ILLUMINATED

Oh eyes haven’t seen  the luminosity of  our enter stars  the galactic byways and lonely dark highways of distance blackness with the absence of guided light the existences of hopeless entities circling through out time and space for I have seen the glare from on top of the mountain I have drunken from celestial  fountains  and became aware of  this shadow world. In it I must  suppress my earthly scent and life force or be devoured in the mist of the boneless one’s for I have traveled to the place of my transcendence an on earths plain I have spilled the blood that runs through my very veins vigorously illuminated my serpents our now elongated up my spine placing their fangs in my fertile mind transforming me from conscious to super conscious divine. Now I sense a presence inside of my presence urging me to stick my left hand inside of its hand. Taking me to the land of no illusions where I hear legions saying you do not fear us, come near us  you have appeased and effortlessly seen through the curtains of the transparent worlds you have been reanimated many times illuminated. To do great things for you sing praises of thy self. In and out of portals of life and death  the cosmos exist in the innards of our flesh from our cerebral cortexes  to the deepest depths of our solar plexus as above so as below. for I traveled through multidimensional realms of ascension gaining knowledge from multiple  copies of myself which in turn manifested magical  Sigils. I am ILLUMINATED……..Amon Blackstone

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

ALIVE……

just as a flower needs rain fall I need a pin and something to write on to start my day a new to elevate my innards to captivate my soul with a story that’s never been told I am the author guiding this pin out leaks my magic within in a twinkle of an eye words pour out from the deepest depths of my enchanted mind surely divine in hopes to tie you with the ropes and reel you in to spin your emotions and bend your weary mind so that you can forget all your worries and get lost in me for I am the writer that depends on your eyes to follow me word after word I am alive just as the fishes in the cracks and crevasses  of the sea its me the watery substances that’s sustains life in the darkest places on the face of the earth just  as a mother  giving birth I bring life to my words and testaments so that spectators can see it is me the poet who rallies the troops in the times of battle I dazzle them with my words just as a great dictator of some far away place my words can sooth like a gentle lullaby I am a writer that’s very much so alive……..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

Eternal Sleep………Our you Asleep.

small__3433385866I use to be asleep an awake and broad day sleep to the injustice sleep to the lies right before my very  eyes sleep to the hold truth eyes open but sleep ears clogged  I did,t hear a peep  sleep but talking sleep walking in a world of sleepers I had finally opened my eyes like a new-born infant free from indoctrination free from propaganda with my soaring senses I stepped out into the world and suddenly religion did,t mean anything to me immediately I saw the so-called truths for lies I Found myself alone in a land of sleeping my world was so vivid and clear I started to shed tears for my love one’s who aimlessly slumbered   in great numbers with  vail’s over their eyes talking to them was like talking to walls.as I Tried to lead them to an awakening state I saw their fate  the more I talked the deeper they slept  clinging to this Dogma clinging to this faith while sleeping. Then I realized I’m only a seed planter sowing seeds to people who eternally sleeps now I lay awake but sleeping crawling out of my body traveling to see new light I am  AWAKE……D.D Kirkland

Free yourself “Bravery”

I’m not worried about what Mr. Charley do. To all my brothers and sisters of the perfect black let’s have a bar-b-q laughing and thinking burning these Bibles. Severing the last ties of this mental bondage. They say that I’m blaspheme because I’m no longer Europeanized. So they will never ask for me they will never comment on any of my wall post. Because I’m no thank you jesus no holy ghost. I know the real trinity Asar, Isis, Huru! Tell me what would you do if you found out the truth. Set free from the lies these shack-els , these chains of this slavery you call me crazy I call it bravery.  Ashe D.D Kirkland