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The Gr8at by Joe Kirby III | 04/17/2020
The Gr8at One
Where i first gained control over my body was when i self-taught the practice of trading a bad habit for a good one — like when i completely traded fast food for homecooked meals back when i used to compete (as a fitness model). Not only would i do that, but i would take it a step further, by associating my new good habit with my old bad one —…
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5 to the Body, 1 to the Head ... Another King is dead.
5 to the Body, 1 to the Head … Another King is dead.
5 to the Body, 1 to the Head … Another King is dead. by Joe Kirby III
“Having strong enemies is a blessing,” claimed a young King, Nipsey Hussle (33), on his last day in this hell we call Earth … because, as any worthy adversary would, strong enemies make you stronger. It is resistance which makes the muscle grow. A life made of nothing worth fighting for lacks growth in the greatest muscle of…
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Sick of Sorrow
Sick of Sorrow by Joe Reid Kirby III | Trapped ... Within the fat inside my head ... A slave to the Soul ... Free is the skull that's filled with lead ... Push the pencil along the paper, & see the denseness of the red ...
Sick of Sorrow by Joe Reid Kirby III
Sick of sorrow … You can borrow the muscles in my mouth … Let’s see if they can make you happy … Hungry or horny … Scream & shout … Feeling like I’ve walked through this maze before … Still unable to remember the route … To my way out … Trapped … Within the fat inside my head … A slave to the Soul … Free is the skull that’s filled with lead … Push the pencil…
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3:33 AM
3:33 AM by Joe Kirby III
It is pain that makes the ground shake …
Trembles of anxiety crack the lake,
Spilling out the collective tears of what ‘love’ can make …
Or the lack thereof, when you awake to the fake …
Stumbling around like a lost soul,
When your belief in miracles begins to break …
Feeling like the 1st birthday,
With no party,
& still strange faces ate the cake …
Naked …
Grab your…
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Happy Half-a-Century!
Happy Half-a-Century by Joe Reid Kirby III
To Mi Moda for her 50th Birthday:
A half a century ago, Your energy ripped through the fabric of reality … Danced with love … Sang with joy … & gave to the earth unlike that of a boy … The 28th of March in ’68, Became a holiday for all to celebrate … You cried, You smiled, You slept, You ate … & the urge to grow could never wait … Now here you are in your…
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The Black Thread on the Heart ~ LOVE Poem
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…
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History Repeats Itself in America: History in the Making -- Poem
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…
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In a vast space where stars collide. ~ Poem
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…
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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,
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Soon Successful ~ Poem
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…
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BeLove BeLoved ~ Poem
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…
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Your Matter Matters ~ Poem
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…
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Happily Married ~ Love Poem
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…
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Champions Quit Quitting ~ Poem
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…
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A New Day ~ Poem
A New Day ~ Poem
A New Day by Joe Reid Kirby III
There’s been worse than your worst,
There’ll be better than your best,
You can’t allow life to hold its foot on your chest …
You can allow the weight to squash you,
Or you can squat it and then press,
But only the latter will allow for a great night’s rest …
The time will come where you’re forced to come to grips with who you really are …
Your guess may have been…
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Final Hour ~ Poem
Final Hour ~ Poem
Final Hour by Joe Reid Kirby III
I find comfort in my silence …
Witnessing the world all around …
Wondering if anyone can hear my whispers,
Amongst all of the earthly sounds …
Thoughts seem to sound better in my head,
Than when I say them aloud …
But no one can touch the words I write,
Although I’m much more appreciative than proud …
Grateful for my gifts …
And thankful for my talents …
Where…
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