who I am and who I am not

I am a Writer and my  Life revolves around being left mostly alone in my own solitude.Hunted by my most deepest of thoughts I am not religious  and religiosity has no place  within the thinking of mankind. For religions our the strongholds of despotism and madness. I am not political in nature  nor do I adhere to the views of state and country for this place is not my home. I am not an American because equality is absent. But what is present is the shattered picture of one mans Dream to be free  that horribly when wrong sure the laws have changed but there minds remains the same. I am not ignorant nor am I ill-mannered  I am not a gangster or a thug but I am powerful and my mind is brilliant  I am a dangerous force to be reckoned but most of my brethren  our still the slaves of  the trans atlantic days and even if they act a little crazed it’s just because they forgotten there brilliant ways and I would say to them are you still that slave? I am not an animal that needs to be caged but a visionary with crystal clear gaze to see our mishaps and short comings  our triumphs and achievements our sadness in the mist of genocide I am not the holder of traditional views of radical fools and there lost causes. I am newness and my path has not been laid before me I am freedom a treatment that straightens a sickened mind………….D.D Kirkland

Tend to your own backyard….

Better is he that give from his hold heart blindly but not foolishly charity from a giver who thinks less of you and gives out of pity is this charity or just the mindset of the rich. Giving is more than feeling sorry for a person or cause giving is heart-felt and selfless with no respect of persons race religion or creed. How can you give to the rich and shameless and it’s people starving in your own backyard. How can you even talk about humanity or even call yourself a humanitarian on a flight across the world when its little boys and girls in your own backyard. That the community has forgotten about. How can this be the land of the free when everything is taxable before Obama we had money for wars and still couldn’t feed poor why because America couldn’t mind its own business always putting their two cents in and got the nerves to call Israel a friend.that’s just a political mess to send are solders to their deaths all because they could not see it or they just didn’t care what go on in their own backyard. D.D KIrkland

THE VESSEL………

words pour out like rain clouds out into the distances onto would be worshipers drizzling them with word drops from my many fountains of celestial waterholes from within could it be im drowning in a bottomless sea vessel just as a figment of marvelous word art and poetic fondness. for with words I’ve been secluded wrapped up in my own solitude with no one lost in my own matrixes a labyrinth of shadow clouds passed down from one poet to the next they are within me blended until  bliss I close my eyes and download the list for I am great like my brother keepers that have met the grand reaper in death but there words was left lost in the troublesome waters no longer able to confess they are tied to me  I can see their mountains of words layered away for me intertwined with mine remarkably Divine how ever when the weather is uncertain and the mighty wind blows through my curtains they call out to me begging  in competition for me to write them down saying you are the vessel SPEAK NOW so like a puppet is to the puppet master I willingly write them down and it becomes me my words become theres giving them a voice in this life and on to the next for I Have eaten with the multitude tasted the words of brilliant minds but my demons and I still quarrel within the bone yard of flesh-eating parasites over words I am the vessel the mouthpiece of the voiceless the sanctuary for the restless and faint at heart I am the vessel……………….SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!!!!!!……….D.D Kirkland

Better Days to come by…..

you have better days to come by even if shadow clouds hang low better days to come by even if you’re the topic of everyone’s conversation still keep your head on high even if no one’s with you.you still have better days to come by when your feeling low and blue look in the mirror and say your starting a new everything new friends new money even if they laugh at all your idea’s and tell you it want work  just smile at them because it’s better days to come by only if you knew the sun is about to shine so bright for you  because your like water everything passes through when they look at you all they can see is that beam of light shinning so bright on you they don’t want to admit it but they thinking to they self he or she is going to be something so they stick around in hope’s of keeping you down but it’s better days to come by right now you feel like that monkeys on your back squeezing the life out of you and now you think you’re at your wit’s end huh let me tell you my friend you have better days to come by its going to be you with that best seller and multi million dollar book deal and the world is going to see your skills you know why your better days is here it just took you a minute to realize and open your eyes to see when your better days would come by. some of the greatest minds was all alone they laughing because your starting in your basement starting in your home never give up on your dreams no matter how hard it might seem your break is coming only if you can hold on and hold out your about to show out despite of mass rejection the world is your playground and your carving out your section so walk in boldness my friend because it’s magic within…………D.DKirkland

Now i’ll say Farewell Uncle Tom….

medium_3976123125Farewell 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

Infectious…….

my words our a  pandemic highly infectious you can’t even breathe  a contagion like the black of death dark in nature vigorously  gaining momentum unable to be contained I’m an outbreak call me affliction my words sting similar  to scorpions injecting their  venom unto the world synonyms to  plagues wide-spread I touch one I Touch them all infected by my content infected just by my  sight. I am pester hidden under a mask.  hazardous  simply perilous for those who oppose an attempt to twist I’ll tell you this I am  propaganda that keeps you chained I am slander that damages your good name. but many misunderstand  my words in paragraphs books and phrases trapped in my labyrinth entirely confused. I LAUGH AT FOOLS  who see lie’s for truth right before their eyes I am the last words after death that dazzles the spectators about your mortal life without me the world would be lost in silent’s  no one would be understood  I am a wizard and words our my wand I uses them continually to convey  my deepest thoughts with words. In them I have found a fountain of truth  that’s so blissful and refreshing. I can be used for good or for evil deeds  I can bring the strongest man to his knees with just words alone religion’s our built upon me  even in some books I am GOD speaking written in red . I am Plaque  highly INFECTIOUS and widespread ………………………….D.D Kirkland

Mind Bender..

medium_4219041554I am a mind bender witness the splendor of thoughts outlined in chalks so blissful and new take a sip of this intellectual brew that centers your spirit and captivates your mind in the angle of perpendicular lines intertwined now let me tickle your emotions an play with your mind thats trapped in this bind now as you bend to my will let me  imprint these codes as I twist and bend on your frontal lobe getting rid of imperfection like laziness, procrastination and self hate igniting thoughts an feelings that motivate your  cerebral cortex tapped me an said it could’t wait your still sleeping and not awake you been having problems with your conscious mind now let bend a little here an you’ll be fine. I learned  how to do this directly from the Devine I Could put my thoughts into yours so when it rain’s it pours Im a Mind Bender behold the story of the mind have never been told so you listen up here before you lose control  with excitement and glee now Ive  touched portions of the mind that have,t been used when you close your eyes now solid  matter will move……D.DKirkland