#kin
God is with us and God is love
Who showers blessings from above,
happy are they that look to Him
for He's their foremost Next of Kin.
God is with you and God is love
showering blessings from above,
happy are you who stay with Him
for He's your dearest Next of Kin.
God is with me and God is love
He showers blessings from above,
happy am I and keep to Him
for He's my knowing Next of Kin.
God is everywhere with His love
and showers blessings from above;
happiness is a gift from Him
for He's our loving Next of Kin.
God's in everything that we love
hiding with blessings from above
which he showers if we seek Him
and find to be our Next of Kin.
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC
I didn’t ask to be mourned
By those I share blood
The kin I loved so deep
My childhood idols
A distant memory
Regret sleeps
With discarded tales
Stamped by
Strangers who
I called
Home
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 7:58 PM UTC
He saw him a long way off,
And threw down all constructs; contempt,
“The other” out there that we scorn,
the fragmented kin,
Instead, open arms ~ he showed us how ~ to welcomed him,
The foreigner within —
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
While I watch you slip away,
My reflection peeks from behind
I see me in that look
Your puffy eyes,
Your flushed face
Are you ever going to talk to me?
You’re too young to shed that blood
Too young to lose that spark
Still so young that your voice cracks,
Still so young that your hair’s blonde
While I watch life break you,
My heart is wrapped in flames
By blood I want to heal you
My blood, by our shared name
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC
Evil people hide in familiar shades,
They morph their wicked skin,
To look the likes of us,
And not their monstrous kin.
They write like a human,
Speaking in themes we recognize as light,
To the point no one knows how they lie,
So who knows how many walk among us.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
They shed no tears as the bridges burned
A lingering stench of phantosmia remains
No pouncet box can mask the memories
Their shame leaks through guilty pores
By Darren Wall ©
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC
We have to dismantle nuclear power
To win war has to begin
Ask blake Gods Country
For me an you to be free of tax
We need to stop printing money
Moneys flamable its a demon
Myspace taught code
Same facebook code
They placed fake media
Now they are in control
You are far from control
They **** us
They hunt us
And
They **** us
Tesla gave free wireless power
A motor can breathe oxygen
You are lied to
We dont need forests
You **** yourself slowly
Why
You cant see
You dont invest
You are silent
Knowing you die
15 trillion a day is usa oil
If we dont use it not from electric
Rem thats free
No more dollar
You will continue to risk your life
An possibly die
Yes we are pure
Yes we are correct
But rem
I am your eyes your silent sleep
Without me china like kfc
Bread an butter russia is bombing
Fertile crescent
I am czar by blood
Yall dont know power
I die like you but i wrote it 1st
And its me
All me
100% trade is me
Thats me an you
I rep you
Ww1 ww2 zack ww3 guess
Zack
But real this time
Charge
We dropping big 1s
Heil king earth Z
Kin
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 10:34 PM UTC
you attract more flies with honey
like moths, to a flame, you bug me
ready for hot humid summer days
ready to have my picnics by the lake
my family I have crafted, my kin in essence
my family I have drafted, my purest expression
truest of true, brightest of blues,
chatter filled dinners, loved filled rooms
I prayed for times like this, the flowers in bloom
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 10:00 AM UTC
I’m not so thoughtful
When it comes to plastic bags
Wrapping around lampposts,
Sneering through the leaves
Thoughtless as a buckled leaflet;
Advertised for kin
I kick it in a circus of payouts,
Reflecting all my dues
One day it will return,
Latent and breaking.
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 6:40 PM UTC
Every so often glows a fine light,
ebbing life with a unique frequency,
us, arranged as beacons set to ignite,
signalling our love and humanity.
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
These words againts no one,
except me
Mind your own pleasure,
dont convince the other
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Where oh where is it in me
you still reside,
where is it you still hide,
irony in it's full stride
sees an outsider
on the mirror's inside.
I am but a corpse of our dead kin,
this is how it has always been
and always will be.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 3:29 AM UTC
there once was a land that was rich with things
everything working with no broken swings
about 4 years ago it started to fail
the spirit of the nation was turning quite pale
some thought it was good and just went along
others were appalled and knew it was wrong
what was the reason many of us asked
it appears that our rights are questioned and tasked
we rambled about and fought from within
losing some friends and a few of our kin
we need this to change we said in a vote
but the man at the top, he started to gloat
he ate up the laws and turned into a grinch
casting people about and not giving an inch
we elected in another to take on the task
to cast the grinch out and peel off his mask
well grinch wouldn't budge and sent out his saps
to alter results and further the collapse
what do we do, can we take on more ****
I for one am just done, and the grinch has to quit....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 319
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
Kin
by Michael R. Burch
O pale, austere moon,
haughty beauty ...
what do we know of love,
or duty?
Keywords/Tags: moon, pale, austere, haughty, beauty, goddess, love, kin, kinship, duty
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack ...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?
Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound ...
when we also haunt
the unhallowed ground?
Keywords/Tags: Halloween, skeleton, pale, haunt, grave, graveyard, unhallowed, ground, thin, kin, frighten, frightening, scary, horror, terror, slack, flesh, fleshless, bone, bony, unsound, haunting
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 5:19 AM UTC
tizzop is the lover of
a single mother
years ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor
when you think of tizzop:
think of your last
déjà vu and what you
felt
think of early immigration:
the german belt
tizzop: a combination of
people lovin/people hatin'
pride of a nation yet
last letter standing in a
poem without ending
long time ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor
tizzop hungry; he asked for
food while slowly taking his hat off
to my mom; she delighted since she
saw into the eyes of a warrior acting
quite politely
then tizzop fainted and fell on
the floor obviously he was starving
mom fried some chicken
later at the table tizzop gobbled
bonez'n'skin;
the more i looked at tizzop's
traits the way he moved his
cheeks and chewed his food
i sensed that we were
kin
nobody talked: familiar
silence filled the room
the more i looked at tizzop's
bossy smile and his
black teeth i was
reminded of something
like the déjà vu of a
déjà vu
strong connection between
tizzop and me: he
stayed at our place and soon became
my brother
little by little mom turned him
into her lover
wanted to **** him but
didn't
**** it this poem gotz to be
hidden
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
kinder to kidnap
expand on the family
to have crime in bind
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
surprise surprise I read between the lines,
gobbling up the bread crumbs youse guys leave in;
yours and hers in the edible empty spaces and
hints and clues from other lines from other places
grew up in a family of storytellers, historians and book writers:
we did not play Scrabble in my house; was too contentious,
and besides, someone excelled in literary obscura and
Ancient Poets,
which made it most unfaira
instead we read the dictionary for fun and
broke into the unlocked local library at night,
were called The Borrowers in our little town,
I think affectionately
The FBI employed my momma,
the Original Literary Profiler,
cause she could see the signature of the same writer,
no matter how many names or disguises he tried,
in everything they had written
the skill was transferred genetically,
which is visible in all my escapades poetically:
I live here under many names so superciliously,
but I never have yet, fooled myself^
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
My fingertips graze the softly lit sky, ripping through clouds made upon my arrival.
For I am a guest of most divinity, chosen by the one who will make me holy.
Wings spanning wide at the hips, keep me up through the pink dying backdrop of above.
The world below unseen to anyone, unwanted by anyone.
My halo is missing, I cannot find it, I cannot see the truth without it.
The sky draws dark now, illuminated with friendly regard now visit with intent to seek the unseen.
The pale glow from dusk now settles to a sheet of dark.
I am here, I am alone, I am holy.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
3
Blood brothers,
equal in blood,
fathered by the music of love.
Each is perfect,
different in style,
all born from an act of love.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
Everyday I swear is a hassle to just get up,
but it never stopped you from getting the mountains.
I cry and whine but really I'm just walking my mile for the first time.
Though my shoes are already,
seems like my gear is always falling off.
Trying so hard to keep it steady
I look at your directions on what you did but can't seem to see how you did it.
I see you napping on the bench
Right where he used to let watch cars go by.
His bus finally picked him up
So you decided to take his place and take a break.
So while you rest and replan your task's
I'll be on the side calling out your name.
Cause you set an example and set a route for me.
I'll run my course and set it out right
Pass the torch and send the map
Rest,
Can,
Man,
I will make this right so they can run their course with a guide.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
Some things the soul does not share
In writings or with friend
Thought and emotion so bare
Held back from even the closest of kin
Kept secret for the soul itself
Sub rosa, collecting dust on a shelf
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
"Chin chin chinny
Chinny is in love
in love
with whom?
one might ask!
In love with life it's plain to see
also in love with me!*
~~~~~
~unto forever"
across the miles time and space mind soul heart
belly, thighs
and in the midst
spirit breaths of life
yours and mine joined live.
~~~
~All rights reserved.~
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
If you are family we have common kin.
If you are friend we have common acquittance.
Best friend, we have common friends.
Stranger, We have nothing in common.
So who do I turn to, with troubles in my circles.
For none who understand can truly keep my thoughts.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC