I feel the warmth from the blacken sun shining upon me

With its obsidian rays blazing through my entire being

Leaving soot like that of a charcoal ashtray

The winds here are visible black like clouds that encamp around me

Meaning to bound me in a trans like state

Hypnotized by these remarkable outlines

Events occur like classical cinemas of black and white

Before my very eyes as the nights here never turns into days

Some how I learned to love the rays from this blackened sun

The rivers here are black as oil with shimmery glazes

And the daemons that roam here is those of my own

Seeking union and manifestation in the world of light thats outside me

My eyes now are like darken shades

So I’m guided by black non-luminous rays

To my promise lands of the unknown

The stars here are invisible

And the known world today is no longer livable

For the feeble mind.    

Amon Blackstone


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

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 codes.an 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

Shared Stardust……..

up on the tip tops my mind flip-flops from music to the pin well I guess  I,ll just compose sitting here froze with my lips locked as the clocks go ticktock I Carry my heart in a zip lock away from would be breakers. I see the movers and shakers and the neighborhood trouble makers saying the sun Don.t shine my way. it’s kinda hard from the start to be happy when everybody around wears a frond it’s really different when you’re in it and targeted by eugenics mixed up in this riffraff Damn we just used the last pack of candles in the bag but our lights cut off in the deadly freeze of winter. I’m really tired of getting splinters messing with this wood stove.but the worlds cold like me my sisters and brothers room I watch the moon the only light in My room glued to the windows wishing I can leave this place on a shooting star far from the boulevard but I’m a dreamer so I go there in spirit on the plains of Africa deep down in the Serengeti and sometime I don’t want to return but my mother yearns for me because she knows some day I’ll be star glistening in my star-dust illuminated by my smile and she will say that’s my child mr successful no matter how hight I climb no matter how beautifully I shine I’m no better than no one. so I Share my star-dust with other would be stars because I aroused from the ashes like a diamond in the rough  was down on my luck but still shared my stardust……D.D Kirkland


just as space  I’m  bottomless upside down endless all around in thought just as the sea I’m refreshing calm  and cool very much so deadly and cruel  but life-giving why don’t you take a dip into my pool of thought. many times I’ve  fought with my talents came to grips with my fate dealt with hate on a daily basis’ but only in my penmanship I’ve founded a hiding place. I’m Sometimes a slave to my own phrases shackled and bound they pound on me vigorously for me to write them down scratching at my surface  making me ill until my cup runs over and spill I’m a poet no one has to tell me I know it. I have many sleepless nights  because of these hunting words howling in my innards slithering in my Nerves. the pen the pad and every computer I’ve ever had has been my contentment  the only resentment  was when I could,t write to  entice my intellect giving freedom to my words with verbs an adverbs profound with nouns a complex puzzle I jotted down giving me a dose of poetic anesthetic to sooth my ongoing pain to bring me sunshine out of  my troubled rain. even tho shadow clouds are near I’m fearless at heart vibrant in spirit courageous in mind beautifully placed like musical notes in octaves  Devine….D.D Kirkland

Shadow clouds of thought………….

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

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