…

of A people… Ohhh too deep to hold… down

we will ever-elevate to Our true states

my sun souls…we must no longer wait

we will no longer quietly endure unjust hate

we rise to The Originals

the truth of OurSelves, seeing reality for Her wealth

Of you- Black Wombman, Black Man…Our Sun Children

We must stand

do seek always… to truly understand… OurStory

I share our antediluvian pains…

the years of unconscious & deliberate hatred that still rains

…continue to control your stance

into Our minds the true ‘sins’ did land

sprouting untruths… that we are less because of the blessings our skin,

in the minds are where these remnants remain,

continuing to try & break down relentless souls that cannot be chained,

trying to crack us once & for all,

trying to make invisible strength inherited, but we will not fall

I share our sadness

…..& Still! ….

our laughter births an incomprehensible joy,

holding an unquenchable knowing,

a fire that’s always burned…

bestowing mesmerizing shades of darkness’s….

Yes! ...we were portrayed in a bootleg show of negative nothings!

& it’s undeniable the power we clench, through it all…

reflecting Our lights that do & will ever glow an eternal endurance,

illuminating beyond it all!!

overcoming separations, after obstacles, through losses, after unjust denials

of lives, of loves…of Our rightful freedom to ‘Be’

We are Worthy!

We are The Beauty of Life,

The Rainbow of The Sun’s Umbrella,

ever-seek my loves…our ancient inner strength,

which guides us through it All again & again…

….intentionally & Mami Earth given parched lands

We can stand On…

because we are The Children of the Sun

© 3/7/13 LeTisha.Woods