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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Thumbs Up! The Power of the Infamous LIKE Button

Thumbs Up! The Power of the Infamous LIKE Button by Joe Reid Kirby III

Whether you’ve witnessed that guy purposely making a complete fool of himself; or the butt-naked girl revealing it all for her followers, one thing is for sure: “likes” are incredibly powerful — and their power only seems to be increasing by the day.

So what will become of this new form of money? It looks as though likes have grown to a similar value as the almighty dollar. Everyone seems to desire a massive amount of likes, almost equal to their lust of monetary gain. So much so, that they’re even willing to exchange their morality for that instant gratification of notifications.

I can recall when the ‘thumbs up’ variation of sign language translated into something as simple as, “that’s cool.” Today though, that same form of innocent symbolism has become synonymous with a wide array of impure inclinations, including, but not limited to: “If I don’t get at least a hundred likes, I’m obviously a failure at life.” “I’d love to tap that, so let me double-tap this.” “How many thumbs does it take to talk to this ultra-popular person I’ve never met & likely never will?” (& my personal favorite …) “Heads down, thumbs up, let’s play WTF!”

No really, what in the world is going on with society? Has our reliance on technology completely deadened the nerve endings connecting our thought-process to our physical actions? Give me a thumbs up, for a “hell yeah!”

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On a more serious note, it seems the likes of these likes have been affecting us on a much deeper, psychological level. We’ve grown (or should I say, devolved) to the point of which our confidence in self is anchored upon the gravity of one’s popularity in the social media world. In other words, likes release ample amounts of dopamine into your bloodstream and cause you to feel good about yourself; while the lack thereof, boomerangs an individuals’ insecurities and causes them to think poorly of themselves. While this may be great for the developers profiting off of this ingenious scheme, it could be detrimental to the mental health of these social media site abusers … I mean users.

Is it really the fault of the super-rich, whom create these susceptible ploys, which the unfortunate unconsciously latch onto? I think not. The grand issue hardly ever points to the creators to blame. The problem lies within the consumers; for it is them, and them alone, who’ve too often given overly-inflated value to what the creators create. Don’t like that theory? I’m not very fond of the thumb fetish anyway.

The truth may remind your tastebuds of unsalted leafy greens, but believe me when I say, “it’s good for you!” So open up, because here comes the sane train. Choo, choooo … Choose to gauge your intrinsic worth by means outside of the quantity of likes on your best-out-of-ten-takes selfie. There could be a number of annoying reasons why the nosey ‘friends’ you have little to no association with offline, lazily skipped over your meaningful content; and instead reserved your like for the semi-comical colon or publicly exposed vagina on their timeline. The world may never know.

Seek confirmation of who you are through yourself. No amount of likes is capable of making you any better or worse of a person than you already are. If you’re a good person at heart with only a few likes per post, you’re still a good person. If you’re a human asswipe with thousands of likes per post, you’re still an asswipe. It’s really that simple.

Look at likes, followers, and all of that other cliche’ crap as an adult numbers game: the persons with the highest scores have likely been playing the game a lot longer than you have, or simply have the cheat codes. Behind those seemingly astronomical numbers, you’ll find that your idols are just like you. Human.

On that note, there’s nothing more human than wanting to be somebody, with an important speaking role, on this crowded world stage. That feeling in itself is completely normal … but only if you’re being inspired by it and not consumed by it.

What a shame it would be for you to decide not to inspire one person, all because you’re not yet in the position to influence many. You’re already the main character to someone out there. Isn’t that what it’s all about anyway? Likes will never — emphasis on ever — be greater than LOVE.

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Pearls

Pearls by Joe Reid Kirby III

Natural Pearls form when an irritant – usually a parasite and not the proverbial grain of sand – works its way into an oyster, mussel, or clam. As a defense mechanism, a fluid is used to coat the irritant. Layer upon layer of this coating, called ‘nacre’, is deposited until a lustrous pearl is formed.” — Pearls.com

Can’t allow thoughts of hate to consume my fate,
I kept myself too wide open and should have closed the gate,
A long while ago, but I could not wait,
And every hook thrown out, I jumped at the bait,
And the love had gravity gone, so I couldn’t feel the weight,
Returning to reality though, crashed on me pretty hard,
It’s unfortunate I once again opened up without a guard,
And who to blame, but ones self, when falling for deceit,
And who to cry for, but ones self, after meeting defeat,
This is a very familiar realm I’ve stood in though,
According to my memory, not long ago,
To know that I keep myself in this vicious cycle,
And ignorantly choose not to let go,
But how is one to drop one chamber of their heart?
Fearing that dropping one will make the whole heart fall apart,
Plenty of time to sit and think, as I gain the spoils of the world,
But fearful to give back, because I’ve once lost everything, except my boy and girl,
Drawing back my fear slowly, and preparing to show the world,
The only way to lose that pain is to the masses, I hurl,
My whole heart,
Hoping there’s someone out there who can fix it,
Before I expire from this immense pain, brought on by a pearl.

~ Joe Reid Kirby III 8/22/12

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Don’t Be A Hater All Your Life

Don’t Be A Hater All Your Life by Joe Reid Kirby III

Why don’t we support each other more? There’s enough success to go around for everyone. Celebrity gossip; what we tend to think about the super-rich; and the blatant disrespect to the ultra-successful: are things that are often times preconceived, unsupported opinions. It is us hating on the fact that maybe, just maybe, others did what we were unwilling to do; to get to where they obsessively put into their mind they needed to — absolutely had to, be.

We tend to not be able to see the fact that they are people just like you and me; who opened their eyes, with wide vision, and saw that there were no strings attached. These people ran through life at full speed; and never looked back — other than to appreciate their progress. These unique individuals, of the same human flesh and blood, witnessed in awe the spectacle of the waves of the ocean having no end. So they decided to be those waves. The waves that only a select few would be brave enough to ride; and the roll-tide that generations to come would add to and repetitively revive.

Everyone looks at people like Walt Disney, and have only the desire to praise and work for Disney. I, on the other hand, want to learn from that incredible mind, and to eventually be a Disney. Everyone likes to drink or be associated with Coca Cola; but I want to be my own version of John Pemberton, and create my own worldwide brand as he did. Everyone wants to consume or criticize McDonald’s; and it is a goal of mine to create a product or service, as Ray Kroc once did, that will experience perpetual growth, unrivaled. Are my dreams too big? No, stop being a damn hater all your life; your thoughts are just too small. One can’t fathom the vastness of space; neither can they fathom your mind. Nor, could they ever dream of the things you’re capable of pulling out of it; and adding to this physical reality for them to see, taste, smell, feel, and hear. We’re experiencing a different level of being here. Yet, few talk about this alternate, parallel dimension, that a rare number can make out so clear.

Everyone’s more excited about when you get a job building someone else’s dreams — that those dreamers dreamt about daily, and developed into the multi-billion dollar reality you witness before you — than when you decide to pull one of your own stars out of the sky, & showcase it’s brilliance to the world. Isn’t it interesting that when we see super-successful people, that we identify them as stars? Their ability to be a hundred percent their authentic themselves, brings a certain glow to their skin — and the world becomes wooed by it.

And you are special too! Aren’t you? Were you not too one of the 7 billion to win this lottery, known as human life. How incredible you are. Winning a race against billions, to be here; before you even opened your eyes, could strike you as surprising surprise. How great you are.

Dwell in the serenity of your breath. Be happy that you are here to be. And be just that … a human being creative. You are creative — in your own secret way. Why are you hiding yourself from the world? The thought of everyone else knowing how great you actually are would likely leave you naked to the human habitat, right? Is that not how we came in to it? Someone else first put those clothes on you. Though everyone fails to remember that you came out of your mother utter perfection. Your creators couldn’t see any less than perfection in your hair. Your cry could pull at the heartstrings of any ear that caught the signal. The way you smiled was something they wouldn’t dare. You showed too much care. Your love, so unbelievably genuine and unconditional; a mere touch of your fingers would strike joy into the most hateful heart. Pure perfection.

The people had their way with you though. All in your life are guilty of molding your shape to their personal liking. Adding here, and taking away there, came the destruction of your perfection. You were pointed here, there, and everywhere; which resulted in losing your own since of direction. They may have cracked your compass inside; put strange clothes on your back; and given your brain a wash with the wrong kind of soap — some succumb to the scum; but you are not broken. Your perfection is still there.

Your insides tend to jump out of you when you’re alone. When no ones watching, you can dance and sing just fine. The best thoughts didn’t come forth from you, when you were in a classroom; but while you were in the shower, or taking a poop. Walks in nature feed your soul, and dips in water quenches its’ thirst. The balloon is most firm when it’s about to burst. So why were you told that you were cursed?

Just because you weren’t born with wings, doesn’t mean you’re not destined to fly. When the angel of death comes calling your name, it doesn’t mean you have to say goodbye. Your favorite questions as a child used to start and end with “why?” No matter how many times you’d fail, still again, and again; and again, and again; and again, and again; you’d try, and then try.

Not only are you hating on others, but you’re also hating on yourself. You could never be that beautiful; become that smart; or acquire that much wealth — these are the things you tell yourself?

Don’t do this. You shouldn’t do that. Doubtful sayings, from familiar inner voices, constantly replayed and saved in the mind. You should be scared of this. You can’t do that. What does one expect the result to be from hearing these fruitless words all the damn time?

Unless a Being chooses not to listen to the opinions of the haters, that simply wish they could … and present themselves as genuinely as they absolutely positively should … do they ever achieve the nirvana of absolute freedom. Those though whom don’t follow the systems in place, and decide to make their own, are deemed as ‘bad;’ whether happy or sad, & won’t be left alone. Geniuses are locked away in cells, while idiots are free to roam. It’s not until you realize that your domicile is within, will you ever really reach what is home.

Haters live in the hell they’ve built. Lovers only know their heaven. Everybody is allotted twenty-four hours in a day — every week is equal to seven. One can choose to be a hater all their life, and spend all their time on other’s; or, one can be a creator of life, and enjoy their time as fathers and mothers.

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What I Got

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

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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,

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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,

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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,

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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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Your Favorite Cup of Coffee: The Behind the Scenes Story of #3CupsOfJoe

Your Favorite Cup of Coffee: The Behind the Scenes Story of #3CupsOfJoe by Joe Reid Kirby III

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a cup of Joe? Probably your favorite cup of coffee, right? Well, that’s exactly what I intend to be. You read that correctly. I want to be your preferred cup of coffee; that gets you through the day, everyday.

Let’s think about coffee for a second … It’s strong, warming, and mentally stimulates you — all incredible qualities of a great writer. Why would I not aspire to encompass such excellence?

On the flip side, my ambitions are to impact the world in a similar manner. Coffee has its’ audience, and I am amped to build mine! I am on a mission to wake people up; energize their spirit; and inspire them to operate at levels they never thought possible. Do you see where I’m going with this?

To say the least, we as human beings tend to function on a much lower frequency than we’re capable of. We become comfortable with the idea of ease; and often fail to accept the necessary challenges, to draw back the bows of our life, and release them unto the bullseye of our desired target.

It’s much easier instead to follow the trends and just go with the flow; but is that really going to get you where you’re trying to go? I don’t think so. Disagree? Let us ponder on that analogy for a moment then: you’re helicoptered to the middle of a fantastical ocean, near the island of your dreams; the pilot releases you into the clear blue waters, as they’re dangerously low on fuel and unable to fly you the remaining way; they point you in the right direction, and assure you that you don’t have much further to swim. (An extremely elaborate storyline I know, but stick with me on this.) Do you: A.) Fearfully, go with the flow of the ocean; while hanging on for dear life to the closest thing to you, and wait around for someone to hopefully save you? Or, B.) Courageously, swim with all of your might in the direction an expert, who’s already been there, suggests for you to go? I’ll leave that to you to choose between the two.

My primary goal is to provoke thought, within the areas of life which the majority fail to think. The only cure for fear is understanding. It is nearly impossible though to gain comprehension from the questions never thought to be asked. Ah, I believe that’s my cue … welcome to #3CupsOfJoe.

So where does this coffee to the third power theme stem from exactly? I’m glad you asked … Truth be told, the name could be rooted to a number of sources I’ve devoted quite a large chunk of thought to: Like the theory that we reside within the 3rd dimension (4th, if you’re consciously aware of the unseen natural forces orchestrating this grand symphony we call life); quite possibly, the personal significance that I’m the 3rd generation of Joe Kirby’s; or, the general statistic that the average American drinks about 3 cups of coffee a day; and, let’s not forget to mention the fact that the human brain weighs approximately 3 pounds. Take your pick at the meaning of #3CupsOfJoe; just be careful not to dilute the sincerest message beyond the madness, being: Peace, LOVE, & Understanding.

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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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World War III: The Concious vs. The Subconscious

World War III: The Conscious vs. The Subconcious by Joe Reid Kirby III ~ February 12, 2017

Human beings are currently engaged in a battle of a lifetime — welcome to World War III. However, this is not a traditional battle for land, money, or other countries’ natural resources. The challenges we face today are more mental than physical, in more ways than ever before.

We need to get back to operating within our simplest form, as our authentic selves. It is within that state which we are capable of creating another human life. We are creators of amazing things when we can tap into the simplicity of our being at will.

How often do you consciously think about yourself & your life goals? Became one with your purpose? Instead, of constantly thinking about the purposes & goals of others ….. It is when I started focusing on myself that I began to understand everyone else.

We too often spend our days hoping & our nights wishing. A mind filled with negative thoughts, due to a lack of appreciation for the many things you DO have in your life right now. Focus on those things instead. Those shining bubbles of glimmering positivity. It’s the positivity that gives opportunity the permission to come knocking at your door.

This world today though is filled with something very different … something that’s the absolute opposite of love (& stop being a hater all of your life, we’re not talking about ‘hate’ here) … I’m talking about fear. For some, young & old, it may be the dark. For others, it may be heights. For a few, it may be falling in love. For many, it may fall under the category of simply not knowing your natural-born rights. But one thing that they all have in common though is the things that they ‘think’ they see are unclear.

Yes, we’re talking about your scaredy cat ass my dear. Casting those tragedies, rejections, disappointments, heartbreaks, misfortunes, & all other shortcomings to your supposed-to-be “perfect” life, out onto the big screen of the neighborhood’s subconscious movie theater — for all of those around you to sit & secretly enjoy, in the most unproductive sense fathomable. Feeding their minds with that sickness. The same illness infecting the darkest corners of the minds tuned-in to the TV. Speaking of channels you’re addicted to, be sure to subscribe to mine on YouTube. You know you want to. Or, don’t you? You just made my point.

To think, or to float on autopilot all day … that … is … the question. (& you don’t have to wait on the answer, here it is …) Use your mind for all it’s worth! Your wealth & riches are in there! Why are you covering your treasures with junk? Negativity, being one of those many heavily littered pieces of trash that the majority choose to collect all day. I hear it’s also one of the most commonly passed down traits. All of those improperly disposed of waste products polluting the vast, pure oceans of a child’s mind. Multiply that by our time, & you begin to wonder if there will be anything left in our future.

This is not a sign to beware, but a calling to be aware. You, as a living-breathing energy transmitter, are responsible for consciously using your mind. The thought-highways are fogged with enough fear-mongering impurities; chocking the lungs of even those who are only happy to breathe. Keep your intersection free & clear however, & you could make way for more positive inspiration to fly through. As more frequencies begin to harmonize with yours, a certain music starts to play. A genre that every culture can dance to. A beat that every heart comprehends. In-tune with our very nature. Moving the clouds collectively.

Sound familiar? The natives & aboriginals had it right. It is our collective consciousness that is even capable of moving the skies. We’re all doing that at this very moment … subconsciously setting up our physical reality … the world we’re living in today. Why are we now unable to make contact with that place where we’re able to do that deliberately? Can you see where I’m going with this? Look down that tunnel … right there … straight ahead. Move your phone or computer, it’s blocking the sky’s view of your head. Look within instead. Write your thoughts down in red. Because that genius couldn’t have come from YOU! Right?

Wrong. If confidence was your main vein, you would have already bled. If you had to choose to love everyone in this world unconditionally, or die, you’d probably already be dead. Everything that exists in this world is directly live-streamed from all that we’ve ever mentally or physically said. And every moment you add to it … yes you … yes, you do it. If you don’t pick a side to think from, your mind will do it for you; & its’ every decision will be linked to any & all information that your mental library has been fed by one, or a few, of your six senses.

We’re diving into your third eye here folks. (Yes, ‘that talk’ … don’t be so quick to brush it off with your ego-ridden know-all. I see you intellectual.) The pinecone shaped storage unit in your brain; spending much of it’s time simultaneously reflecting memories to the present moment, & mirroring your inner emotions upon your outer existence. How many of you knew that exists? Now tell me again how you expect to consciously control a massive piece of the masterpiece — which is you — that you may know little or nothing about? Y’all don’t hear me though …

No really though, listen to the voices I’ve implanted into these carefully crafted words. Reread what you’ve already read if you must. After all, wealth is in reading; & you may find your hidden treasure in these upcoming paragraphs — I’m currently trying to conjure up & present in the most thought-provoking way possible (sit still bladder, we’re in the middle of a breakthrough here). My voice is your voice that found itself.

That is your confirmation, & this is what you came for: Your life, like my life, is one story of many stories. We all simply want to be read. The thought of someone carefully flipping through your pages; engaging fully in the chapters of your life; & actively listening to … no, HEARING … with the sole intent of understanding, your message or cry, may bring a tear to your eye. And for good reason. You’ve been through a lot. Yet, you’ve chosen to disconnect yourself from this network of love & to live in fear. Not sharing your message with those who may desperately need to hear it. The real story, of the real you, & how you made it through. Why are you hoarding the countless unsticky notes in your head? Failing to communicate your experiences through your unique art of self-expression is precisely what’s constipating your mind. What do you expect then for it to produce when it drinks the laxative-ladened news daily; & is presented with gossip-filled sheets of tissue paper from toilets disguised as a friends? I’m sure you guessed it.

Come from behind the walls you’ve built for a while … reconnect yourself to human nature. Your passions are the various outlets which will recharge your batteries & rejuvenate your life. Flipping the switch in your soul from a negative frequency to a positive one. Choosing to consciously control the levels of your life, instead of unconsciously rolling downhill through them. Then, something phenomenal happens … science coined it, “The Butterfly Effect.” You are the butterfly. Your life the effect.

Rise from your next slumber transformed. Speak to others through the beat of your wings. Fly to heights you’ve never seen. Experience everything you’ve ever dreamed. Once you’re truly loving life — in love with life — now is the time to strike! Create.

Let the world see how beautiful you are … this is what makes you a star. Shine bright & show others the way. Remove everything negative from your mind, but allow the positivity to stay; rent free, & give it a key … let it reside with you … confide in you. Commit its’ energies to your purpose, passions, & play. Watch the world around you be affected by it. Imprint your trend in the wind. This is where the magic begins …

Your voice is their voice. If you were blessed with one, train it well & speak up. Those receiving the signal to the same station will hear it, & they will be inspired by it. For you speak what they think. Say exactly what they think can’t be said. Build those bridges of understanding; where you can exchange ignorance, fears, & hatefulness for ideas, knowledge, & wisdom.

If you don’t speak up though — in your very own way — that voice, that needs to hear your voice to be inspired, may remain silent. Within that silence could have been the next greatest creation of our lifetime, or the prevention of the most tragic devastation. Is that too far fetched? I suppose it’s simply a coincidence that you’re here reading these words. But what if it’s not?

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