The Blood on the hands of My Family Tree

*Blood, as thick as the syrup that runs deep in the veins of the family tree

The roots based on generations of growth and development, like the many generations that flow within me

The many scars of growing up, memories of the bark in which our own tree carries

The members of our family, like leaves hanging on the branches, each having grown in their own times, experiencing their own rustling and windstorms

A collection of many species, all based on the same piece of nature

Some with needles – sharp and prickly; others like autumn leaves, vibrant and colorful

Some even falling from the tree in shame and ugly deadness, long before the tree itself will ever hit the ground

Will my family tree ever find its way back to the earth in which all good things grow – and yet continue to return to when they die? Or will the tree flourish on for eons, destined to bear the earth with new saplings every 20 years, allowing the lineage of roots in which travels through the soil in which we talk, and the dirt in which we kick

Are we nothing, if not a continuation of nature itself? An expansion of the family tree that has stood tall and proud, bearing fruits of flavor and leaves of death and branches of new potential at a brand new bearing?

Only the true tale can be found amidst the many cells in the blood that flows as thick as the syrup that flows through these veins, laden with taste and the potential to be the greatest there is, known best by the flavor of the name left on the tongue of those who speak our names – the way they would drink a glass of water, or eat a piece of bread made from the wheat harvested by the very tool born from the wood carved out of our family tree.*

Jupiter.Morgan

I have had many poems and short stories stowed away in my computer in the hopes that one day I might be able to unleash them on the world and get the ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ and ‘this is lame’ from those who may finally read them – hence where we are now! The only problem is that I wasn’t aware at the start, that it must be 600+ words, so now you’ll get little side notes at the end of each one so that I may fill in that word gap. Yes yes, I know, we’re all sighing of boredom. We’ll just have to get over ourselves now won’t we.

Anyway, being a poet and big on words, I have always found new ways to put words together – very often through emotional times – to create poems and short stories and, most of all, music. I have always been a writer, it’s just been a natural gift granted upon me by the Gods that steer my fate, and I have done well enough to hone and enhance this skill. They call me a silver tongue for the way I speak at times, and how well I am when it comes to words – hence my aspiration to be a music artist and a motivation speaker.

Putting all that out there, this particular metaphorical poem was created off the top of my head, for my little brother’s English assignment. Everyone comes to me for the big English/writing assignments or speeches that they need done and, being me, I comply. Why not? I have the talent and the ability to do so. I mean hey, the kid got a %90+ for his mark of this one so I must have done something right. Enjoy.