#ancestry
magnatized minds
deep erosion blood rivers
ancient pathways
sedimentary stardust
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
Horses drum the earth,
hooves strike fire, hooves strike dust.
Wheels creak, canvas snaps,
wind whispers secrets we must trust.
Hands hover—tea leaves spin,
crystals catch the sun,
cards flip, palms reveal
what the world cannot hold.
Blood hums hidden roads,
brotherhood shadows, secret codes,
magic flows in veins,
fire alive in every stride.
I am the caravan’s echo,
smoke, cards, palms, wind, dust.
Child of shadowed paths,
keeper of secrets,
blood of magic,
and in this blood,
I am whole.
I am free.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
It’s the jewels of genetics,
A poignant reminder of ***** matter,
As it trickles down hill onto my head,
I fear that I’m not at the bottom,
But a ridge with many below.
A derivative of sobs and sorrows,
One tragedy after the next,
Like many before, passing along the torch,
Belting operatic Soprano with bravado,
The show must go on but for whom?
We get what we give to the descendants,
A legacy of fables with no lesson learned,
To be cursed by the lack of knowing,
Or the universe aiming to antagonize,
All of whom that shares my blood.
Is it the bad that finds the weak,
Or is it the weak that consumes the good,
Washing away the glory of goodness,
As God bows his head in contempt,
For all that we take for granted.
A peasant bunch that wallows,
Schemers that claim nobility and honor,
Love is but a chore or a duty to serve,
A rite of passage rooted in misery,
Thanks to… who or what?
The butterflies fly far away,
As the tornado whirls against their wind,
Unbeknownst to them,
It was their wings that caused this storm,
Incapable of preventing its destruction.
In time, that clock will stop ticking,
And what am I do now?
Is it the inevitable realization,
That what they did poorly,
Was the failed attempt at brotherhood.
My tears are shed with shame,
As my keepers appear to be at blame,
For all that was failed to keep tame,
Through the course of this ancestral game,
We showcase our mediocrity all the same.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
She met him on a bridge.
I do believe we love at first sight,
Since we “see” the person within the first 30 seconds,
But that is beside the point—
I think that they were pondering on diving,
Not knowing whether the water was cold.
I’d like to believe
That they saved one another
On that bridge,
Bringing my ancestors together,
In a loving embrace,
Or, even, a kiss, too.
Or just a hand
Leading them
Off from the edge of a bridge
And in-love.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
_An opening statement:_
"I am the son of a son— who son a son from the sweat of forefathers,
working under the sun. And I’ve lived my days under a sun of my
own— so depressed, that often my depression became a weapon
against my depression.
_In a deeper sense_—
I am senseless to the touch of what’s called real, to sense less of love,
raised on fantasy, but starved by reality. My expression comes and
goes— words that soar, then swoop, pecking and clawing, a bird in
season, a vulture to its own despair— feeding on misplaced hopes.
_Yet I remember the soil I came from,_
I am a son of a son of that son— when one sun sets, another shall rise.
Born to burn, born to light; knowing even the blind can feel it's shine.
For though the weight of the world rests on my crown, I am still my
father’s dawn— the morning they prayed would come.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
If these walls could talk,
many stories will unfold,
From the past, present and future,
Is history being told!!
Just look around and just see,
The Vintage, and the quality,
of how long things have lasted,
To this day, is well kept beautifully!!
A House that's of the old,
a lineage, from way back when,
for many generations have come and gone,
that has so much history within!!
If these walls could talk,
they would tell you,
about your ancestral, historical past,
It is now passed down to your era,
So, that your Ancestry will Last!!
B.R.
Date: 5/10/2025
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
As I drive along the country side
I see that everything when white
And then the days are short
It’s 2 pm….but the sun is setting
Soon it will be night and in that dismal
Sunset
I see a silhouette of farming equipment
It remained me of my ancestral homeland
The vast and dismal wastes of siberia
And Central Asia!
For know I am in the land of the dead!
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 3:13 AM UTC
I am multi coloured
As in multiethnic
For I am arab,
Chechen, Roma,
And central Asian
Himalayan and Uighur
But that has been me since
I always all over the ****
M
A
P
That is my DNA
Hence I am multicoloured
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 12:47 PM UTC
I consider my existence a series of soul ties.
They are not just to any old dead
And they share something other than
what science said they did
A birthright, a lineage
A path of light, or shadow
They passed down pieces of their soul
Comprised of the souls that came before them
So I think it's more than DNA
or DNA is more than science
And science is more than what it says
Sometimes I forget
Because I see breathing blood
And it's not in a vacuum
And its not all blood
But then I remember
How she wanted to be a career woman
Or how another spoke Spanish
Or how he wrote a book left unpublished
Strange and magical, beautiful
While tired, hidden, and creating
Just as I am
Tired of conjugation, childless,
and writing
I consider my existence a series of soul ties
An inheritance of affinities
A set of dreams bursting to break through.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC
The upper branches
Of the Family Tree
Are visible.
I'm not near the base
Where I used to be.
There are fewer branches above;
And as I move there's
More and less to love.
Some limbs above have broken,
Suffered drought and heat
Through the elements of life.
But the trunk is true, strong,
Stalwart and flexible
As the lineage of its rings,
These expanding circles of life.
And above,
The transplanted branches
Were rooted with love.
Sprouts apppear below,
As further up I go.
And my limbs
Are moving slow.
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC
Home is calling
I hear it's voice
It's arms wide open
An African embrace
I smell the grass
Feel the soil on my feet
My focus on home
Runs so so deep
The warmth, the freedom
The people, the trees,
Africa is calling
Like a song in the breeze
My roots are grounded
So firmly planted
A long time before
Colonialism started
I see jacarandas
I hear hyenas
Joyful singing
Dancing till morning
The wide smiles
Cheerful eyes
Ubuntu is everything
Under these skies
The sun is glowing
On a wide African sky
Insects chirping
As the sun says goodbye
From all over Africa
Came my people
To my tiny land
Of my heritage
I'm there in spirit
I dream every night
Ask ancestors to guide me
Back home when the time is right
To sit with the baobab
To feel the connection
Something so deep
In my soul, a protection
To go back in time
At mighty Magelies
Sit in silence
In the area of our birthplace
The cradle of humankind
Is not just a name
It's real, still there
A place from where we all came
As old as the hills
An English saying
Well here you can feel it
These hills have seen everything
The warmth
The safety
The love
The humility
And my motherland
Isolated, alone,
A jewel in the ocean
Where few of us call home
I feel the longing
To be back
With my brothers and sisters
My soul is black
Nothing fills the void
Of our heritage calling
Africa, St Helena,
Calling and calling
Africa is ours
St Helena is mine
Those not visited
Won't understand
My roots are firm......
Nomkhumbhulwa 🍀
Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 11:29 AM UTC
"And he created out of one man every nation of men, to dwell upon the entire surface of the earth, and he decreed the appointed times and set limits of the dwelling of man." (Acts 17: 26) (New World Translation Study Edition)
When I look in the mirror, a doughty warrior, an oracle, an Olympian gazes back at me. The caramel-tinge of my skin tells of the colored pedigree from whence I came. Every ebony-tendril that bursts from my epidermis is as impregnable as the Sacred Lotus.
The history of my Mind's Sky has been tried by the Ancient African Sun of my ancestors. It is my hope, that I have passed the trials decreed by the ordinances of the Moon & Sun. Moreover, the Arbiter of Fates, Jah, dawns upon our fleshly vessel at each twilight, assaying our entities. (Isaiah 60: 19, 20) (New World Translation Study Edition)
So many intrepid souls have compassed me about. The Chalice of my Heart burgeons with esprit d' amour. The meaning of life is ne' er about intellect, is ne' er about achievement, is in part, about creativity; wholly, about Love. (John 13: 34, 35) (New World Translation Study Edition) For this reason, strength cascades upon me every moment as I witness the brilliance, the resilience of my beneficent matriarch, Stacy Amanda Foulke.
In life, I have learned that being a person of color in America is not only a wonderful privilege, but a responsibility. Why? The afflictions brought upon this skin only make it glisten brighter after convalescence. Our people have suffered inordinately so, but this is conducive to cultivating surpassing empathy. Therefore, I believe that history, as begotten through the colored legacy, shall be one of ultimate victory.
If and only if, we unfetter ourselves from the onerous burdens of the past, then Monarchical Wings shall burgeon from our Astral Chrysalis. "For though the tribulation is momentary and light, it works out for us a glory that is of more and more surpassing weight and is everlasting." (1st Corinthians 4: 17) (New World Translation Study Edition) Se' lah.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 6:54 PM UTC
That time I stepped out
And felt a pull deep inside
As ancients drew my breath,
Asked not to neglect their presence
These ghosts of ages past
These ancestral spirits I knew before my birth
A past
Past
All memories
Muscle snd bone memories
Formed but not informed
A peculiar déjà vu.
Were these to be my late counsel?
Guiding me, cleansing me
As I traversed this new path?
I know them awhile
Assailing me for dismissing them then.
I shout to them as winter approaches.
That I wasn’t ready…
It took all my strength
To lift my arm
And wave goodbye.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
Time weathered it
Worn by salt and wind
A testament to man and sea
And the sheer determination to survive.
Boats come in and out with the tides
Waves unrelenting...
Remember your roots
As the sea ravishes over rock.
There are few who stop to care,
But there is stillness to be found here
There is a magic in these misty cliffs
As the water crashes onto rockface
Sending turrets of spray into the air
And spiney fingers cascading down.
A race to reunite.
The ocean moves...
A lobster *** buoy bobs up and down
The cliff erodes, ever so slowly
Seagulls sit on a cliff edge
perhaps resting, i do not know
A wave passes by
Teetering on the edge of explosion
I do not see it break as it passes out of view.
The surging ocean delights me
Dancing over rock
Having no care for destruction
Safety or form
It moves as it must
As it sees fit
Taking the best and only path.
Accepting its new form
in each moment
Giving life, Taking life
It cares not.
It must only move and this it knows
You are welcome, but beware
Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 2:54 PM UTC
At dusk near
Sunset and night fall
I see I farmers Field
Look barren as the talklamakan desert
In the middle of autumn
I think of my ancestors
From east Turkestan
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
A vintner of aged leaves in the wine-press of the sun,
Thin-skinned like the lucent grapes from the vine-runs
Of the island trellises and teal-cordoned waves, lowest slung
Fruit-laden bough of sky, Sicily, whose ateliers of rolled cigarettes
And uprolled sleeves like tides tease smoke into studio paints,
The black apple wine of storm made into mouthfuls of pulp rain,
Before the sunrise is gathered again in fishing nets and crab pots,
The coastal towns with their salted roofs of pied clay and pigeons
Along the lava stone streets, and night from the chanteuse of Egypt,
Singing her coral to heron, as when her bird-like barefooted slaves
Left tracks across Old Kingdom wastes, so this dreaming old man
Leaves his wrinkles to these grapes and across the sand-island pillow,
Asleep with his fathers, hay-hauling peasants of wandering darkness.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 8:02 PM UTC
Our family tree
Woah is me
Has termites
No pictures to prove
Who is who
Boo hoo hoo
Should it matter
Would it make us sadder
If we searched the history of us
Would we find
We are royalty
Or just of the toilet seat
We might find the dad
Who went away
Or was just led astray
Find the town
We are from
Exact locations say some
A can
Of worms
Or just deserts
Do we have to know
Will it make us
Grow
Maybe all we need
Is these little seeds
Of us now to plant
The small tree
Start fresh
Of just you and me
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
a sire
of Oliver
is spring
in Baganda
with carafe
here might
muse the
daughter in
craft and
slaughter now
leader for
features incumbent
in the
sprawl of
louche theatrics
to vanish
in mire
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
genealogy
family tree treasure hunt—
come to your census
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Can I find you past Mount Hua,
After crossing Cao’e River,
Through the fields of Longkou,
Will I be walking for long?
Sat, waiting for the train to go
To take me where I am supposed to be
Head pressed against the cold window
I want that seat.
Lost among the frames
And paths between stones
You should be somewhere among
The busy laying down of flowers
I want to know
A fickle not fitting anywhere
A missing piece,
Just wandering.
Who do I owe my existence to.
Who brought me here.
I would kneel down to you
And offer my deepest gratitude
Tired of floating up in the air
Just whisked around by the wind.
The tree with roots is stronger
The clouds so lonely.
Breezing by, the single leaf
Stuck in this one state
I’ll walk alone with my two legs
Don’t worry, I’ll continue to go
But where are you?
The people who came before me
Blocks of my past
You’re going too far
I’m lost.
This voice,
The voice formed
Trying to reach out
It’s calling out
It can’t let go,
Where it came from.
Every sunshine,
Every storm,
It surrounds us
Brings us to life.
I’ll always look up
And see it like you.
Going past Mount Hua
Alone among the clouds
Who put me here
I want to know.
I’ll travel long
And so far,
I’ve been walking for long.
I’ll put my respects
Will you see me
I won’t be disappointed
I’ll lay down everything
Just to have my place.
Left away
Those a part of me
I’m walking through the path
But where are you?
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
Parade of bones, ride high
Filling up the whole sky,
Past where my hands can't reach.
Bleached by sun and twisting,
Hanging like chimes singing.
Dance on, something like free.
You'll be gone tomorrow,
Split and cracked for marrow,
Pouring out your lifeblood.
Down below, the living
Never got forgiving,
And it sure ain't easy.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
My Dakota plains
Broken by clusters of trees
That surround farms
Connected by black thin lines
Draped between poles
That follow roads
Or a shortcut across fields
On giant steel mannequins
Standing watch over
Corn, beans, sunflower
Or cows or horses
Or sheep
On My Dakota prairie
With rich black dirt
That feed crops
And sustain our towns
Our clusters of life
Our family and self.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
It smells just like her
It smells just like the woman who taught my mother to raise me
The woman who comforted me when it stormed
The woman who taught me to appreciate my German heritage
I miss her . . .
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
I go the land
Of my ancestors
The Himalayas
To bet with my brethren
And hope to find love
And enlightenment
As the prayer flags fly
I smile.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC