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 lives within me.
I am the First born combined of two different family members.
Comparable to roots of the branches from a tree when
I fall, I'm never down for long.
I originated from strong men and women from eras of
bloodlines cycles.
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 egos and stroke it
For us to call them superior
And reprimand our own blackness
And repent with silence
But we were born strong
Strength flowed through our bloodlines
Coursing through generations
Our ancestors created a legacy of pride
That we their children will not allow to be broken
We have endured the stings of their whips
We have lived through the shackles of slavery
We have taken abuse from the system
Yet still remained outspoken
Refusing to be the beat up victim
And faced the inhumane conditions of incarceration
We were made to withstand any storm
To hold our own
Whilst being pushed around
To trust in the power of ourselves
To embrace the harsh realities of life
To continue to love
And balance the rain with our sun
To smile and not giving them the satisfaction
Of their racism
And to not be bullied by their discrimination
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 Barton Hill in the San Pedro Hills.
Abraham Lincoln in Compton to learn fighting skills.
Junior High was the beginning of what was felt.
7th Grade meant I had to go to Roosevelt.
I lived around the corner from the Pilot House.
A Sailor's stomping ground where mom met pops.
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 they hammered sacrifice
Hard they tortured the thorns of Christ
And here by fat they stole the command
Broken heart to the inquisition's hand
Depart now your Isis and Diana
Succumb to this a worship of stone
To the virgin pray
For your sisters have no salvation
Dammed they say be Magdalene Eve
Such sinful opression shall walk with thee
Let shame beset and be thy burden
Never hence by our decree will you stand again in union
In barren lands they did sequester their tyranny
And hidden amongst you a scar so bitter in time
And by foul and twisted philosophy
Come with promise and redemptions prejudice
To break you from your bloodlines
Where once the pagan made a cross of stars
And by the heavens wrote their mysticism
To be humbled at the feet of woman
Life so tenderly given to raising up the son of man
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 a Neptune kind of guy;?
your mother and I?
know you were born in a Hospital in Islington, London.?
Mum had low blood pressure -?
you nearly killed her?
as you made your way?
to the surface of her ocean.?
You grew up, more beautiful year after year.?
Yesterday you phoned saying?
you were losing your powers;?
I had to inform you that being very pregnant?
you were now ready to ascend to your celestial thrown?
and that I do hope the new baby?
(even though the royal blood of a million interstellar gods?
flows through your veins),?
will not look like me.
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 place; as part of
This Primary Bloodline!
A a child of the Supreme
Ruler of this Universe!
(Timothy A.Edward)
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 am declared as her daughter.
This crown upon my head
shows you who I became.
I shall follow in her footsteps,
and I will shine as her descendant.
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 is the man who's next in line.
Your ancestors were brave and stalwart people.
Your father was a hero tried and true.
Your grandparents were good and honest people,
And now they've passed the torch along to you.
How they lived their lives is done and over.
Their deeds are theirs and theirs alone.
How you live your life is now what matters.
What matters now is what seeds you have sown.
Will others now be glad that they have known you?
Will family be proud you are their own?
It matters not what be your heritage.
It's the name that you have earned all on your own.
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 to seed,
where it sprouts grow evil deeds.
The prince of darkness comes to bloom
and all of Eden is consumed.
Nothing grows but dread and fear
in this morbid atmosphere.
His servants are the kings and queens
who bathe in his latrine.
Please do not have any qualms
to rid the world of this harm.
Free the earth of all of them
and make the planet safe again.
You don’t need guns to make them fall
the light of truth will slay them all.
If war worked there would be peace.
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
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
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 life has always been harder since she left the farm
we’ve already lived our lives each of us lives another
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 were Daddy's eyes’
became a chorus to a song
It was the source of all his fame
His Daddy’s heartfelt refrain
Look into a mirror, mother had said
,both Daddy & Granpa..you will see
Eyes grey-blue,ever -love-filled for thee.
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
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 to pray
He studied hard and long
What colour were Daddy's eyes
Became a chorus to his song
It was the source of all his fame
What colour were Daddy's eyes
Yet stayed his heartfelt refrain
Look into a mirror,true she said
Daddy & Granpa..you will see
Eyes grey-blue...love-filled for thee & me.
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