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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How DEEP does your life go? (Written + Spoken Word Poem)

How DEEP Does Your Life Go? by Joe Reid Kirby III

First, it was the television to take your eyeballs,
Then, the computer borrowed them for a while,
Now, it’s the cellphones which hold them hostage,
Soon, it’ll be another type of smoke-screen …
Shielding your eyes from the sights to be seen …
Leaching your mind of the electricity inside you,
Conducted in your body through every move you make,
Every breath you take,
And every neuron that chooses to cooperate,
In the symphony anthem of this movement,
For that moment,
In-tune with every organ,
Harmonizing with every gland,
Yet, you choose to put the trust in every made of man …
And not make use of your own protons and electrons,
To catch the currents of electricity running through your veins,
Creating lightening bolts,
Crashing through your limbs,
Projecting pictures cast from the eye of the third …
Of your every memory of your ever time in this multiverse,
Of multidimensional symmetrical parts of every kind of light and darkness,
Remote controlling every pre’our’storic truth,
From multiple perspectives of infinite perspective channels,
Raining down geometrical gumdrops,
Cream-filled with libraries of ancient wisdom,
Activating the thick, intertwined neon-light strands of dormant DNA,
Wasting the sounds in the pages,
Of volumes of books,
Trying to communicate what could be compiled and compacted into a single verse …..
How deep does your life go?
Here …
Now …
Before and after …
Our life is in tears and laughter.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 12/26/16

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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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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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