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

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

Sacred self………

troubled sky’s in a  forsaken world of misfits and stormy clouds pined down by this blanket of shadows with a devilishly  grim fate the smirks of under cover enemies staring at me so lifelessly as if they can see my troublesome soul alleys of broken glass comfort me. as if maybe I can hide myself under the black of night commotions startle me  from and upper room the howling screams of someone’s painful fate. As I walk through the alleyways of broken glass I cant help but to think someone is watching me maybe because of the eerie sounds of rusty chains swaying from side to side with every couple of seconds a clink,clink I started to move more rapidly. As my heart beats vigorously I’m now drenched by my on perspiration. fearful of  my own sudden death out of the corners of my eyes I see a figure so vivid  and clear stocking me like late night prey could it be the fifth I Had of that good old Johnny walker playing tricks on me one to many drinks I guess or is this real it  was not up for debate. As I turn the corner and walked through the puddles of muddy waters I remembered my pocket knife and I though I’m going to Kill this mother Fucker. being that I’ve never killed anyone before I shook nervously like a leaf on a tree. joyful for a dark opening I entered and waited to confront my fate. as I Stood there my life flashed before me instantly  I can see all that I’ve done wrong painfully awaken by a harsh reality I can now see myself an arrogant self-centered cheating bastard that’s not even worth the air I breath. And then I heard a splash could this be my last day on this crummy earth with my sweaty palms I held on to the only defense that I  had my lonely pocket knife ready to drive the blade inside of a juggler  I anticipated a bloody fight. footsteps of my would be murderer sounded like they were getting closer to where I stood scared to pieces I boldly peeked An saw nothing but the cold stare of my shadow reflected by and alley light Damn. Could it be that I’m delirious Spooked for all this time by the Demons inside of me In that dark corner I vowed to change my life if I could just get out of this Alive. Many nights I wrestle with my sacred self. knowing that for every action there’s a reaction when it comes to the matter of self knowing this I often live out of a bottle hoping that it could drown my weary sorrows to conquer self and do away with ego in a world of troubled sky’s a storm is coming full of lighting and shadow clouds would I have the strength to travel the alleyways of broken glass to find a place to embrace my holy sacred self out of this rain…………..D.D Kirkland  BE SURE TOO CHECK OUT MY OTHER BLOG ON THE RIGHT THE DD.KIRKLAND THEORY THANKS

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

RAIN…..

its something magnificent about the night-time rain it calls to me as every individual rain drops its speaking its name in octaves of musical notes in hopes to find standing waters its son and its daughters from the heavens beyond space. it finds its place to be consumed by vegetation its substance brings life  and creation it rejuvenate’s the land. Its something magnificent about the night-time rain oh how can I explain it cools you off on hot and muggy days the birds gather in it and play the flowers bloom in delight a metamorphosis takes place in the black of a rainy night how can one for get the glorious breeze  of the night-time rain so refreshing and invigorating its something magnificent about the night-time rain so hypnotizing invoking emotions of relaxation and glee it put most of us too  sleep but not me I listen to its many different  notes fall over roof tops rolling off of rocks dripping into puddles with an ongoing flow ever tried  to count the rain drops I’ll bet you’ll be asleep before they stop my gifts our uncountable like the multitude of rain drops its something magnificent about free thought writing with my windows open hearing the rain drops fall i’m compelled to write to it like a songwriter with a beat because its something magnificent about the night-time rain……Perfectblack

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