FEELING THE VOID……..

I use to have nothingness inside voided out from my enter guide deaf dumb and blind going through life on borrowed time. Traveling alone the same roads of love one’s living up to their expectations and spiritual motivations  because they said it was true. But who knew from feeling the void I can practice a voice of my own that I didn’t practice even tho I was grown I felt so empty being exposed to other people’s life sometimes temped me to say fuck it I’m going to do as I please and then the old folks tell me I need to get on my knees and talk to a man who didn’t look like me I’m so empty as time pasts I didn’t have the faith I use to have but I was still empty from all the bullshit they sent me damn do I even know who I am the more they told me to pray the more I would stray I’m so glad I did. never have a choice as a kid. but it was something down deep in the inside  that told me let me be my guide  and ever since then I’ve been feeling the void excavating the truth from a mountain of lies now my eyes have seen that which was hidden because I’m traveling the roads that was forbidden. along this path you would never have the friends you though you had because there back is against you. your family would never be the same when the slave maters the blame he took it  all including your name and tamed you with his religion  regardless of your decision  but some how speak about his god and all of the love he say he has but freely took his whip and beat your ass damn. I start thinking how ignorant it would be to sit next to the devils pulpit and pat my feet not me I’m feeling the void everything that was implanted in me is now destroyed.                                             Amon  Blackstone

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Manifesto of truth

This is my manifesto of truth no matter how hard it may be I will tell the truth in words an deeds I will pick out the weeds in my perfectly groomed lawn I shall sing praises to the coming Dawn this is my manifesto of truth I will pull words out of my word well I would get back up even if I Fell oh how beautiful is the ever so underlying truth. That’s lets me bury the hatchet and hang lie’s in a noose if you always try forget you’ll never grow from the past so live life everyday as if it’s your last don’t be mad this is my manifesto of truth because I’m the maker the owner the very cream of my enter earth if you can’t deal with you it want work this is my manifesto of truth and sometime’s it feels like my well then ran dry so  I often  close my eyes and inhale and exhale a new light that’s shimmering so bright it takes meditation to see yourself through this looking-glass. a self-reflection can be very hard you may cry enough  tears to fill up the boulevard in your own manifesto of truth it might send you through the roof but it would still be the truth manifested from the inside out  that’s why I’ll send you my undying peace and love on the wings of  a Reiki Dove healing from the lie’s healing for dealing with the truth about yourself you never really needed a book all you needed was self………..DD.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

The Traveler……..

consumed by cluttered  emotions unraveled into nothingness in the fullness of space within my own mind unable to be understood. These visions so vivid and clear is the shimmering light upon the darkest most inter parts of  my temple  unexplored how can I excavate the remains of timeless existence and many lives pasted I still carry with me in this reincarnation ancient memories and teaching from my master teacher I close my eyes and see the compass representing  my endless travel. I can hear the village elders speaking about the traveler who was caught up in a time bomb blowed apart his many pieces scattered around the solar system all taking a different metamorphosis  in this world and on to the next. I travel in the speed of light filling the space  around me the people here think it is me that they know but I am nameless…..perfect black

Aside

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

Rulers of the light

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

The quilted Vail………

Oh how blind are those who do not  see with their hold being but only with their natural eyes you could not see the quilted vail heavy and wet dripping with ignorance  stained with disbelief  and carefully woven with pass me down beliefs just as family traditions an heirlooms the quilted vail lingers on regardless  of your own knowledge ,research and understanding. The quilted vail starts to cover your entire head this vail is inherited by our offsprings.this same quilted vail has infiltrated our own awareness around the circumference of thoughtlessness this quilted vail has literally taking over our lives. generation after generation. When will  the blindness cease do you have the persistence  to be free here I’ll give you the keys to detach yourself from the ideology of this dogma called religion this will began the process of cutting away at the very fabric of this quilted vail because knowledge is power and boldness is magical. could you stand up and go against the grain for truth to escape the controlling grips  of this quilted vail  by paving your own paths not the one’s that was giving to you but the truths you have found to be true in spirit and mind on your personal spiritual voyage to my people OPEN YOUR EYES  LISTEN TO THAT INTER MOST VOICE because the truth will definitely set us all free indeed so mote it be!!! D.D Kirkland

THE TRUTH HURTS………

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

the one experience that changed my life was when I became aware of self . aware of lie’s that I was raised under it was not my parents fault. they thought me as they were thought.under the christian faith as you read many of my blog entries you will see i’m just an apostate one who turned  form the beliefs I use to fancy. what would you do if everything you believed was a lie would you stand up for truth and be shunned or would you continue in a lie to be loved well I took the road of being put down for truth. and bye any-means i’m going to tell it in my own words so sit back and take off your judgmental caps an Read. my first eyeopener was about the biblical Adam & eve the so called first man and woman vs the Spinx in Egypt. if Adam was living today he would be around 2’000 years or more if he really existed furthermore  if this is the beginning of creation for mankind,how could the Spinx be over 18,000 years old who created it. this trows a bone into the hold biblical story of creation; THE SECOND EYEOPENER: the death,an Resurrection. I found out that the resurrection of Christ was not the original it was not the second or the third it was something that was stolen from ancient cultures such as the ancient Egyptians and  the people of India.all of them were savior gods with the same birthday died an resurrected and was said to return. now if your christian don’t all of this sound very familiar.I GUESS SO my third eyeopener was about Jesus an his and his twelve followers. Jesus who christian call the son was really the SUN of our universe an his followers were nothing but the way the SUN move in an out the zodiac.it’s twelve of them I might add light bulb,zing they say Jesus is the light of the world and so is THE SUN I WAS DEVASTATED. the truth really hurts how could I’ve been fooled this way then I realized I was not using my  GOD giving right to just think, man the truth hurts……………DD.Kirkland

Aside

there’s someone out their that’s been secretly struggling  with religion feeling like they don’t belong. no matter how much you try to learn or a pastor try’s to teach you just don’t get it. feelings of burning in hell for all eternity lays heavy on your heart  why maybe it’s because of the long nights at church when you were a kid  the horrors of revelations enormous locusts  flesh-eating beast fire that’s going to burn the world. however end time prophecies  are supposedly being for filled in fact that’s all preposterous these things has always been on the horizon. it’s but only two words that can sum up this ideology fear,and uncertainty. it’s a lot to take in as a kid to hear about the beast or the man of sin the allegorical son of satan. if you don’t live right you’re going to hell. as a kid I never could understand why people was so darn happy to die to leave this world maybe it’s because of the blind hopes of a people who have been bamboozled  into hoping for a savior with blonde hair and blue eyes.every Christian , denomination or faith comes  form but one influential mother called the catholic church with its diabolical  tendencies of world domination spawns new christian radicals such as the so-called prophet Joseph smith his views of Mormonism and racial division in the church about African-Americans being the cursed race. sense then the L.D.S removed those views from their church to bring forth equality to its African-American  members in the early 1980’s making it possible for them to be heads of church  pastors teachers and so on.oh how ignorant our those who are still affiliated how do you think  life long Mormons really feel. how can this really be love and of God in-fact it’s all man-made and God doesn’t have anything to do with it. MONEY & CONTROL of people is the real motive behind Christendom no matter what faith there right and your wrong. in the African-American churches of denomination the battle for baptism is at hand being emerged in a body of water in the trinity of the faith or being emerged in only the name of jesus causes division in the church today so other radical groups come in to play called non denomination. they don’t care what faith you are  as long as your names on the dotted line as a member you can be Baptist or catholic ;church of god pentecostal or anything you want to be.why is this happening.people are slowly declining in the church today they are getting sick  of  false hope and confusion  due to the radicals of christ if you don’t pay tithes you will surely burn in hell these Dogmatic views causes the people to be stuck not because they want to but it’s really about fear of not pleasing god  the fear of going to hell the fear of not being able to shout or dance the fear and uncertainty of death even if they can see the trap they are still victims of it.simply because of fear.They want even question the church and it’s leaders  don’t even worry about its bloody ungodly origins an believe the book hold heatedly  without dispute . our people African people don’t need a brick and mortar to acknowledge God African Spirituality is apart of us it’s the magic that makes you think and feel like you never felt before in Christendom theology  is the study of God an in African Spirituality we know you can’t study GOD. how silly do that really sound you can’t study something you can see or understand that’s beyond our comprehension but the  radicals of christ is still here  perpetuating  the lie’s of the catholic church an it’s offsprings it’s so sad. like the old saying go’s “fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me” D.DKirkland

Radicals of Christ………..

original DNA…..

My ancient blood flow flows from creation the activation of melanin through my pineal gland, Was once a boy but now a man born out of chaos and friction. The father mother and child awakened by the sun rays. Memories of a young black man locked in a cage generations of injustice. The dissection of my self-worth was thought to hate my brother and put my self first.Now that I’m free from this perpetual slave mental. I realize I’m no longer Europeanized unleashed  from grips of  oppression. My obsession is the liberation of the Asiatic Black man and womb man. So my brothers and sisters wake up and open your eyes we been lied too  giving this cancer called religion.  Causing us to believe  in fairy tales  where we can’t even rationalize don’t even know the truth because we been brought up into lies. but now is the time for real freedom so that We can walk the straight and narrow path. everything was once blurry now I see the world  through a looking-glass  out of the matrix our eyes our unveiled the one’s who’s talking bout heaven but taking our people through hell. these pastors these christian folks tell me how can one who’s  blind see through the lies.