Tracing Past IV

May 2017
Fighting
Fleeing
Finding hope
Reason To
Try to stand
Standing
Up
On A rock
that is spinning
Fast
And faster still
In infinite space
A speck of dust

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Tracing Past II

May 2017
Finding roots
of ancestors
uprooting,
dredging,
supplanting,
shooting,
maiming,
reading,
covering
revising,
stealing
pounding,
Plowing,
shaping
hunting
eradicating
crosspollenating,
banning,
ruling,
Regulating,
Challenging,
shackling,
hoping
teaching
lifting
falling,
covering
crawling,
Subjectively, empirically
rationalizing
Cause, effect
Affect,
Questioning, answering
Learning
Morals,
Morale.

Tracing Past I*

May 2017
Novice genealogist
tracing back decades,
Centuries traveling
Through ancestry
search and check
see map names shifting,
like platonic masses,
nations forming
Imploding, exploding,
political heat melting
meta
physical,
social,
spiritual,
living structures
living documents
living beings.

*Note: I have become the self-taught genealogist trying to trace my family’s roots in the US, and prior to immigration to the United States of America (some hundreds of years ago, some more recent). This 4 part poem is based on the things I have come to learn about my family paths here, and the political and social historical events that led them all to the US. It’s an experience that I think more people should try to do (though I realize it’s not something everyone has the information to do so with), it makes it easier to understand why things have come to pass in more recent years, as well as to feel more human, in the reality of what we take for granted, and how different things once were, for the ancestors we learn about. I aim not to place value judgement on the individuals who were my ancestors, because they were still human, good, bad, or otherwise, they had their qualities that genealogy does not allow us to necessarily see. But, I am able to appreciate better the world events that shaped their lives, and as a result my own; as well as be more empathetic to others on their own life paths, now.

Identity

February 17, 2005
Lost to me
Are a thousand yesterdays,
Lost to me are the words
Foreign to the tongue
While familiar to the ear,
Lost to me are my peoples
The ones that stare back
In pictures of the past,
Lost to me
Is the life,
The nature,
The heart of a land,
I am too far from to call my own,
Lost to me are dreams of unity,
Dreams of peace,
Prosperity,
Liberty,
Acceptance,
Lost to me are the names,
The voices,
Faces,
Lost to me is a lineage
I can claim,
Lost to me is another world
Another way,
Label me,
But can you take way
The never knowing
Where you have come from?
Living as if the past had never been,
Lost to me is my identity,
As the child of a line
that is lost to me.

Titans

March 16, 2016

We are Titans
Born of and dubbed,
the name.
Meek and small
We may seem
Voices quiet
But we are braves.

Untold stories line
The pages of our minds
tell tales of
the battles waged,
the deeds done,
the monsters wrestled.

We remain stoic,
unknown soldiers,
weighted still; still.

Unnoticed yet,
but standing out;
as titans
our name remains.