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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Why My Religion is the Best! ~ Deep Article

Why My Religion is the Best! by Joe Reid Kirby III


Check Your Ego at the Still Open Door

I’m sure your ego brought most of you here, in hopes that the best religion I speak of is the one that you belong to … Well, allow me to deflate that excitement from the jump, and not lead you on to reading the rest of my words simply because you assume that I’m referring to Christianity, The Nation of Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, or any other religious entity. Although all of those religions contain timeless, inspirational stories of many of the wisest philosophies and practices of truth, my religion embodies all religions both known and unknown in the world.


My Religion is L_O_ & Here’s Why … 

So what is this all-encompassing religion of all religions I speak of? LOVE. It’s one of the most popular underlying topics of every holy book ever written. It’s the primary teaching from the lips of every beloved messiah or prophet. It is the reason I believe we exist!

Think about it … why are you here? Today. Why? Because you want to be! Because you like the refreshing flow of oxygen through your lungs. You enjoy the benefits of the beating heart in your chest. You’re thankful for being alive, even if you don’t know why sometimes. Don’t lie to yourself. You could remove yourself from this world today if you really wanted to. You have that power. Life was given to you and then put into your hands. You were infused with an abundant source of energy by your biological parents, but you do not even belong to them. You belong to you!


Do you believe in God?

“So if your religion is LOVE, do you still believe in God?” To me, God is LOVE. Man found it necessary to make God like himself; and so, gave LOVE a gender and a face. But oh how we have forgotten that LOVE is formless and omnipresent.

Many men were inspired to write the words of the greater power expressing itself effortlessly through them. That same Divine Energy, which spoke to them from within, is the exact same voice that LOVE chooses to communicate with each of us in — through our conscious (thoughts) and subconscious (memories/dreams) minds. You can hear it right now can’t you? The voice that guides your steps throughout the day. The sound that inspires your creativity. The inner language separate from our own. We only need our brains to send and receive frequencies from this higher power. Our hearts instinctively recognize the vibrations of what is right or wrong. Our mouths are only necessary in our lower levels of consciousness.


Talk to Your Self Lately?

No doubt, the men who’ve infamously penned the holy book of which you’ve dedicated your life to, were madly in LOVE with something or someone; and fearlessly shared their intercepted messages out of LOVE for that. However, those same messages which those men received back then, are still being relayed and responded to by each of us, every single day — whether you’re consciously aware of that fact or not.

You have a story to tell too, don’t you? You’re growing and evolving your understanding of the world and everything in it with each new birthday you’re blessed to celebrate. Right? Hopefully.

And here we are, with our life in our hands, waiting and hoping for someone greater than ourselves to come down from the heavens and save us from ourselves. Many of us never come to realize, even in an entire lifetime, that it is our Self which is greater than us.

Have you never had to get still for a moment and have a good, serious talk with your Self? Our highest Self descends down from the cotton clouds every waking hour, to assist our human flesh in any way it can. The problem is, we hardly ever entrust our Selves with that responsibility and truly allow it to step in to help.


Got Soul?

What is this higher Self I speak of? It’s your Soul — who you authentically are, beyond your family name, wildest human imaginations, and the identity or title you cast out in front of the world to disguise your Self. Your Soul is also as formless and immortal as its parents, LO & VE; and so, you will return to them, once you successfully crack the shell of human form.

The Soul is here to be, hence the ‘being’ behind the human. It watches from the darkness in your eyes and rests in the chambers of your heart. Once called upon, the Soul releases its intense energies through the glands of our endocrine system; to insure that we act accordingly, in order to fulfill our purpose in this form, before we shed our skins and fly back wiser than ever from whence we came — to the Source of All Love.


The Key to The Life

The key is to unlock the chambers of your heart with the bitting cuts of Self Awareness, to unleash the atomic energy of the Soul! Then, you will experience the beautiful life of actuality (enlightenment) and its frequently updated library of truths.

You will soon see that it is LOVE which connects every living being on this planet. It is the LOVE of anything which brings us together. Your best work (& cooking) will be created out of LOVE. You will feel the effects of LOVE from those who simply recognize your existence, and will be encouraged to share those sensations. Each of us make up equal parts of LOVE’s whole.


A World Without My Religion

Still not convinced that my religion is the best one for me? Imagine having everything in this world except LOVE … No LOVE for this. No LOVE for that. No one to LOVE. And no one to be LOVED by. Sounds like a pretty sad life, right?

Now, imagine a world without your religion … I’ll give you a second to ponder on that.

I choose to serve the highest known forces, and what could be any higher than LOVE? This is why I’m making my personal religion known to my peers and am inviting every Soul of which my words come into contact with to join me in practicing its life-altering disciplines — to LOVE and be LOVEABLE.


P.S. I respect all religious perspectives. Whatever makes someone a better human being, I’m all for it! What I’m not fond of is people pushing their limited perspectives on me. I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to pray, praise, and preach in your own unique way. If your religion isn’t making you a better person however, I’d highly suggest looking within for your truths. Having a religion doesn’t make you a good person, nor does not having a religion make anyone a bad person. You were born with a warm heart and no instruction manual … the challenge is maintaining the hearts’ perfect temperature as you evoke the numerous emotions of your life’s experiences and write the notes of your song on the stars.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 6/14/17


Manifesto: Inspire Unconditional Love.


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

Self-Awareness is the New Cool ~ Poem

Self-Awareness is the New Cool by Joe Reid Kirby III

Unaware of our power,

We hold back …

Physically restrain ourselves,

Mentally detain ourselves,

Stuck …

In a web of lies you’ve told yourself,

Undersold yourself,

And you don’t need help …

Even with cuffs made of paper dollars locking your hands behind your back,

Still sitting silently on those hands even while you’re heavily under attack,

Life is wack …

When you haven’t fully awoken yet to see it …

You’re too ‘busy’ to notice the sunrises,

Too ‘tired’ to witness the sunsets,

And far too unaware of your true self to try & be it …

A stranger sets your schedule,

A leader tells you how to live,

Emotional marketing & clever advertisements sway you where to give …

The only ‘gifts’ you give upon yourself are doubt, envy, & insecurity,

Left only with enough strength & energy to defenselessly pelt …

Any heat above your ninety-eight point six and you tremendously melt,

Any degree below the Fahrenheit of your skin is excruciatingly felt,

Oh how cold the room temperature corps is once it loses its soul …

Returning forward,

To again be a part of the Whole …

Self-awareness being the beings most ultimate goal …

Happiness whether life is rockin’ or no longer on a roll,

Grateful whether you’re the greatest or great at keeping your family full,

Awareness of your surroundings is an infinite-function tool,

Awareness of your DNA will cause your heart to rule …

Awareness of Self …

Studies have shown …

Are the coolest of your said all-time cool!

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 6/10/17

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Word is Bond … Action is Truth | Conscious Awareness Insights ~ #3CupsOfJoe Show: Episode 13

Who are you? Why are you here? Where are you going? Join me on my journey to the answers to all 3 of those questions, as I share my perspective and inner insights about life & everything in it.

The ultimate goal is to operate at my highest mental, physical, & spiritual capacity possible! 1 down, 2 to go. Click the SUBSCRIBE button on the GottaLoveKirby YouTube Channel: — to GROW with Joe!


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

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Balancing Happiness, Wealth Building, & Self Awareness (Season 2 Premiere) ~ #3CupsOfJoe Show: Episode 12

Season 2 of The #3CupsOfJoe Show is upon us! Check out my visual illustration of HAPPINESS, WEALTH BUILDING, and SELF AWARENESS. Stay tuned for our upcoming Conscious Couples & Think Bank Series.

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

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Conscious Evolution ~ Poetic Short Story

Conscious Evolution by Joe Reid Kirby III

There was once a singular consciousness,

A multitude of every color which exists,

Swinging back & forth through the blackness …

Its eyes looked inward,

Its entire being able to smell & taste,

The sensation of aether around it & infinite energy within it pleased its sense of touch,

The sounds of forms beneath the net of its formlessness was an endless musical story evolving throughout its darkest undaunted days …

The blackest nights were spent dreaming without the need of sleep,

Being without the need to think …

Truth was all there was,

Love is all it is,

Happiness & sadness were not a thing,

Anger & gladness were never privileged a reason to sing …

All complexity in its simplest form with zero complications,

No need for words to explain or communicate a side …

No opinion,

No shame,

No reason to run or hide …


Though never lonely,

Completely content to be itself …

Ever advancing with no teacher,

Living with no need to stress about its health …

It was healing …

Though never hurt …


With no limit of time,


With no reason to hate,


With no excuses to whine,

Every second a celebration,

No boundary or limiting line …

Full without food,

Satisfied without pleasure,

Grateful for its greatness,

Flying higher heights than any formula or calculation could ever measure …

The seed & the water,

The life & the death,

All strength & all wisdom,

The perfect balance of all right & all left …

Forever seeking total awareness of itself,

Expanding its vision through every innumerable spec of energy & matter within itself …

Shedding its skin,

Allowing all forms within its formlessness to grow atomically,

Releasing all there is through its breath,

Before it breathes us back in …

All existence a musical note from the heart of all there is,

Every dot serving a color on the grand blank canvas,

Every line a verse of a poem being constantly penned,

Our every minute the only true source of money it consistently lends …

Promising today to pay back every hour you borrow tomorrow,

Only those who recognize this song will overcome human suffering & sorrow,

You can praise its perfection,

Worship its wisdom,

Ignore its infiniteness,

Or complain about its creations,

But once your note has been sung,

Your dance has been danced,

& your story has been written,

You return back to the source of all hands …

To one day,


Be breathed out again …

In a new form …

When the energy reservoir of the formless,


All-being oneness,


~ Joe Reid Kirby III 6/3/17

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Saved by Joe Reid Kirby III

Upon a star and burning moon,

The myths they speak of doom and gloom,

Wished before our ending days,

No faith in humanities conscious phase,

Belief is believing,

Even if being lied to,

You couldn’t be saved,

Even if a Messiah tried to,

You are not drowning,

Nor are you asphyxiated,

You only need to be freed from yourself …

This is a duty within,

No one else can help.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 3/29/17

He is You.

He is You. by Joe Reid Kirby III

Squared space,


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,


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,




Yes you there,

Listen to me,

There is God!



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 …
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

2017 3CupsOfJoe. All rights reserved.

2 AM in Beautiful

2 AM in Beautiful by Joe Reid Kirby III

The frogs are obviously having a party tonight,

In the field just aside my window,

Croaking away,

Drunk from the gallons of fresh rainwater,

Shared by the rainforests all day …

The crickets, grasshoppers, and other small friends are chiming in too,

Adding to the background music of nature,

So soothing to the soul …

How beautiful it is to be a poet in this present moment,

Aware of the natural songs which surround us,

Able to capture this snippet in time,

And share it with another curious mind,

Welcome to Beautiful …

It is a place,

And this is it …

Beautiful extends from here to there,

Here atop the continent of South America,

To wherever there may be,

Your energy alone multiplies this existence,

The greater home of you and me,

Witness the other side of the windows to the soul,

The eyes are but the windows of this home,

It’s the Being inside that’s actually looking through them to see.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 3/10/17

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