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

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

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

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

Is it He…………..

is it he who rises within me like the primordial waters is it he who brings words to life  is it he in the deepest darkest depths of my soul reflecting glimpses of knowledge from past lives is it he who connects me to the immortal spiritual realms that fortifies me from  being devoured. is it he who bathe me in magical showers is it he  who whispers  in my ears they’ll be no more sorrows is it he that taketh the pain away is it he who I see in my dreams nameless an unknown exquisite  and ageless. is it he who reunites us in the  inter an outer  Dimensions .is it he who showed  me myself  in these magic mirrors. me the great writer in the 7th century me the philosopher at Memphis me the great astrologer master of  the stars………………..D.D Kirkland