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

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

Title-less

I’ve had a dream that I woke up and the hold room was filled with smoke and out of the gloominess something spoke Oh reluctant one why are you still keeping me bottled up inside let the world know it is you that has the voice Ive giving you to speak and let your words be as the sky long and blue never-ending like  the  shadows where you can not see the start nor the beginning the multiplicity of Drops raining down on a cruel world for you are the hand of the weak the hand of the faint at heart now let me guide you into this marvelous dark matter that scatters through the universe at warp speed every part of humanity is energy so how can we be defined we are title-less full of Energy body and mind so behold if it was not for you our story would never be told. So be bold I am title-less,nameless faceless an outline just as a silhouette I reside between here and there in a world similar to a hologram tell me who do they say I am how can they call me any earthly names when I am unknown anonymous to mankind I am title-less……..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

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

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

Aside

medium_7346605688I use to be a part of this old puzzle but now I don’t fit in snuggled closely next to the pieces  that use to be old friends over time I grew  and advanced they stayed the same flat and dull but I elevated  graduated by leaps and bounds today I was in the mist of them surveying for another spot but I Did not fit no way no how.damn I guess I expanded out of these tiny little spaces no longer apart of the pieces because my view’s our no longer there view’s of being trapped in a box locked into a I’ll just settle state of mind the world is too big  so I slide out of the box and landed on fertile  ground and some of my seeds I put down to spring up these beautiful trees of possibilities even tho some might say I’m hopeless but I’m not void of sight later that night I had a vision of perfectly  not fitting since I ‘m abstract  original unorthodox a maverick so I couldn’t be trapped and entangled with these old pieces my thesis  is to reach your brain well how can I Explain well drive in your own lane don’t follow the pieces……..DD.Kirkland

the pieces

Infectious…….

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