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


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

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

star code

some of humanity have souls all of humanity have spirit we are the great ones here we must transpire to unfold unto the universe limitless vibrations you the original man must regroup to take back dark matter science  loosening the grip of the young ones we have been here fore thousands of light years.they can only extend so far up into spiritual bliss.remember you are stars who lost their way home but only through elevation will we see our star return to our true self trapped in this body lost in this matrix we call life believing in this illusion blurs  the code to ascension now that your awake you have a duty to for fill  through your third eye you will start to see your beginning and witness your star code……..D.D Kirkland


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

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


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’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


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………..