I am
ashamed
I never wrote to
YOU...
I fell
in love with
A
Girl
and Married her
now I seek to
Divorce her...
yet every time she
reminds me of my vows
"I DO, TILL DEATH DO US PART"
As My promise
still stands
to take care of her
for you
and give my
greater contribution
to MANKIND.
or face my
judgement to a feather
that did more than I.
Truly it will be a shame
my neck would never
recover to face your
EYES.
Every time she
keeps me amused
at her beauty.
she gets to my mind
and has taught me of her
family.
Destiny, Dream, Desire,
Despair, Delirium, Destruction
and Death.
All with the purpose to
take my attention away from her.
I think
she cheats
and that I am
not the only one.
I feel like she has had lovers
BEFORE, NOW, and MORE TO COME
to each she is unique despite
the disappointments and those
that appreciated her.
She always reminds me
I AM HERS AND SHE IS MINE.
Even though I am the one who cheats
on her with a MORTAL BEING.
Yet,
she shows me love
and protects me
like a mother.
and when I give her excuses,
**** and empty promises
her wrath is the TRUTH.
She is FORGIVING,
She has INTEGRITY,
She believes in COMMUNICATION,
She knowns TRUST,
She provides LOVE that is authentic,
She gives SUPPORT to my imagination.
When I believe the
night sky is a deep shade of blue,
that my hands are made to
do more than create,
and I can do more than breath
and follow the sheep,
she is always there to walk with me.
AND
she has taught me
the secret to my life, happiness
and love, is through me being
The Greatest Version of myself
each moment.
when I die
my will is to return
to her womb
the soil for which
I came from.
To be born to you
and love her again
TILL DEATH DO US PART.
To the Grand UNIVERSE, I Love your Daughter LIFE.
she is and will always be my commitment.
©Hansmind,2018.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
*PART 1, SEEKER *
Baba,
I have returned from the seeker,
The oracle that sees all.
I have seen my life,
And,
What a life I tell you, of a young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced.
Though he advised that I must deliver these messages to you,
In order of the actions I took,
I believe truly the universe has secrets to tell.
PART 2, BACKWARDS
I have been running baba,
Running backwards as is my nature,
To the point I have grown eyes in the back of my head that see, my family, my friends, my lover , angels and seek my enemies and seen the knives that have struck my spine to the core of my heart on this path I walk facing the past and clearly seeing the future.
Some have called me “stupid”, for walking backwards yet I see forward and always arrive where I am supposed to be.
Others , have called me a “snake”, yet I question don’t you have to be a snake yourself to recognize one yourself, or is it that my loyalty has been to you and no one else but my creator.
Though I must say they have been meals to themselves, and tasted their own karma on their scales.
Many have called me a “thing”,
A compliment only nature can/has accepted
And some seek to know why I speak a foreign language in this global village,
Yet their eyes drip of pain, fear and disgust that I know who and what they really are.
Baba, it’s important we acknowledge
We are of the same seed, and tree
before our journey takes on different paths,
I must share the messages that seeks to tell of our ancestry and the branches that hold the leaves together, before the arrival of winter.
In a world where man mirrors man
And history never repeats itself, but man does.
And under this very sun, nothing new has existed
Since the discovery of the 10,000 things in the way of Tao in the East and its death in western culture.
Your confidence is a facade of “incomplete equations”
(RIP master Tzu)
I chant my chant as I walk backwards 88 steps and feel the vibrations of this universe and it’s doom, if we make no change.
What a life I tell you, of a young man named kiri has lived, seen and experienced.
PART 3, DEATH
Baba,
The seeker commends our strength and acceptance of its existence
Even though
I have asked myself, why?
Now I seek to know when.
Truly “I am just but human”
And through you,
I have learnt to welcome death and enjoy a dance with her before my last step, strength, rhythm and rhyme are lost in this simulation, that quotes Jesus feet.
I must say it was a beautiful dance.
Though Baba, I must ask
Why is it I have lived through this pain,
Faced death in the eyes a million times,
And through the soul of darkness I have seen the light.
Is the journey ahead serving another 25 to life in this simulation the true light,
Yet the artificial lights blinded me like the men in the cave
to busy in the art of betrayal to see who they are really at war with?
I have died before, and a million times over, and the man I stand as today, Baba
I see the beauty in death and the pain in this simulation,
How peaceful it is to be among the stars having known I have served my purpose
And ready to shine in the light of darkness,
What a life I tell you, of a young man named kiri has lived, seen and experienced.
PART 4, PATH
You are a fool my son and you have shamed me in this global village, I am disappointed in you. Don’t you know your commandments.
“ Children honour your creator, in times of love, pain, death , suffering, and abandonment, no questions asked” (Baba)
Baba
You fool I am your creator, and as I brought in this world I shall take you out with the knifes dangling through your back
BABA!!!
I met an old lady on the path home,
She warned me of the doom that awaits a head and as I ran from her she chased me with a mob,
What did she want, she probably recognised your foolishness(Baba)
Her chant was faint but chilling,
“A stolen soul, will haunt you forever. until returned home, you will be in a prison of betrayal, snakes and darkness."
Whats so chilling about that, you little wimp (Baba)
I turned and saw my back was stuck to a tree of thorns that slithered and planted their spikes on every inch of my body.
And when I awoke the old lady was gone,
Yet her chant rang loud in the mist of the fog.
Baba
What a life I tell you, of a young man named kiri has lived, seen and experienced.
Who the hell is kiri, whose name is that? (Baba)
(Silence…..)
PART 5. MAIL MAN.
Are you done wasting my time, did the mail man give you any mail for me.(Baba)
Yes, Baba
Here it is!
Read it to me, I cannot see in this room full of darkness.(Baba)
The first letter, is from your friend in Israel “Samson”.
He is writing to you to inform you that he cannot live any longer with the guilt that eats him alive every day.
He knows a secret that can tear apart the fabric of your simulated illusion.
He is facing justice for his actions and before you go your separate ways he wishes to let you know….
He is sorry and that two of your many children are his , he is the intruder in the night who
Stole the heart of mama and why she has never loved you since and never has.
You will always be her audience in the darkness as she puppets the simulated illusion you call life.
He will be facing a judge tomorrow and getting his sentence for a “prescription written revenge”.
You will meet in another life.
Yours truly
Samson from Israel.
What a life I tell you my Son. I must find these intruders and chase them from my home. (Baba)
Silence…
What does the second letter say, read it out loud quick I have to pack my luggage and leave this place and handle my affairs, I am no fool.
I am a confident total man. (Baba)
Are you sure you want me to continue, Baba?
Yes you fool, you could even be the intruder in my house and I am entertaining you, haven’t you ever heard the saying **** the messenger”. I am your creator you fool, obey me or Die (Baba)
Yet I am the “Poetic Mirror” of you.
Read the second letter you ******* (Baba)
The second letter is from the receptionist who likes you at the hospital “Joy”
She is writing to you to tell you of a dream she had of you,
She says that she couldn’t sleep because her heart will be broken if you leave her for she has an eye not visible to mortals and wings that keep her in the clouds when she thinks, sees anything and all about you.
Her dream was of your demise,(your death)
And she is worried it will come to be,
She dreamt you had stollen a young , beautiful and innocent soul and killed it before offering a sacrifice to the Creators.
Your death was long and tiresome as you ran from the mob that was relentless to end you.
Your demise was the end of the power and foundation of a home you so badly wanted.
She warns that Mama is not your lover but the master of the illusion in this simulation you call life.
She would like to invite you to her home for an evening meal and be delighted to have your company over for a cup of coffee, maybe she could stop your demise before the cycle repeats itself and bring light and balance to it.
Yours truly,
Joy the receptionist from the hospital.
Silence….
I need to pack and leave immediately my son, we will meet once I return. (Baba)
PART 6, TELL ME A STORY
Baba
What (Baba)
Take me with you on this journey for the seeker told me of your fate.
Tell me Baba,
What is the story of our ancestry,
I must know you Baba,
For you are me and I am you
We are of the same seed and tree
That was forbidden, yet the universe had a purpose for us.
Let me save you and show my gratitude to my ancestors
For the gifts of life and repay our debt to the creators
As we are men who never betray ourselves for nothing,
But betray ourselves to rise above from the ashes
For we “no longer abide by the bell”
Before the universe sets our paths apart,
In this mortal world.
Lets go my son(Baba)
PART 7, A JOURNEY THROUGH THE UNIVERSE
My son,
As we walk backwards in this journey,
You must remember,….
You will be a king,
And as a king does, you must learn,
In this simulated game of chess called life,
The universe is the master and Mother Nature the teacher,
You must learn to loose, you must learn to win, and you must learn to evolve or die.
A man is his tools and his knowledge his power,
With out one the other is useless.
It is as beautiful as it is ugly,
And “rules will be broken”
But “today”
Be the water bearer you are
And love & cry, learn & fail , smile & frown,
Though in the mist of these 10, 000 illusions,
Remember,
In the way of the Tao, nothing is ever permanent
Change is a process
And you are the key.
Just like the universe and Mother Nature,
One needs the other.
This simulation is an endless cycle of premiered illusions on repeat,
Look for the angels among us, and in between the lines you read,
you will find the “ugly truth”.
I Love you my son, forgive me for my actions
I am proud of the man you have become,
I must go now, we shall meet when I return.
Thank the oracle for me and tell Joy I would be glad to have dinner with her once I return.
Thank you Baba, I love you too Baba, and I forgive you
I look forward to hearing the tales of your journey through the universe.
WHAT A LIFE FOR A YOUNG MAN KNOWN AS KIRI
©Hansmind, 2022.
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:37 PM UTC
I betrayed myself,
I stand grounded in chains 10x my weight not knowing what the judgment will be
What a life I tell you of a young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced.
I betrayed my ancestors,
For I was certain I was to be with them soon,
Though this simulation seems to want to add another 25 to life to my sentence,
How heavy of a debt is betrayal to yourself and those in the life before, now and the spirit planes.
A Genie granted my first wish of peace, success, growth, positive blessing and wealth in abundance in all aspects of
My life for me, my wife, my family and those who impacted our lives in positive and healthy ways.
For I now have two left
I hope that the judge sees my innocence and grants me my freedom to be me and true to myself.
For I must deliver a message (warning) to my creator of his death before we part ways in this life
As Socrates once said during breakfast where I couldn’t help but listen in before his last sip “Make your Ideal a reality or slightly preferable your reality ideal”
For this life is full of uncertainties, and on this ground which I feel the vibrations of all,
And the light shine through the other side breaking the walls of the universe,
My betrayal is what eats and taunts my soul,
For I betrayed myself for belonging, for family, for love, for friendship, for enemies and for the this simulation I called my world
I should have answered the call of the stars earlier and joined my ancestors in spirit planes
What a life I tell you this young man named Kiri has lived, seen and experienced
I am ready to pay the price and give this endless cycle a new life, under the sun that has evolved and changed but never offered anything new but the illusion of it.
Justice is karmas favorite nephew
Even to the innocent,
You are the light that they refused to accept and cursed you the black sheep,
As they Sat in the Darkness in Awe of the delusion this simulation premiered in repeat,
Unaware of the cage, inside a cage.
What are you responsible for?
In this simulated game of chess ♟
WHAT A LIFE FOR A YOUNG MAN KNOWN AS KIRI
BY: POET KIRI
©Hansmind, 2022.
Ps:
To: My Ancestors,
I seek your forgiveness and guidance in this life, for I may live to immortalize you for the growth and success of our families, Children, future generations and those who need our help in this simulation.
I am sorry I betrayed you 🙏🏾.
Yours Truly;
A young man named Kiri
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:26 PM UTC
Memento Mori
The simulation is as beautiful as it is ugly,
The beauty of talking to yourself is that you know the pieces on the board.
The terror of knowing a man’s death and it’s connection to you, tears you to pieces, because your words could be the end.
Knowing you should be dead is understanding that your queen could be your Delilah
And your Achilles heel, yourself,
What is yours will always be yours
Know your worth.
And check mate yourself always my son,
That’s the life of a young man know as Kiri
And just like Clark Kent doesn’t tell everybody he’s Superman, remember nobody knows Superman is a man known as a Clark.
The universe is bound to balance the simulation,
In this game check mate yourself and know you know nothing of who you are until you see your face at the base of a *** of boiling water.
Then…will you understand to the core of your heart who & what you are.
Pick your poison, ascend to the stars and shine for a millennium or to the depth of the ocean where the souls lost in the this cycle of the simulation drown there screams in sorrow of the never ending torment. The choice is yours, unless you are the black sheep .
Let’s play Chess son,
Your life depends on it.
WHAT A LIFE FOR A YOUNG MAN KNOWN AS KIRI
Checkmate!♟
©Hansmind, 2022.
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:16 PM UTC
If I found I,
Then who are you?
If I found my demons,
then where are my scars?
If my Eyes are the window to my soul,
then where are the blinds, to keep my house in order.
I know a story of a master
who let his servant rule his estate,
now he is a prisoner in a dungeon
of his making, a servant to the servant.
one needs another
yet another needs one.
Its chaos, chaos, peace, chaos.
what a lovely tune, in working sync with life.
I had a childhood friend
once upon a time,
He found his peace in the dark
I found mine in illusions
what can I say my imagination
was of his doing....
I am now an empty canvas staring back at one myself.
I wonder if he is still alive,
I could use his wisdom right about now.
I am a man of my word,
And I plan to play God,
Because I am.
I know history hasn't been kind to my kind
But it's called playing/being Professional.
It's a facade
RULES WILL BE BROKEN
©Hansmind,2019.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
Run, run, run
Run with the wind
Till the night of the full moon
And fall into tears of joy
To the sight of nature.
As for it is beauty at its best
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Look upon you
And admire all that
Is a blessing
Learn to understand so as to see it
Granted unto you
And appreciate yourself
Till the mirror does back too.
For your reflection is a gorgeous spell
It is I
And my definition
With existence their comes meaning and value
With the world it’s a rule to power.
As red is to…
Seek to see…
We are born to love….
Fall in love to
The sound of life
And the happiness
That we truly deserve
Because we are a being
Meant to love
Born to express, illustrate
And pursue
For as to lose is to gain
And to miss is to know
From our dear hearts
Born to…we are.
So happy____________ to us.
©Hansmind,2015.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
May you let me READ ALOUD to your soul.
Trust me
So we can find love
And share the mirror
I see through
For it is never a hawkers game
But,
A key to the many that
Let's us be one for eternity
For a white lie
Isn't strong enough
To win a game of poker against it
Where's your mind
When beauty is your agenda
Or was the cover of the book too
great to read on the suspense
That now laughs aloud in your conscious
At you.
READ ALOUD may I continue
Or is this such
Of the many tales
You read as a child
That let life blind you
With all its folds.
If so let me correct you
As I now
READ ALOUD mine to you.
With the simplest of words
That I would like to read a book
Of many genres
I will love and
Forever think of for eternity (life at death)
And write one back that you will too
Kicking fiction off the shelves
With a bestseller
Which we will read to the joy of our hearts
and one day we shall tell the story
Beyond us and this bubble of a wall.
As it will be in the best of cursive
Furthermore a script
That makes fantasy
Think twice before writing itself.
And end with THE END.
Truly.
©Hansmind, 2015.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
PART ONE: 1
I have been thinking
What would it be like to know the truth?
What would you do about the truth?
What would you describe it as?
What if I told you the truth?
That the truth is more than one.
How curious are you to know?
Would you handle it if it was ugly
And made YOU look like it?
Would you still be ready to know the rest
Only would you recall that its hard to accept
And easy for all to see
But prefer the darkness better to trust it.
Your running away
far away from what is our aid
Take your TIME but not to long
Your in a race against it.
Are you ready
Either strong to handle it
Quick to overcome it
Or tumble down to the pit
For its the ugly truth.
PART TWO: 2
To the truth
We are a novel
A new one each step we take
An open book
As it may see.
But to us the truth
Is a whole big question
A mysterious myth only
Few have faced in reality.
What is the ugly truth
May it be that we are all in the dark
Unaware of the ones next to us
Or is it that death walks right in front of us
But none can see it.
Many say the truth
Is the light
But would you believe them
If you sat down and
Saw the other side of it
Only to find out it walks with misery
In the dark as the light we seek.
We've been living a lie
A lie so big that
Our minds run of imagination
And nightmares of the future
We are not safe
Buts it's too late
It’s a revelation, a revelation of our kind.
We choose to follow
Than stand unique
Divided amongst many
Unity was brutally murdered
Trust no longer exist between true blood
That the word blind no longer describes us.
But yet the ugly truth
Holds more than we can see
And imagine
It's time to face it
Fast faster than time will lapse
And save the future.
©Hansmind, 2014
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
I WANT YOU TO LISTEN BEFORE YOU FEEL.
I
Congratulate
You.
...
I understand now
That I am not
and she is neither
and nor are you.
In Life
is Man,
Woman
and
Money.
And I am disgusted
with my own state of affairs.
I am a HYPOCRITE,
(YOU COULD BE WORSE )
that a rat that is not a part of a the race
has a better chance of virtue.
I am not unique but
part of the equation of nature
for a upon a time in history
I was a "FEATHERLESS BIPED"
just as a chicken awaiting
the process of
the roast.
YET
upon death and decay,
if I am not in history
as a statue to symbolise
immortality.
I
will no longer
be MAN
but a CREATURE
with bones undistinguishable from
my kind.
These words are of a man
man that has nothing
to him and his time
but a chance to reflect on life's
greatest EQUATION
of meaning.
These are the words of the man
that lives like dog
he dares to speak his mind
a man we question his existence and purpose
we call mad, insane and a savage.
His words will never shake you
if you question
WHY HE DARES TO SPEAK IF HE IS NOTHING?
Were you truly listening?
Question.
Would you lend an ear
to a
A man that lives like a dog
or
A Man that lives in concrete
bubble?
I want you to Think beyond the concrete bubble
you call safe.
MAN + WOMAN x MONEY(NATURE)=...............
whats your equation like?
©Hansmind, 2018
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
I don’t see
The meaning of hate
If X is part of
The alphabet
While Y is the
Question that follows after
As A,B,C,D,E
Are the multiple choices
You got out at sea
When team Q , aRe
S, T and U
While M is the
First set of twins
Cloned from N
Thus V and W
Followed the trend.
Well the sky
Seems to be the limit
For K,L and M
As I is for I
And I alone (I am the being).
Although I got a thing for Q
Thus Z played a
A clever game
Zipping up the show
For the audience
F,G,H,J, O and P
Pleased from the performance.
©Hansmind, 2018
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC