Bloodlines Poems

Bloodlines

Bloodlines 

Family lineages relatives we call Elders, Uncles, Aunts, 
Cousins,  Brothers, Sisters. Bloodlines 

Inherited unspoken patterns of generational dysfunction. 

Did you Inherited any anxieties,  gossiping,  vexation?

Judgements creating cycles that's hard to escape from.

Transcends from kin to kin, a proportion of ancestors 
that are undisclosed prior to the present time.

Moreover the bloodlines inheritance

The strength we embody

They told us our skin meant exile
That our joy would be put on trial
Because it brings rain
But how can they hate the rain when it nourishes the ground we walk on
The same ground that grows the food we need to survive

They want us to cower in the face of their Whiteness
To bow down to their

Bloodlines

Written By:  D. Collins 5/15/25

To Piggy-back what was said by Kendrick Lamar.
I concur that what he said is the way things are.
Around the corner from me used to be Compton High.
On 120th and Central was that Centennial prize.



I go back in the day to the 1960's.
When Fort McArthur took care of our safety.
I remember

Bloodlines

Far from educations superstition
In the barren fields they planted their tyranny 
Where the pagan made a cross of stars
In the green lands of their mysticism

Yet still by ancient tongue they have spoken
Be they a black tooth the rule of pontiff
And by tax and gold brought their destruction
And lay it on the bloody wrists of Jesus

Here

Bloodlines

Even folks that are not attracted to feet?
say your feet are pretty.?
Your neck is long and graceful?
even those that don’t give a heck?
about necks say?
your neck is long and graceful.?
I could go on,?
but let it be acknowledged that you?
are a very well put together girl.?
Some say you are the daughter of Zeus?
but I am more

Two Bloodlines

Two Bloodlines 

One line is earth bound
The other is heaven bound
One cries out for revenge
The other speaks of mercy!
Eye has not seen
Nor ear heard 
Things that are prepared
For the Primary bloodline
Who have the Spirit 
Of Adoption and cry out
Abba Father! 
Behold your inheritance!
You were chosen before 
The foundations 
To be seated in your rightful 
Heavenly

Her Bloodline

I sense it.
That ancient power,
rushing through my veins.

 I savor it.
It's linked to antiquity.
My eyes have seen the impossible.
My heart knows her name.

 How did I receive it?
this knowledge that led me here.
She was my ancient mother,
and I'm taking her place.

 Her blood course within me.
I now speak in her tongue.
This throne is my birthright.
I

Bloodlines

It matters not you have the blood of heroes.
It matters not your family's claim to fame.
It matters not your riches and possessions.
What matters now is how you bear the name;

For though you have the blood of kings and heroes,
And their exploits have been chronicled through time,
It matters not who may have gone before you,
What matters

Snuff the Bloodlines

Snuff the bloodlines, end the chain
of the royal terror reign.
Destroy the powers that sustain  
the endless global war campaigns.
Purge all the powers that should not be
terrorizing society. 

The blood of all humanity 
is shed to feed these family trees.
It is drawn up through their roots
to produce a bloody fruit.
The fruit is set in fields

Bloodlines

Bloodlines

I saw her in a shadowed room,
She clicks dead people there!
In tempo to Matilda’s waltz,
She pulls them from the air.

She calls to those who tie by blood
While humming, reading sign.
She browses more for common bond
And what she can divine…

Bloodlines of the Wicked

Bloodlines of the Wicked
Beyond the Mind
New life found
Wistful earnestness
Glory unfound
Denied birth station
Duty bound
Assimilation impossible
Exist underground
Triumph inevitable
No blood around
Lonesome victory

Bloodlines

a line   a familiar voice   so much to remember
so much unknown   bloodlines   relatives and I
share   familiar words sound good   connections
talk of weather is the easiest   it’s colder there
aunt’s son takes care of her   he passes her the phone
she says

Bloodlines Recited

BLOODLINES
They dug a grave deep that day
‘What colour were Daddy's eyes’
a voice was heard to say as
they buried him deep in the clay
and as a youngster began to pray
Later he wrote upon on his slate
‘enlisted on the rebel's side
With  final words..before he died
‘What colour were Daddy's eyes’
This lad  studied hard and long
‘What colour

Bloodlines

They dug a grave deep that day
What colour were Daddy's eyes
A voice was heard to say

A life of charity was their fate
What colour were Daddy's eyes
The lad wrote on a slate

He enlisted on the rebel's side
What colour were Daddy's eyes
His final words..before he died

They buried him deep that day
What colour were Daddy's eyes..
A boy began

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