ill-fated ~ Poem

ill-fated by Joe Reid Kirby III

Once you write it down,

It makes it real …

Intentions bled into the paper …

Through your bleeding hands,

As the pen …

The images in your mind,

Drawn into a worded map,

Only to be re-summoned as the image in another’s mind once again …

Accident prone,

Are those intentionally driving blind …

You hoped & you cried …

You stood there & waited …

It was never really them,

But honestly you …

Who you really hated …

Ill-fated …

Living the worst dreams an unforgiving kid could ever dream up to live …

Even though you still have somebody …

Even if that somebody doesn’t actually live in a human body …

It’s still Soul …

Feel the goodness in truth when it’s told …

Be aware of those pushing,

Or pulling you,

Down the wrong road …

Make your direction clear …

Fear not the embarrassment of sadly dropping a tear …

You’ll get there …

But for now …

You’re right here.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 7/11/17

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Soon Successful ~ Poem

Soon Successful by Joe Reid Kirby III

Breathing the sweet air …

Knowing you’re moments from getting there …

Whether those moments last a day,

A week,

Or a year …

It’s almost here …

I can feel it …

Destined for greatness …

Disciplined to keep my hand steady …

Even if it may cramp …

Even if it may never work properly again once I’ve finished this …

But I must finish …

Bring reverence upon my family’s name,

But do not forget that I am the same …

Human …

With a balance of being & doing

I ran swiftly through my valley of sobbing & chewing …

Fell off of the gaps,

And played in-between the many mountains,

More times than I’ve ever intentionally attempted to climb …

But I’m ready to climb this one …

Kicked the laziness from my bones,

And created the time …

To train myself up to a value much greater than any dollar,

From a dime …

To conquer this challenge much bigger than I,

And catch the perspectives from higher cliffs,

Looking up to the sky …

Carrying only the water swishing around in my head …

In hopes of watering the dryness of the mountain,

And making something grow,

Or winding up dead …

But I’m willing to die for it …

Many may deny my technique,

But I’m still willing to try for it …

Because none of them have ever attempted this climb …

Many long ago willingly threw away their prime …

While I’ve made the conscious decision to marry mine …

You become a part of anywhere you take a seat,

So remain on your feet …

Otherwise you’re sure to lose the ability of your legs …

There may only be rocks from here,

So gain a great natural grip,

And elevate beyond the practice pegs …

Your passion will never ask,

And purpose never begs,

What makes no sense to the mind,

Listen to the heart instead.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 7/14/17

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BeLove BeLoved ~ Poem

BeLove BeLoved by Joe Reid Kirby III

Love is like a firearm,

Only dangerous when it isn’t handled carefully …

It is not to be tampered with …

Must be kept clean & stored away safely,

To fire off in only the right moments,

When needed …

I’ve witnessed the biggest problems down on their knees,

Surrendering to a little one’s belief in the arms in their sleeves …

They’ve begged & they’ve pleaded,

But are problems really needed?

Hold your fire soldier …

We have to get this one figured out …

Backs against the wooden wall,

Must die,

Or learn to dig deep & break through …

It is only LOVE that is true …

No not that one that lied to you …

True LOVE is fearless,

Face your realities tearless,

Because you make them …

Or maybe you’re a little like me,

And you break them …

I’ve been faked so many times,

You can take them …

No I’m not mad,

My heart is too big to ever hate them …

But I do like to pretend that I ate them …

Left me feeling pretty full of shit …

And that trip to the toilet was one of those close ones that you’d never forget …

I feel sorry for those though whom have never been hit …

Never felt what hot steel feels like in the chest …

Those little things will lay any tall ego to rest …

One hopes that you’re never struck by such a conspicuous wound …

It’s one thing to hurt alone,

But not where everybody can see …

Unless it’s written in your romantic novels,

Or sung in your sensual songs …

Or being featured on the screen bigger than the TV in your home …

Accept only what you’re worth …

With every death comes a birth …

And you were one of them.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 7/6/17

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Your Matter Matters ~ Poem

Your Matter Matters by Joe Reid Kirby III

Your matter matters …

All of the stuff that makes you up …

A story only exists after it’s been told …

The ending’s always best for those who decide to fight instead of fold …

They say history only remembers the bold

Will you allow your gifts, talents, & skills to dry up once you’re “old,”

Or will you give the last bit of energy that you have within your soul?

Provide the abundant fruit sprouting from your limbs,

To the hungry characters waiting for someone to grab their controls to be moved …

Like the Sims …

Most books seem to less favor the hers over they hymns,

Rational minds find it hard to catch up to the overly-confident confidants on a worldwide whim …

There’s no need to trim the fat on the stakes of those who enjoy the sweet life,

They’ll soon be kicked by the cows who harness their milk,

Or stung by the bees who create their honey …

Awareness to the size of your problem,

In this city,

Or that state,

Or this country,

Or that continent,

In this world,

And of that universe,

Among a billion other universes,

Is rather funny …

Our God laughs at our beliefs

Dreaming of fathoming Their existence,

Etches the greatest reality scripts,

Stuffed with comic relief …

Known to man …

Though he knows not that he does not understand …

Can not comprehend …

All that there is to know,

For the flash of his second in time,

Is a third reminder of the briefness of his human vehicle’s finite ability to stand …

But I promise you that your matter matters …

 

Every cell in your body has a plan …

You’ll see that you still have a heart,

If you’ve ever gotten mad enough to fight,

Or so terribly scared that you ran …

So use it …

People either fail to recognize their influence on the world,

Or are the kind to abuse it …

If that tongue can move or those hands can write,

Remind your mind not to lose it …

Express yourself from the dust of which you came,

Till your return to the stars …

If you choose it …

 

I’m here to remind you that your matter matters …

But oh you didn’t forget …

You just stopped believing in your Self for a moment,

Because your tears got you uncomfortably wet …

All-in for everything aside from yourself,

When it comes to making your bet …

And with that attitude,

You still hope & pray for a higher altitude,

Yet your compass has no coordinates in neither longitude nor latitude,

Because the weight of the world has you unable to move …

But you still insist on carrying it …

Instead of ripping the cancer-sized ego from the thickness of your skull,

And eternally burying it …

Only the soul can fly …

Survivors live to try …

Here’s to those in-between the time of which you came alive,

To the day you die …

Your Matter Matters.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 7/2/17

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Happily Married ~ Love Poem

Happily Married by Joe Reid Kirby III

Once married,

People slowly forget the value of their lover …

Failing to remember the quality of that person,

Surpassing any other …

Those late night bottomless calls,

Shrinking to short conversations …

Those passionate kisses,

Being switched with pecks of desperation …

Not being able to keep their hands away,

Reversing to not wanting to be touched …

Time casually steps over the lust,

As the want for one another becomes a must

And then there’s the trust

Insecurities rise and linger …

What was once a sure no-brainer,

Is now a tough decision on exactly where to put the finger …

And the one in the middle is soon elected most useful …

More than the one securing the ring …

The only octagon that matters,

Is the nonstop battle of power between the fading queen and king …

The same hand which once touched the heart,

Now prefers every nerve around it …

Where the eyes once saw every beautiful trait,

Now only notices every cancerous threat which surrounds it …

Disastrous blows to the sockets,

During debates,

Leaves one unable to see …

How amazing a LOVE-filled marriage could really & truly be …

Where unconditional LOVE is the Alpha & Omega,

There can be no end …

The happiness which charges you,

From the outlet of that wonderful human being,

Is the only source for which your attention should afford to spend …

Although the advice of another is much appreciated,

Careful of which banks you solicit to lend …

Fairytales are not just in the books & movies,

True LOVE knows not pretend …

Hold the LOVE of your life up high,

Most High,

So that the universe has a valid address,

Of which abundant gifts of LOVE & joy it can successfully send & bless.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 7/2/17

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