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The Black Thread on the Heart ~ LOVE Poem

The Black Thread on the Heart by Joe Reid Kirby III

Sell me your soul …

Let me lick your mind …

I can only afford to pay you with my attention & time …

Mail your brain to the clouds …

Cut a slit in your chest …

Place the knife in my hands …

& I’ll do the rest …

Do you trust me?

Good.

I won’t say that you should …

But if I were you I would …

Although I could kill you …

I could.

But I’ll take my time as I reach into your heart …

Even though it’s hard to concentrate when those breasts spread apart …

I can see where it hurts …

Allow my fingers to heal …

Let me know when you can feel the pain that I feel …

Now that your blood’s on my hands …

You can see that it’s real …

But don’t die on me baby,

I have no intentions to kill …

Breathe out as I make this incision,

To the chamber on the right …

& drain any doubt that may be left …

I could steal your heart right now,

But what good is theft?

When you murder the one you claim to love,

You’ll have to die too,

To see the heavens above …

However, I want paradise right now & right here …

If you’re scared baby,

Look into my eyes …

That’s the only place you won’t see fear …

& don’t be afraid to release that tear …

Pour those emotions out,

& stop trying to push what makes us human to the rear …

Water is what makes those two windows clear …

Hold still my love,

As I grab the needle & thread …

To sew back up the parts of your heart where you’ve bled …

Each time I stick you,

I can feel your stomach contract …

& it looks so familiar when your eyes roll to the back …

Pain is a great reminder of pleasure …

Remembering the importance of collecting good times as treasure …

Knotting off the black thread,

& then biting the end …

I’m no doctor …

But a good heart I can mend.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 10/15/17

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History Repeats Itself in America: History in the Making — Poem

History in the Making by Joe Reid Kirby III

History in the Making …

A collective undertaking …

Beneath States once United,

Lies a supervolcano awaking …

Tensions tied to twigs …

Attention paid only to flying pigs …

The mere change being made by the filthy rich,

Since the “good ol’ days,”

Are their types of wigs …

Selfishness still the same …

Creating helplessness still the game …

Obviously standing up or kneeling down both draw the wrath of shame …

You may sit back …

You may say nothing …

But who will remember your name?

Is it not in you to do something impactful for a reason much greater than fame?

Push your passion beyond borders of restriction & tame …

We will soon be gone as quick as we came …

So why??

Why even try to clean up this mess?

Everyone’s ideology is perfect …

& your opinion is always the “best” …

Where there’s no problem,

You openly broadcast the “S” on your chest …

Yet upon further examination of the heart,

It’s determined that you’re either fully cold-blooded or have successfully risen from a fatal night’s rest …

The ears mostly catch familiar sounds …

Two eyes cannot see the whole picture …

But the Watcher peering out of those very windows,

Does more with It’s time than watch …

It feels …

It senses …

It calculates …

Recognizing what’s right,

Or a formula’s botch …

We the people …

A serving …

Or just another notch …

On a swinging belt from hell …

Given the option to fall in line with the fallen,

Or swing back,

With clinched fist,

& prevail …

When the moon is out,

Witness the oceans swell …

Where dark clouds blot the sky,

We are the rain that fell …

Just as a turtle’s true home is within it’s shell,

So is the skin you’re in built just as well …

Be comfortable in it …

Your story,

Tell …

Still awaiting a true Land of the Free for us humans to dwell.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 9/25/17

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In a vast space where stars collide. ~ Poem

In a vast space where stars collide. by Joe Reid Kirby III

After being off for so long,

Off

In the distance …

Far out of the limelight …

The darkness is where I shine bright …

I’d rather not be annoying,

So I’m outta sight,

So full of fight,

This smoke temporarily makes me feel like I’m foreal at a higher height …

Blind to the most beautiful colors,

Are those who only see in black & white …

Out of infinite situations which make up your life,

Who can say what’s wrong or right?

But this feeling …

This electricity running through my veins …

Providing abundant energy to my limbs …

This right here …

This is right

She flipped the switch,

& she could see me …

She saw herself clearly in my eyes …

After being off for so long,

Deep in the dark & so gone,

I was so ON!

Now show me where hatred hides …

& I’ll show it what unconditional LOVE is,

Without begging them to change or pick a side …

My LOVE is wide …

Reaches deep inside …

In a vast space where stars collide.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III

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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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Champions Quit Quitting ~ Poem

Champions Quit Quitting by Joe Reid Kirby III

After good days comes bad days,

And after bad days comes good,

Life becomes a lot easier,

When this truth is understood …

This world owes you nothing,

There’s no natural law stating it should …

It’s not out to hurt you,

Although if you’re not careful it could …

It’s not out to help you,

Despite how much you wish that it would …

It simply is …

As you are …

The feet of everywhere you’ve ever stood …

So where are you?

Why are you there?

Sitting,

Thinking,

In a chair …

Or smoking,

Drinking,

And pulling hair …

Feeling the aches of your laughs,

Or the pain of your tears …

Freed by your wonders,

Or shackled by your fears …

Why are you here???

Is it to complain?

To make excuses for your disdain …

To hate whether the sun is too far out,

Or if it suddenly decides to rain …

What is your name?

The one someone loved you enough to give …

The one who cared whether or not your human life was deserving to die or worthy to live …

Are you not imperfect enough to forgive?

Would you rather die free,

Or go imprisoned by a shiv?

Then why on earth have you locked yourself away?

Cutting away at your beautiful mind with such disgusting thoughts …

Lingering around your loses,

Instead of opening your hands to the abundance of opportunity,

And recognizing how much you’ve actually caught …

Realize the value of your breath,

Another life like yours could never be bought …

Will you be remembered as the quitter who quit,

Or the champion who forever fought?

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 6/29/17

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