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

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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