Poetic Bloodlines
One night God came to me in a dream
With a scheme that seemed to be out of this world
He approached me and opened his robe and showed me
A hypodermic needle, in the shape of a pen
And my first reaction was to step back fast
But then God grabbed me and said
Slow down my child
I’ve got a job for you to do and with a
Burst of light god grabbed my arm and said
I mean you no harm and he
Pushed the pen in and it filled my arteries
And god chartered me to write some new hits
Some true hits, something just for you hits
And when I was done with part one
God said write some part two hits
He injected me with Billie’s blues and the muse
Of Langston Hughes and God said
You’ve acquired some of the tools in the schools
You’ve been attending but now it’s time to stop pretending
And he started sending into my blood stream the poetic feats
Of John Keats and the published greats of W.B Yeats
And just when I thought God was through, he started slipping me hits
Of Maya Angelou; God asked do you know what I handed you
And my response was no, and God said let me show
And he continued to fill my veins the same way he had been
Giving me a fix of Emily Dickinson and my blood stream seemed to scream
As God gave me the liquidated literary genius of W.E.B
And I got lost between doses of Robert Frost and my eyes got blurry
In a Flurry and I was no longer seeing him but I could feel
Emerson and Tennyson and Stevenson and God said you won’t get far
Without Paul Lawrence Dunbar and you can’t start spittin
Until I’ve given you Whitman and God kept filling me
And it felt like he was killing me and I closed my arm tight
And he snapped it back open and screamed you’re not yet ready to write
He said tonight has just begun; everything is alright my son
You see I need you; I use poetry to teach people
The world I’ve created has been overrun by ignorant thinking
And I need Poets to take the world back and break the curse
Now unbend your arm so I can give you William Wordsworth
And Again the pen was shoved in my veins and god grabbed the reigns
And as if I was a mule he said I’ll use you as my tool, and plow the fields
With you
Fulfilling empty mind’s needs, while planting knowledge seeds
No longer will it be a flourishing mind, for malnourishing minds
I want you to make intelligence a law because ignorance is a crime
Now I need you to go, and reap what you sow.
While captivating minds like Edgar Allan Poe
I gave you the wings, so now fly like the Raven
This world needs saving
Feel free to fight off your fears
Because they’ll disappear within this injection of my tears
Which contains the remains of good things gone, and new things to come
Beyond the new dawn, you’re the next
In the blood line of greats; you are a Poet
You command the attention of large groups; you ready the troops
For evolution. You write words that can commend or condemn
Turn boys into men, make other poets push pens
Because you are a Poet; think of all the good things poets have accomplished
And when the writing gets rough hold onto your pen and don’t drop this
Always take time in your mind to reflect back on the fact that you are the next
To step forth, from a Poetic Bloodline.
