YOU are YOU. I Am ME. WE are WE.

YOU are YOU. I Am ME. WE are WE. by Joe Reid Kirby III

YOU are YOU.

I Am ME.

WE are WE.

Free to be,

All you see,

Totality,

Over reality,

And practicality,

Creating our own actuality,

Choosing quality,

Be equality,

The wealth found in poverty,

Spiritual sovereignty,

The beings’ entirety,

You are not society,

YOU are YOU. I Am ME. WE are WE.
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My Demise

My Demise by Joe Reid Kirby III

Dreams of my demise used to shake me up,
But fear has been more frightened of me ever since life decided to wake me up,
A dark room I dwelled in for so long illuminated my mind,
Jail or prison has nothing on this bondage called time,
As these beads of sand rain in this hour glass we live within,
I see so many walking around in life just to pretend,
Never knowing when or where to start their journey before it abruptly ends,
& most don’t make it to find it out because time is all they spend,
Staring at this white wall though I’ve found I have no such time,
I can’t afford to sit around & read every line,
For it’s times like this I feel like a poor man when it comes to time,
& my insecurities & doubts often invite me out to dine,
Watching the hands on the clock won’t make my hands move any faster,
& the numbers I study in numerology won’t protect me from disaster,
I live wrapped up in all I want,
Buried by my desires,
& time slips further & further away as tonight I plan for an early retire,
Lay my head upon this plush bed & dream of my demise,
Only to awake to another day,
Another chance to live, love, laugh, & be the expression of life’s surprise.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III ~ 1/24/13

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Life Catcher’s

Life Catcher’s by Joe Reid Kirby III

How worthless it is to run from life,
To shy away from understanding,
Unconscious to the teachings life has to offer,
Knowledge,
Ideas,
& wisdom,
It is reaching out & personally handing,
Though catching lightning bolts could often times seem scary,
But imagine the pure sense of joy in catching one in your bare hands,
Wrapping it around your left ring finger,
& deciding that feeling to marry,
The thought alone is hard to carry …
Especially in a 3 pound brain,
Anxiety over committing to life …
Without envisioning ball & chain,
All an illusion boxing your mind,
Programming your character’s channels,
Handing over your remote control to others to handle,
& quite possibly scramble,
Instead of writing your own words on the land,
With every stride your legs make & location you stand,
Life Catcher’s …
Catching life by the hand,
Swinging with it in indigenous forests of fun,
Decorated with bioluminescent ornaments with heartbeats,
Those who can look up & see their own feet,
Or look down & see their head,
One with the middle-path of all living beings,
Awareness to the stories in every book,
Every body longing only to be read,
But you must be open to sharing your story,
You harness words that need to be said,
No one though will ever read your mind,
If you fail to plant it in Earth’s garden,
Where rare seeds & fertile soils bed,
& the slightly salted water borrowed from the wells of sadness & laughter,
Soften all that has hardened.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 2/3/17

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What I Got

What I Got by Joe Reid Kirby III (featuring Jazzmine Moore)

Pt.1-

What I got is better than silver or gold,

It is something that I could never put on hold,

What I got is pure from the heart,

Since it is so pure we can never grow apart,

What I got grows day by day,

I can show my love in any different way,

What I got I keep deep inside,

But for you I have nothing to hide,

What I got is beyond diamonds and pearls,

I am a woman no longer a girl,

Pt.2-

What I got makes me smile inside and out,

I am sure about everything I have no doubts,

What I got makes my soul feel warm,

Now I look at difficult situations in a different form,

What I got makes me feel special in different ways,

It makes me look off in a deep daze,

What I got I know is very true,

Because you were there to help me through,

What I got can never be replaced,

To me you could never be a disgrace,

Pt.3-

What I got is rare in form,

Unique and bright could fight a storm,

What I got is true and sacred,

No matter what no one can take it,

What I got I can’t explain,

All I know is that it has many names,

What I got is unbreakably strong,

Holds together and flows like a well written song,

What I got contains no measure,

Overflowing with love and pleasure,

Pt.4-

What I got is universal,

And over everything in my circle,

What I got is equal,

Not alike but balanced and sequel,

What I got is everlasting,

Not an on and off thing but forever blasting,

What I got is bold and independent,

All other opinions are not a dominion,

What I got has got me stuck!
~ Poetry collaboration between Jazzmine Moore (Pt.1 & 2) & Joe Kirby III (Pt. 3 & 4) ~ 2008

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Fish Out of Water

Fish Out of Water by Joe Reid Kirby III

The fish are around,

In this sea they surround,

Me, you see, how I try not to be found,

I don’t make a sound,

They’re curious to see why I’m not bound,

Single me, in this sea, hunting me like a hound,

I see the sharks come to you, looking to eat,

Don’t be fooled my darling by their cunning deceit,

You are the most beautiful fish in the sea,

And all of those want what we used to be,

Come back to your school so we can swim together,

The sea is too big to swim alone forever,

Navigate with me and you’ll surely see,

That the only other fish for you is not in the sea, it’s me!

~ Joe Reid Kirby III  11/7/11

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Beauty & The Star

Beauty & The Star by Joe Reid Kirby III

You’re beautiful,
So beautiful …
You have not the slightest idea of how very beautiful you are,
You’d prefer to run away from the day,
Escape to the consistent hugs of where you lay,
Taking steps back too very far,
This is why you are where you are …
Hiding your gifts from the present,
Comfortable with the highs of being a peasant,
Completely unprepared for the always unexpected drips into the lows,
The height of the impact is met when it slows,
Even the pills can’t block such disastrous blows,
Spine tingling cuffs arresting every nerve right down to your toes,
The burden of pain comes with beauty I suppose is how it goes,
For you were born in to it …
But how beautiful it was to your mother & father when you opened your eyes,
Those many times you fell while learning to walk,
Didn’t hurt after a while to your surprise,
& your first love …
The crush that caught your eye,
Crushed you when circumstance intervened,
That foremost feeling though you could never buy,
& you can’t forget the beauty in the eye of that first guy,
The one who really cared,
The man or boy who consensually crossed you over into womanhood,
When the feelings were truly there,
Discomfort was in attendance to greet you at the gate,
Soon transmuted into something great,
Someone in this world wanted to be right there,
Naked,
Vulnerable to you,
Attracted to all that you have to give,
Happy to feed you spoonfuls of pleasure,
Confirming your connection to this life you have to live,
& Oh you began to recognize your beauty …
Unfortunately, in all of the wrongest ways,
Seeking that connection to this mountainous life through men,
Sex without the soul helping & hurting you through your longest days,
But Oh how beauty pays …
Spending years engaged to pain,
Brutally pounded by hail & rain,
Somehow remaining beautiful …
Impossibly still beautiful …
& why do you think that is?
Could it be it’s because that’s who you are?
Make your next step forward,
Plug-in to the outlets which give, not take,
Darkness is but a backdrop to a star.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III  1/25/17

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