Poet kiri

Poet kiri Mar 2022

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.

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Poet kiri Mar 2022

JUSTICE 👨🏾‍⚖️

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

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Poet kiri Mar 2022

CHESS ♟

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.

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Poet kiri Dec 2019

RULES WILL BE BROKEN

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.

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Poet kiri Jul 2018

BORN TO_________. (LOVE)

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.

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Poet kiri Apr 2018

READ ALOUD.(BEST-SELLER)

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.

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Poet kiri Mar 2018

UGLY TRUTH

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

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