What’s Your Purpose?

What’s Your Purpose? by Joe Reid Kirby III

We’re so busy doing,

Never having time for being,

Not taking seriously the fact that we are not human ‘doers,’

We are human beings

What is the rainforest without the rain?

The butterfly without the ability to fly?

Something wonderful without the wonder?

Life can be lived on purpose,

Or as a blunder …

Did you mean to be here?

Did you mean to work there?

Was it not certain that you should be with the one you’re with?

Or are you just talking?

Fearful of putting legs on your purpose and walking …

Too loud to ever hear …

Distractions are the only distortions to seeing clear …

For your purpose is to remember that you’re here on purpose,

Your being yourself is your purpose,

Your life is no accident.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 3/20/17

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Making More Memories in Bersaba (Video + Poem) ~ #3CupsOfJoe Show: Episode 6

“Freer than I’ve ever been … something that you’ve never been.” ~ 6LACK

The caged bird has no idea what freedom is, until it experiences life outside of the cage; and here I am … out of my cage. Free to fly! I’ve chosen to fly so high. Watch the way the sky flips me as I soar by.

You Are. ~ Spoken Word Poetry by Joe Reid Kirby III

You are the space,
You are the state of being,
Where the villages of joy and happiness live,
You are the light captured on film,
The heat mapped on the radar,
Perceptions reflect the many scenes of your life,
Upon the mirrors of your memories,
You are the time which separates beginnings from infinities.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 3/20/17

My Motto: Do what you LOVE and nothing else.

My Message: #3CupsOfJoe … Peace. LOVE. Understanding.

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TODAY (Poem)

TODAY by Joe Reid Kirby III

Be content with what is here before you now,

Cease filling your mind with content,

Material things …

You are not a thing,

You are a being,

So be here …

Right here,

Right now,

Look around you …

Feel the air that surrounds you …

Soak up the energy of the sun,

Do only what you feel is fun!

Today …

Be here today …

Out of your mind,

And in your heart,

Even a child can tell the two apart …

Every waking day is a new start,

A new adventure for the mind,

A greater journey for the heart,

Exploring everything of interest that you see,

Going everywhere you feel you both want and need to be,

Operating out of equal parts of logic and love,

One with what’s before you,

Only the opinions of someone you love can detour you,

And maybe not even then …

In a pitch-black room alone you are still with a really good friend …

Your Self.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 3/20/17

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Holi aka Phagwah in Suriname + A LOVE Challenge ~ #3CupsOfJoe Show: Episode 5

According to Wikipedia: “Holi [or Phagwah] is a Hindu spring festival celebrated in India and Nepal, also known as the ‘festival of colours’ or the ‘festival of love.’ The festival signifies the victory of good over evil, the arrival of spring, end of winter, and for many a festive day to meet others, play and laugh, forget and forgive, and repair broken relationships.”

Without even knowing that meaning prior to my experience, I embraced this loving culture and was embraced by it. Good food, great fun, and a giving family are all phenomenal qualities of life to celebrate!

My LOVE Challenge to You:
* Take a day away from the world, with your life partner … no work, no phones, no computers, no tv (except movies), no kids, no distractions.
* Do not verbally (nor texting/messaging) communicate with each other the entire day together. Instead, speak to each other only through touch, body language, hand written notes/letters, and music.
* Enjoy the feel and presence of one another in absolute peace, passion, and serenity.
* Write a letter to yourself about the day you’ve experienced before you sleep. This will be your reminder to your future self of how cleansing your spirit of LOVE can positively impact your entire life.

I will see you all in 2 weeks! I’ll be enjoying my life with my wife within the rainforest of Suriname; and hope you find it in yourself to celebrate your lives too!

If you like my vibe, please SUBSCRIBE.

My Motto: Do what you LOVE and nothing else.

My Message: #3CupsOfJoe … Peace. LOVE. Understanding.

Black Boy (Poem + Video)

Black Boy by Joe Reid Kirby III

Stand up black boy,
Stand up …
Brush off your knees …
This is a time for strength and certainty,
Save your “thank you’s” and “please,”
There’s no need to put your fist in the air,
But put it in the mouths of those who disrespect our women with ease,
Fill your mind with knowledge young black boy,
Ignorance is a genetic disease,
Replace the fear they’ve instilled in your heart,
With all of this love that’s still in the air,
Be not afraid of battle free black boy,
Whether mentally or all-out warfare,
Don’t wait to ready the mind and body,
Feed your brain the books it craves,
Put the necessary stress on your muscles,
Allow the weakness to pour out in waves,
Yet and still your heart should never harden,
No matter how fearless,
Nor how brave,
Fight for your right to love sweet black boy,
Even if love is all we can save,
They will strike you down and kill you dead in the streets,
No matter the positivity you try to pave,
So if you are to die strong black boy,
Take your dignity to your grave,
Plant your heels firmly on the ground,
Bend your knees slightly,
Prepare for impact …
Die on your feet you Melanin King,
If you must die,
Die with your gold soul in tact.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 9/14/16

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In This Emotion Called LOVE

In This Emotion Called LOVE by Joe Reid Kirby III

Love is the ultimate savior,

And the greatest evol,

It is both the biggest problem,

And the best solution,

It is the hero,

Along with the villain,

And the destination of its’ vessels,

Depend solely on the coordinates of its’ inner compass,

The magnetics of the world seem to be discombobulating the directions,

Every body on this planet is full of this precious substance called love,

They’re just unaware and ill informed on exactly where to point it,

And focus its’ infinite energy,

Everyone’s in it for the inner me,

Turning all else into the enemy …

In this emotion called LOVE …

With this deity named Love …

Whom pulls the strings of the heart,

Playing Her violin wires ever so gently,

Careful not to tear it apart,

Though She ripped through the wings of Cupid himself,

Dodging his barrage of arrows,

And ending him with the single flick of a dart,

An alien power far off the charts,

Still we claim to know how to use it,

A nuclear power,

We choose to abuse it,

Slowly destroying ourselves,

As it radiates through humanities realms,

Tying this anchor-less feeling to things,

Trying to configure what it all means,

And here it is,

And so it seems,

That you cannot tie a raging monster to beams,

Nor to roots,

It’ll surely rip the seams,

And burst right out of anything …

Any cage,

Or box,

Or galactic rings,

Time itself stops when Her inner voice sings,

And Her melodies pull on the minds of all human beings,

Causing hallucinations of what you think you’re seeing,

Love is the red curtain separating the real from reality,

Dissecting the actual from actuality,

Illusions and mirages are but mirrors in the mind,

The hopes and dreams of this unicorn named Happiness,

Every person on this damned planet is hoping to find,

Unlearn the seasons,

Now tell me what do you feel?

Lose your conditions and reasons,

And relentlessly study what’s real,

Love not these light molecules that make up all ‘existing’ things,

Be in love and harmony with the dark matter and energy of all of the souls of living beings.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 9/23/16

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No one else in the world …

No one else in the world … by Joe Reid Kirby III

Though you’re many miles away,

I feel you,

Though the naked eye can’t make you out,

I see you,

Beauty in every form,

The same lightening as in a storm,

A burst of energy far from the norm,

Wanting to steal you away from your dorm,

Jump upon my mighty back,

Wrap your arms around my chest,

Place your lips near my ear,

And whisper to me where to my dear,

So that no one may hear and try to follow,

Deep into the sunset we go and are swallowed,

Free and open to be,

No one else in the world,

Just you and me.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 3/28/15

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P.S. This is but a snippet of the romance novel to come this fall. Stay tuned, to be one of the first to own a copy!

 

He is You.

He is You. by Joe Reid Kirby III

Squared space,

Isolated,

Alone with one’s thoughts,

One’s own mind,

The walls turned windows,

Each exhibiting another dimension,

One with a gallery of the greenest trees,

And mountainous range,

The clear skies seem to blanket the distance of multiple days,

Then, there’s the picturesque barrier between the peacock cosmos and the shadows of this cube,

An image of absolute wonder an awe,

With one sight of gloom,

Making it difficult to set these magnetized eyes on the piece,

Heart nearly leapt out of the chest cavity to reset its’ peace,

As blank stares focus on the stained glass divide,

Thinly separating past and present,

Taking every adrenal gland in the body for a ride,

Oh my,

What a wondrous, awful expedition you’ve been through,

But would it not make sense of where those cramping feet have come to,

If not,

My how you’ve forgot,

How durable your spirit is,

Now turn to the last spot,

A two-way mirror,

Only presenting a reflection,

The presence of a fixed look,

The hairs of the skin can detect,

Energy bursting up through the chakras,

Causing the spine to stand erect,

As its’ fluid floods the system,

Sparking atomic electrochemicals,

Enflaming the emanation of the evolved corpse,

Pupils fastened to the dark gamma portals linking the gateway,

Not knowing whether to stick around or to getaway,

So much noise,

The kind of sound that’ll pick up your shoulders,

Boisterous blares,

Infinite stares,

Ten toes buried in the center of the stars,

Pause,

Fracturing every link of natural laws,

A glimpse of the truth,

Quicker than a strike of lightening,

Thunderous language,

Here is understanding,

Stand over what you thought,

And everything you think,

There is no flaw within your being,

You are infinite,

Sit,

Be,

You,

Yes you there,

Listen to me,

There is God!

Look!

Quick!

It is He!

Master Creator of All!

Look at your index finger attached to extended arm …

He is You!

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 12/6/16

2017 3CupsOfJoe. All rights reserved.

 

P.S. For all of my religious fanatics of devoted faith, before I am greeted with any negative insights in regards to my chosen art-form, I’d like to direct your attention to a verse from the ancient literature deemed holy:

John 10:34 ~ “Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?”

 

TRUE WEALTH (Written + Spoken Word Poem)

True Wealth by Joe Reid Kirby III

Be one with the fact that you’re going through shit …
That’s all you’ve ever wanted,
Is for someone to feel sorry for you after that last huge hit …
To grab you by your hand,
Squeeze you with their soul,
And make putting a smile on that once beautiful face their ultimate goal …
Was the body built to withstand so much pain?
All alone,
Though annoyances won’t stop blowing up your phone,
Hang a sign on the front door,
There’s nobody home …
Hiding out in the attic of the head,
Addicted to some vice that bandaids where you’re bled,
Flying high over everything said,
The worst of those words highlighted in red …
Stained on the heart,
Like bitter wine,
On a white rug,
Still all you’ve ever needed was a genuine hug,
From someone you love,
Or from someone you’ve loved …
The silence locks its’ jaws when the music stops playing,
The glass serving the soul back empty after you’re done paying,
The pleasure almost immediately exits the room once you finish laying,
The darkest secrets already shared while intoxicated by spirits,
Absolutely clueless to all the tongue is loosely saying …
Damn,
That last hit just inhaled has the stomach nauseous and the moods swaying,
The scale still unable to calculate how much you’re truly weighing …
And you’re still not sure whether you’re the type fit to hit the weights,
Or better off wringing out the towels of rage on someone’s face …
Almost seems worth it to catch that case,
You’ll still be spending your millions in time on the clocks of some corporate rat race,
Owned …
Though still not funded by their purchase,
Indebted at birth,
And my life outside of material assets deemed worthless,
Inalienably earning my 1,440 minutes a day,
Yet I’m told how I’m allowed to spend them,
In every direction outside of my own way …
By a mortal third party that could never,
Not ever,
Even partially afford to pay,
This half a million minute salary I accrue every year,
Appreciating in love and depreciating fear,
Take back all of those material riches while I’m still here,
In return for my minutes,
True wealth …
I see it clear.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 2/2/17

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