Mirrors

I’m more awake now then ever I can see my many faults. Through the mirrors of my life some clear some blurred by self some stained by misfortune but I still carry on through the long halls of worldly judgement with my head up higher then that of the previous day sometimes I want to just have a certain kind of peace to be alone away from all of the unhappy moments with just the sounds of the rain calling my name with every drip drop I am no more troubled in my mind but I am forever calm like still waters by the seashores. Delighted in mind body and soul………D.D Kirkland   

from the mind of perfectblack

sometime’s vision is in the eyes of the sightless and blindness is in the eyes of the one’s who see………….

D.D.Kirkland.

Rulers of the light

I’m a warrior  spirit like ogun my heart beats in the drums of Shango  so I often dance in a trans like state I hear my ancestors  multitudes of whispers in the vast areas of the sea it was me levitating over my body caught in the mighty winds of o’ya in there I spin around and around like a cyclone of world winds through portals guarded by  Eleggua  we was permitted to enter in the center of this burning light I saw images of creatures From the bottomless dimensions flicker with light so bright that it could not be seen by a mortal eye high up in the heavens I was bestowed  sight  from orunmila long ago before this body reincarnated  many, many times I witness the shrines of the old one’s inside of me with ancient memories I recall a great fall to humanity I had countless names and titles I Am the teacher that’s within you that holds the keys to unlocking the secrets of this tablet and all of the powers that be stay in-tuned to me  behold the splendor of silents when I Speak mortal ears haven’t heard the utterance of one who has been truly touched by the divine touched by lucid sight touched by the Rulers of light    ashe…………….D.D.Kirkland

living dead

I’m not of this world I come from  another far  place this dual universe is a part of a fictitious illusion that keeps me trapped amongst zombies and a multitude of robotic humanoids with no light existing only as a repetition an ongoing mindless shell. see when I fell I didn’t even know it  pasting through the cannel deemed  me of my heavenly star light covered in the DNA of the ones who were present they looked like holograms of static with blueish outlines the body that I was in didn’t at all cover all of me but as I lay their and stare I Began to shrink I Saw my light body started to blink part of me began going into parts they called legs arms and toe’s it was like I was froze so I made it real with my will and bound me to this fate and then I started to create the world that they were in and forgot and attached to the thing they call living who do they think I am there’s another part of me. they took be to a building they called church  and said this is the temple of god I didn’t believe that there’s was so small many years later I started to awake from walking with the living Dead after being hit in the head I began to detach and my light body started to come back now I can see some of the codes I’m half out and half in temporary lost into a split dimension where I can see the light and the zombies of the living dead.        D.D.Kirkland

the pieces

I use to be a part of this old puzzle but now I don’t fit in snuggled closely next to the pieces  that use to be old friends over time I grew  and advanced they stayed the same flat and dull but I elevated  graduated by leaps and bounds today I was in the mist of them surveying for another spot but I Did not fit no way no how.damn I guess I expanded out of these tiny little spaces no longer apart of the pieces because my view’s our no longer there view’s of being trapped in a box locked into a I’ll just settle state of mind the world is too big  so I slide out of the box and landed on fertile  ground and some of my seeds I put down to spring up these beautiful trees of possibilities even tho some might say I’m hopeless but I’m not void of sight later that night I had a vision of perfectly  not fitting since I ‘m abstract  original unorthodox a maverick so I couldn’t be trapped and entangled with these old pieces my thesis  is to reach your brain well how can I Explain well drive in your own lane don’t follow the pieces……..DD.Kirkland

Now i’ll say Farewell Uncle Tom….

Farewell uncle Tom you can no longer rape me hurt my brothers rape my sisters my necks no longer heavy from the chains of my monstrous  oppressor that treated me like a beast with his sexual aggression I was dirty on the outside in front of other slave traders some black boys you just sodomized and fed to the gators deep in them woods of Louisiana I could see the banners no niggers allowed. So you tied us up like horses getting drenched in the rain you claimed  you had sanity  and we were insane you hugged on your white wife and kissed your white kids but perched in the church about you got to love an forgive down on this floor theses rocks are my witness you fed us slop that was not fit for hogs even the dogs lay-ed up and feasted on the scraps that fell from the masters table but we had to eat to live.oh what would I give to say farewell uncle Tom hope you die in your sleep. you our a treacherous man a child raping kid killing monster that’s not even fit to live you sold all of the adults and kept the kids you had to have them young and fresh for a clean-cut godly man like you to molest some tried to run a way but  they couldn’t out run his horse but the source of his power soon took another turn the further he went the hotter the fire burned popping and cracking as his wife and kids slept he returned with his prize possession and drop to his feet because the house was no more so he couldn’t even go inside so he took out his gun and committed suicide. now I’ll say Farewell uncle Tom you murderous bastard I’m glad your dead look at you laying there with that hold in your head………..D.D Kirkland

My Old Safe House

For Carrie Lange Thanks again!

There’s a war being fought. Who’s side are you on? Part 1

Brief description of Serapis who later became Jesus Christ.

my old safe house…….

A picture is worth 1000 words  Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller –  This is my safe house worn  and distasteful rugged and raw filled with the old me shackled and bound by somebody else’s spiritual idealism. this is my safe house filled with my family’s slave name sake. it’s been locked for generations and I am the first one freed to think and choose on my own. the door is unlocked but my love one’s are still  trapped  by an imaginary force this use to be my safe house but now I walk around freely no longer imprisoned in this dirty old safe I stop by it often  to see if my family is free but its only me not sleeping and awake I can see them trapped in this illusion a slave to the pages of a book trying to please God fearful of blaspheme possessed by a holy ghost that’s only a figment of falsehood. an priestcraft there is millions if not billions under the spell of deceitful men in the name of money not god perpetuating the spell of sleep to the masses locking them to their own safe full of lies denying  them to see truth and acknowledge the origins of a system that’s man-made my mind was lost in this safe fearful of going to a fictitious hell with tormenting fire and brimstone to my people you are not the content of this safe when you have knowledge who needs faith the temple of God is within you not in a brick and mortar or some fine so-called house of god don’t be fooled the book was placed by man it did not come here to earth on a speeding lighting bolt glistening like solid gold. but the truth is freedom of your old self awakened by new light to see a safe for just a safe and a book for just a book not a short blueprint of you life.START to break the code with the hammer of truth and the chisel of light and be free from the stained walls of ignorances and misinformation. this is no longer my safe house but it’s the cancer of feeble-minded individuals who do not think and use there minds……..D.D Kirkland

star code

some of humanity have souls all of humanity have spirit we are the great ones here we must transpire to unfold unto the universe limitless vibrations you the original man must regroup to take back dark matter science  loosening the grip of the young ones we have been here fore thousands of light years.they can only extend so far up into spiritual bliss.remember you are stars who lost their way home but only through elevation will we see our star codes.an return to our true self trapped in this body lost in this matrix we call life believing in this illusion blurs  the code to ascension now that your awake you have a duty to for fill  through your third eye you will start to see your beginning and witness your star code……..D.D Kirkland