#kinship
The almost-transparent azure
looked south to
the almost-full moon descending
from Hukun Mount peak. Morning sun ascending.
Up the hill we walked.
None of the tombstones' alone;
each has a young pine by its side, evergreen.
A grounded hush
shook every whisper, noise, and thought.
Kneeing, I’m transfixed
by something I couldn’t name, yet I could feel
the six lit incenses in my hands
were lifting our spirit up until it reached the sky.
Speciousness.
Grandfather, in that blue grace you reside.
We pressed our hands and prayed in silence
while grandmother murmured her chant.
I sensed
a thread of grief,
a recurrent of wish.
Whom is the prayer for?
Besides connection to the dead,
isn’t it also—if not more—about consolation
for the living?
Sparkling flames.
Mourning faces.
Smoke rose in wind while
embers refused to remember
the weight of fire
before I could unlearn
the weight of kinship.
The heated air
distorting a contour,
disorienting a hand.
I looked away.
When the ritual suddenly terminated,
my body left with the crowd but
my mind tarried in the graveyard.
For sentience may stay or fade in just another trance,
I drowned in the unheard dirge—
None of the tombstones' alone;
each has a young pine by its side, evergreen.
Evergreen.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
Sometimes we're friends, sometimes we're more than friends, sometimes were strangers that don't talk, sometimes it's as if we don't exist in the same universe, sometimes it's as if you're all that matters and the world disappears around you, I managed to lace my tongue and low and behold.
How much did I really love you?
I loved you without seeing you🥹
I loved you without touching you🤍
I loved you without smelling you 🤭
I loved you without meeting you 😘
I loved you from afar 🐾
I love you for your soul, not your body✨
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
They were born of glass four shards in bloom,
A boy, two girls, then dusk’s last plume.
A house once held their laughter tight,
Till fate collided wrong with right.
Steel kissed steel, and silence screamed,
Two souls erased, two dreams unseamed.
The cradle cracked, the walls grew thin,
And strangers bought the blood within.
One sold to silk, one sold to shame,
One wore a badge, one lost his name.
They wandered near, yet knew not kin,
Their roots erased beneath their skin.
A mother’s love, a borrowed lie,
A party mask, a hollow eye.
She danced for men who broke her grace,
While daughters drowned in silent space.
One touched by hands that should not dare,
One blamed for truth too raw to bear.
One drove the wheel, one wore the crown,
Yet none could see the blood run down.
The eldest searched with fractured breath,
To stitch the seams of scattered death.
But destiny, that cruel disguise,
Kept every answer veiled in lies.
They should have grown in garden light,
But bloomed in shadow, out of sight.
One moment tore their world apart
A crash, a cry, a shattered heart.
So let us hold what time can break,
Each breath, each bond, for memory’s sake.
For life’s a thread, not iron-spun
And glassborn souls can still outrun
The silence.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
Impale and gut me until I cough up the last of my wilting pansies,
Hack at the bark of my bones until they cease,
If need be, I'll listen to each word of your tirade,
Let my body take the blows to suffice yours with aid,
I'll let your sirens song of projection take me, full force,
Yes, I'm aware, it'll only end in the crucifixion of my walking corpse,
Indulge in mutilating me with the bullets of your throat,
I'll smile, looking down the barrel, even if the pistol of your tongue is no gloat,
Even when each sentence tears my tendons, I'll gladly let it lurch deeper into my innards,
I'll welcome a stream of crimson when my organs still sob blood afterwards,
I'll make space for the landfill in the core of my vessel,
If it makes you content, I'll plant your anguish in my soil, let it nestle,
Rips in my neck, I still I want you, have your sanctuary,
Rot the embers of my heart, you'll finally get your fantasy,
Don't shed worry for me,
It never hurt.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:32 PM UTC
Instinct (and the candor it took)
Kiss me when the intentions are ripe
Longevity is a toothsome notion, as if a guiding music
Has the voice to carry, a welfare from here to sun's light
The seen sought, a voice with more than a lip
Of a marvel meant, and deemed a friend?
To the fate we stir, with all of a hosts extravagance, a wit
Of summary heed, to a lived example, praying to be lent
Caught in a hushed tone, the truth...?
Is for any who would listen, a stone of charisma...?
Caring but for the our of decision, we have let a youth
Become the notoriety of since, and a charity of weal to say:
I grow a fruit, with kindness in mind
Tense and awkward, a hope of sincerity's homage to choose
Between a holier water that laud has to rhyme
Or an earthen seclusion of devotions, if may is to be few
Blow and service to an ideal, a harrowed simplicity to vaunt
The gifts of are, a might the fate of all who came
Or is a wealth its own reward, the other opinion in a song?
With babbling lips, and an echo of hearts, the irony of same...
A course of decision, in the name of solidarity
Sent to effused, if not enthusiasm of coping with worth
As a herald of powers and judged same, as the doting charity
We made the privilege, of a prowess in cares, that is many certain
Heed a friend when they are somber, and justice will come
See a friends need becomes the letter of sigh's, and decency is a gift
Keep a friends shadow in reach, and they will know more than home
Heathen a friends smile, here and now a shared eye will lift
Totals of serendipity?
And the quasi focus, of life on knowledge
With a realm to its unction, the reality of another candid liberty
Has become us, the timid and guaranteed forth, of persuasion come of kinds tenuous age
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
Just the peace, the least
Of a lesson in gray seem...
Care for any of a mere in is...?
The pasts day come by a heart to win...
Places we played, we fated with a new passion
To call upon what we knew, for a deeds many
In held today, the common with the lasting
Of a smiling friend, that has the voice to lend any...
Heard in a clash with silence's blessing
Today is a merit in keeping style
Through a moment alone, we saw the hour we are giving
Have the affect of heeding the same, still powers, all the while...
Mercy in a roll of thunder...
Time with a being sit of earn, to know a charity to burn...
Sacrifice and learning, dealt the blow of wonder...
Sameness of a presence of mind, with shyness to churn...
Final guarantee of a simple care, in the hands of life's appetite?
Here to say, and know a seldom in the name of comparison
A snapped finger has its way of settling an argument, a fight
With itself, and the world of other's, without mercy on the run...
Cares of vice, within the range of your ears...
Patience in kind, if strength has a say...
Lucid forces to intone, a way amid pain and fears...
And wholly fated shame, we almost missed for nix, that just learned how to pray...
Aug 19, 2023
Aug 19, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
tis a perfect summer evening. a blood shot moon inches across the night sky in the city of sin. the sage and the enchantress sit at an outdoor cafe under a lantern lit tent exchanging life stories, as a vintage bottle of ‘82 margaux loses its virginity.
she could’ve been off the cover of Vogue. clad in haute couture, her slit eyes sparkle like the diamond butterfly ring, she elegantly sports. her complexion near flawless. he on the other hand, a hippie, a yogi and ancient as Rome. living proof that the hour glass can indeed be brutal on a city dweller.
her doe eyes dart from the past to the future while his steady gaze stays in the present. quite like the burning candle on their table. the mercury dips into the night as saintly time simply goes rogue.
written in the stars
this unusual kinship ~~
beauty and the beast
© 2021
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
All.
Not one but all,
No true hate was ever born
without love abandoned,
rejected, abused, or scorned
Love is every positive and negative
facet of emotion
Divine and literal
Its wealth disguised by its true name -
Agapi.
Without this blind fumbling fool
We are of no use, no consequence,
no matter.
Where there is no love,
there is no existence
Only inertia.
Your deepest hate
is your deepest love in reverse
these can never be separated;
except by degrees.
like a galactic elastic band;
as far as you go for one,
you will enviably be flung to the other.
That's how energy survives,
it changes form but never dies
and life is love in all its forms
And
You are its expression devine
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
I feel like we could
sing one of those righteous
civil rights anthems.
“We shall overcome”
goes to the pandemic point,
and we could hold hands.
Our kinship is dear, and earned,
with simple sacrifices.
Our struggle isn’t over.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
This poet paints a pristine picture
Using unique written words
A kaleidoscopic kinship with kindness
An avalanche of artistry
Astoundingly absurd
This poet plays a pantomime of pathological perfection
This pristine painted picture was the sum of all her worth
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
In Autumn river, my thought drift and came.
The people are flaky as withered leaf,
their fickleness that put my past to shame.
A once vibrant pears is now not so green.
Name lost in time, face forgotten;
the person is now foreign.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
Blood is thicker than water.
A drop of water can shatter the greatest hardness,
can blood do the same?
With blood as ink,
Water as canvas,
kingdom fell and rises.
Kinship is perpetual;
blood represent ill-omen,
and fortune.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
Brace indefinitely one another
Our bond is made in heaven thereunder
Not just anyone except each other
The day seems shorter
The night seems forever
But if we have each other
Nothing should matter
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 8:17 AM 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
First of all it’s free and it may be a sign of glee
It can light up a room clearing the gloom
From small beginnings it can turn into laughter thereafter
Apparently it takes a lot of muscle for it to win out that tussle
Some call it a frown upside down
When flashed upon approach it can help someone coach
Something a mile wide and possibly creating mirth inside
So take it out for a spin feel the joy it will bring
Flash those pearly whites and gain new insights
To what will make your heart sing and its stirring
Who knows where it can lead when planted like a seed
Perhaps kinship or friendship is on its way this day
All from that thing that’s free and others can clearly see
A smile in the aisle
Andreas Simic©
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
ten minutes with rose
is peace in law that decompose
on this wanton map of ****** attire
and really unites her with paleontology
in this neighborhood of livelihood mire
this mAiden mirror inure rApture
and this satire in my seance
that wood a lawyer mesh
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
If you're someone's friend
You do what you can
If you love someone
You do all you can
and then some...
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
A light-dappled square,
Buzzing like the
Center of the universe.
Flat-capped Frenchman
Strut like mid-century
Movie stars.
Cigars flaunt from
Languid fingers.
Serious facades mask
Red-blooded kinship.
They wait their turn to
To flick, to spin, to thud
Their steel onto
Provençal terrain.
What a life. What a game.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
Life seems to
Sharpen
At moments in time, But never does it do so for more
Than a chime.
The holidays, birthdays, vacations Are fun; all nice and good, but
So fast they are done. These
Moments in between are Endlessly Long,
Where life stays dark and without Any song. I need some light, some
Real happiness, I need Some joy that keeps me in
Bliss. But Life doesn’t deal any hands like that, and in
The darkness
All alone
I sat.
Then came a lantern, Slowly, Pursuing,
It never gave up, it never stopped searching, it
Reached for my Inner soul And gave me an urging.
An urging of Trust, an urging of
Kinship, a start of
Respect, a glimpse of
Friendship. It truly
Cared and it Ignored my faults, no judging
Or hating, It should have left fast, but it didn’t.
It cared, and it gave. If my life was not then better, what
Yet Did I lack? With friends Loving like that.
Troubles are real and can’t be erased, but I’m still
Alive, for in
Friendship
I’m Encased.
They are all I want and they’re perfect To me. Every day my friends are all
I want to see. A Hope, a light,
A Haven
That could never be more appreciated, they could never be
Replaced, or ever be Faded. I love this light; I do my best to be
A light back and give someone a rest from
Their own daily struggles.
Thank you My friend,
For being
You
And a Light
To me.
Your light
Shines on, so
Strong, My friend,
Shine on.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
We met on the axis of two different parallels
a paradox too taboo to be whispered
gone in a blink of an eye
and yet exist in a sea of desperation
You were gone in the next exhale
and I too follow suit
unacknowlegding of the fact
that we both wear the same existance
Do you remember that story?
how prometheus got chained,
his liver pecked every dawn
because he showed kindness?
We both atone for sins not of our own
but would glady drown in our exile
because it was better than the stale pit
those people call life
This were the worlds we condemned
ourself to be with
two people, who knows
but is bound by our vow to be blind
Winter in my home was always beautiful
how pristine the snow is
until you dig up the corpse
under our fingernails
Just like the summer in your home
where the plants are growing
from the river of blood
that run beneath
You are soot stained, cold eyes
but your hands are warm
They were always warm,
and i wonder if it was because
of the blood that stained your hands
You use your spine as a spear
I use my ribcage as a shield
those tear tracks have died
and there is both spite in our eyes
We never touched, except for that first time
never shared anything except understanding
i do not know your story,
nor do you know mine
but it was more than enough
We both met at the axis of a parallel
created out of the resonance
of the guilt and the war and
everything in between
and we met with a touch of kindness
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
A tailor bird, though busy wanted to stitch the best
of clothes for me to wear , in a fair, getting nearer,
so thankful, I was, though it'd hardly fit a man
of my size, I bow my head, overwhelming is her love!
The swift, I always admire for her speed, promises
to take me for an arial tour, 100 km an hour, no less
all 148gm, of love is she !though I appreciate that,hardy can
I fly with this tiny parcel of energy, many a kin whose love
again is hard to reciprocate, unless I realize we all are one.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC