LIE IN YOU

[LIE IN YOU]
THE MUSIC...IF YOU MISS THIS MUSIC YOU ARE MISSING OUT
http://youtu.be/-iVkQ5TGzNI


I want to lie in you...
To stir the blood that courses through your veins and circulates in your brain.
I  want to awaken the feline in your femininity, kind of stroke your kitty to sleep.
Lick you till you weep all over the hairs that cover my chin.
Dick feels as if it weighs a million pounds as it swings so ponderously between my thighs.
Bout to be some intensity in here.
Bout to knock down some walls.
Make that clit spit all over the place...all over the damn place.
Sometimes rough and sometimes gentle as you and I take this ride.
You on top as I try to suck both nipples at the same damn time...from the back as I try to impale you into submission...hanging from the side of the bed...in the back yard.
Nutjuice and cream in the middle of the night.
A sexual lycanthrope in the light of the moon.
Want to swell a pum pum.
Pull some hair and scream some obsenities as the neighbors strain to hear.
Make you have to take a pillow to work.
Just plain be a beast...
I want to lie in you.

hamzahfaruq

OF LOVE

[OF LOVE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...IT MATTERS...
http://youtu.be/70bJLlrdE90

If I were to touch you would I be absorbed by your skin?
Consumed?
Would I be able to stand the sight of you naked as I drink you in with my eyes?
So many years of loneliness.
Lost in the fear of losing you in some future time cause even though it may not seem so I want a lifelong love.
Been alone so long I wonder if its really worth a try as I dwell in the strokes of my pen and pencil and this art flows from my mind.
All dedicated to the beauty of the nubian kings and queens as they are led along the path of forgetting who the hell we are.
Would I fall into your melanin and be revived... pulled from the bottomless pit?
Where I stand in the cold water of all the tears of my ancestors and listen to the voices as they echo off the walls.
For I once sought love as mortal men do and was left standing alone on a barren field of crushed dreams and lost hope
As the world seemed to forget about me and the days became the years that had passed.
A warrior stranded on the battlefield of love as materialism and narcisism have left me alienated.
The things of this world will mean nothing when the days grow short and its time to go home.
Will I remember the scent of a woman when the sun sets on my horizon?
The feel of her skin?
Will I?

HAMZAHFARUQ

TEARS OF A QUEEN

[TEARS OF A QUEEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/j7jMB3FDhV8

She cries and somewhere in the world her tears fall as the rain that wakes a sleeping man.
He stands and chills run across the expance of his skin as his third eye opens in recognition.
Drops of Allah that trickle down her cheeks as war continues and men gloat over the dead bodies of men.
Evil redefined to suit the needs of the evil.
All the while the man continues to walk in ablution ...washed in the blood and sweat of his ancestors as his breadren was and is sold a lie.
All for free about freedom in houses of worship where slaves are made to see reality through the vision of the master.
Clapping and dancing in apparent rapture as revelations of revelation are revealed on the evening news.
Gunshots and sirens.
Politicians with that same tired rap all dressed up for another day of sticking it to the comman man and woman...business as usual.
Dictators and the dictated.
A baby lies sick in the hospital bout to die cause his parents got the short straw...no insurance when food has to be placed on the table of the needy.
A wino leaning on a tree in the middle of the park with no hope left.
The moon pulling at the tides.
As she cries.

HAMZAH FARUQ

SWEET TOOTH

[SWEET TOOTH]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...SOME REAL FYAH SHIT
http://youtu.be/WEO2yHT-j5k

Sometimes late at night I find myself craving a treat...cookies and ice cream as your core floods the receptors of my sweet tooth.
A sigh as I sniff at your scent and feel the rise of my nature straining to fill you again and again.
As the petals of your flower flutter in the heights of the passion of we as I take you on a ride of proportions to magnificent to be measured by mortal means.
Your screams are the fuel that feeds the fires of I as I stroke at the walls of your womb and your sweetened liquid pours onto the sheets.
The sweat that glistens in the softened light covering we in the dew of our desire...relative humidity and thunderstorms.
I see you as my slave as I command your body...as I command your mind in the throes of passion...where the beast lies in wait.
A slave to the want of you as your nipples beg to be sucked by my eager toungue...standing in the air like ripened fruit..cherries and whipped cream.
Chocolate dreams of rising from the sea of all creation as I bend you over and plunge into the tunnel of love that hangs beneath the mountains of your bootliciousness.
Beakoning me to explore these new lands and claim them in the name of all that is I...as they tremble from the magnitude of this quake.
A flag waving in the wind of our release as you draw me in and I plant my seed deeply...my manhood and your femininity.
As the night drifts away never to be replaced and I find myself craving a taste of your treats...
On my sweet tooth.

HAMZAHFARUQ

PENSTROKES OF A QUEEN

[PENSTROKES OF A QUEEN]
THE MUSIC AND IT IS ESSENTIAL THAT YOU HEAR THIS...
http://youtu.be/kX4-OMWCdCc

Touch me...
Take these chains that have bound this body...this soul.
A weary traveler wandering city streets where queens walk amongst the ranks of man.
Breathe a part of thy life into these weary lungs that have smelled the stench of death...
The breath of a new babe as he opened his eyes...to light...to light.
The scent of thy perfume as it wafts from thine skin...
To fill the nether regions of a mans being.
Give these muscles the strengnth of thou caress...
Drifting in the spirals of thy hair...maps to the universe mine empress as we fade into time.
Water that falls on paper as these words are ripped from this hand by a fevered mind.
Penstrokes that turn into a picture of a woman painted in words...rendered in clarity.
I dwell in thee primaly... a piece of what we are...a piece of what we were.
Find me in the crevasses of thine femininity where we merge on molecular plateaus and create life...
Pieces of these souls falling into the future as these days pass us by like cool air.
Come my queen...
Touch me.

hamzahfaruq

7 HEAVENS 7 HELLS

[7] SEVEN HEAVENS...SEVEN HELLS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...IT SETS THE TONE...
http://youtu.be/kOPxmqKl7Yc


As a man returns from the depths of the seven caves that inhabit the seven souls of a sun raised in the turbulance of babylon.
Born in the land of seven hells where the thermonuclear radiation beat down on backs that bore the criss cross of the whips strikes...where Allahs children still cry of atrocoties as they linger in the belly of the beast...10 horns and a whore who stands illuminated in a harbor...fire glows in her right hand.
Seraphim and nephilim locked in a war where mere mortal men are swallowed whole for they cannot see the magnitude inter-dimensionally.
Realism blinds in all its illusion as third eyes are severed in public schools and destroyed with saturday morning cartoons filled with manifest dillusions.
Seven trumpets that sound the alarm following the opening of the seven seals and preceding the seven thunders rolling across formally fruited plaines that once existed on mental planes.
The cries of the crushed cry from the dust that becomes the bricks of civilization...such a chill wind that blows against the skin.
Woe unto the forgotten...woe unto the forgetters...singing songs of genocide...staccato words of hatred and ignorant ambitions...prancing in ignovision.
As a man stands in the land of seven hills where native men called on Allah before the slaveship jesus brought us to these shores.
To be reborn and delivered...converted and distorted...beaten and destroyed in the torture chambers of the pharoah.
Jail cells and prison dorms where life and death are sometimes one state.
As the seven levels of heaven prepare for war with the seven levels of hell we stand divided in this the land of the free...conditionally.

hamzah faruq

IN YOUR SKIN

[IN YOUR SKIN] DEDICATED TO ONE OF THE FIRST READERS I HAD. MERCY ARNOLD. SINCE 2007...THANK YOU MERCY.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... YOU BETTER LISTEN MERCY...
http://youtu.be/Oat_nhfhDgE

There you are all up in your skin...
Such a lovely pixie as you flit all up in my mind... rewind.
There you are all wrapped in reality...
Such an enticing piece of cocoa so bitter yet when mixed with sugar so sweet.
AHHH...as you play across the mentals of my depraved mind where these lyrics reside.
A taste of you in the molecules of the air that I breathe on a winter day in the first part of this century.
Where I record as this life unfolds in glorious shots of vivid color.
You in your doe eyed wonder have seen my rises and falls as these years have passed us by.
A day as I ride in the atoms of we... so many miles apart... clay roads in Georgia.
Beaches in Florida as you invade the greyness of this matter that fills my cranium.
The sun as it rises across salt marshes and cotton fields.
So many the settings as I travel on these thoughts.
So far and yet so near.
All up in your skin.