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Saturday, March 31, 2012

[TEMPLE KNOWLEDGE]




[TEMPLE KNOWLEDGE] A TOPIC SUBMITTED BY  THERESSE BYNUM
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... A SOLID DROP...
http://youtu.be/prniVpIJ3yg


As once man walked in the wisdom of the elders and grew into strong nations... built monuments which have withstood the tests and ravages of time.
Ancient temples of learning where spirituality and man were one... the wisdom of the tribe the shield against the world outside.
Wind and rain... sand and forest as roots crumbled the stones and they broke away in the silence of standing alone.
The fire of cannons and guns as armys tried to erase the truth... wiping away the nose and lips in caucasion dreams of manifest destiny.
Rode into villages and killed the Griots... killed the connectors to the past as they trampled warriors bodies beneath the hooves of horse and chariots.
Blood of knowledge seeping into sandy ground as buzzards and crows pick at the flesh of all that we ever were... all that we are.
Man now walks in modern temples of knowing where the elders are locked away in homes and the children run wild.
Young men who have no identity and women who think that they dont need fathers to raise strong seed... nurture them into trees with strong foundations.
Anchors against the storm that has been unleashed and swept across the planet rendering whole cultures desolate as western his-story has become the basis of who we are.
Lost in tricknowledge and false visions as placed in young minds.
As the world tumbles d
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[SOMETHING ABOUT YOU]





[SOMETHING ABOUT YOU]
THE MUSIC... IF YOU MISS IT YOU MISS THE POINT.

Something about you... I said something about you.
Got me so messed up inside. 
That smile...  oh that smile got me wondering if I touch you will I ignite like a match as it hits the strikepad... flash.
All up in the photographics of my mind.
Every move that you make stored away in the album of beautiful things which I only look into when I am alone in my thoughts.
Something about you reminds me of things that happened before these bodys that we inhabit were pushed from our mothers wombs.
Worlds that revolve around far distant suns...
I Picture you walking on sandy beaches as your form casts a shadow on the whispering waves.
The first time I saw you I was funked up... The fifth time my heart threatend to burst from my chest.
Such a work of art that thou art classical.
Something about you makes me wanna touch you to see if you are real...  to let you feel what I feel.
Smell your hair and digress into your skin... 
Talk to you on moonlite nights as the world continues to take us on it circular journey.
Woman you got me so dizzy... spinning on the axis of all these feelings.
I told you theres just something about you.

ITS GOIN DOWN PART 26


[ITS GOIN DOWN PART 26]
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL564FB30909F817E1

Red has been planning for this day for a long time. His mind has been like this since he was young. Possibilities and results seem to align themselves and when he was young he was the one the fellas came to whenever they had a problem or wanted to see if a caper could work.
The men walk for about two miles before they come to a stand of deep trees in the forest. They walk to the trees and in the center of them there stands Dead Meat and he has 5 horses. This meeting has happened 10 times over the past two weeks for ten different groups of men. The men change into civilian clothes and Red puts on a large hat and takes a beard from his bag and puts it on his face. He stands and looks around at the men with him and is satisfied by their appearance as well.
Dead Meat come over to where he is and says "Red you know that this is it don't you. This is where you show them you really mean business. All your roads have led to this point, this crucial juncture"
Red thinks back to the speech that he gave in the city and remembers the people faces as he talked, the way that the children had looked at him and he looks at Dead Meat "Dead Meat I know that the people gotta be free. Its time that humanity reached its true potential and I know that this thing, this fucked up system ain't did shit for us. You know I appreciate the things that you have done for me Brother and I know that you will continue the fight no matter what. Al hamdu allah my brother and fellow traveler.
The men look at each other and embrace as muslims do. They part and look at each other and there is admiration in both men's eyes. They walk back to where the other men are and Red and the men mount up and  turn to ride away, there are no goodbyes and when Red looks back Dead meat is gone.
The men ride all day and along the way Red lets his mind flow over the situation as it stands. He knows that the government has almost no means of communicating and have had to resort to older methods which the troops are not trained for. He also knows that a lot of soldiers are conflicted and are leaving the military at a rate which  has caused the military to order that defectors be shot on sight. He also knows that he has a five day window to do what must be done.
 These 50 men have been trained for rapid deployment and Red did this secretly. Not even The Spook or Flenardo knew about this and it had to be that way. None of the men who are on this mission know the whole of it. They have been infiltrating society on this side and working to fit in those were their orders. Yet yesterday a new order went out and they have all begun to move towards a central point. Each squad of men has a different strength and Red knows that they will need all their training for this mission to succeed.
As the men ride they are silent and every once in a while one of them rides ahead to check out a ridge or fork in the road. Red knows that the horse has become a preferred method of travel again. Yet 5 armed black men on horses is another thing entirely. They have a lot of ground to cover and the only time that they stop is to allow the horses to rest and drink or feed. They eat while the horses eat and they cover a good deal of ground the first day and arrive at the farm where they will stay the night. One of the brothers rides ahead to make contact and they wait for his return. Soon they see him riding back and he stops and gives the signal and they ride to him. "Sir the situation is normal" the man says and Red acknowledges him and they follow him in. The family that owns this land has owned it since slavery's end and proud of it. They are led to the barn and are introduced to the man who is the great great great grandson of the first man to own this land. He is named Horace Jolly and he is rather proud of his heritage he walks and as he walks young men come from various places and walk with them. He introduces them. They are all his nephews and grandsons and there are about 40 of them. Red can see the pride in these men and it affects him greatly. They are a representation of what he is fighting for. This pride.
The men are lead to the house and they meet his wife and his nieces and daughters. Their children and grandchildren and are allowed to shower and eat. After dinner Horace walks the men around the land and shows them the trees that were planted by his great grandfather, the stream where he caught his first fish. After awhile he stops and turns to the men and speaks to them solemnly "You just don't know how long my family has waited for this day. I am proud that I could do my part in helping you and I hope that you succeed." He looks at each one of them and they can hear the tremble in his voice as he continues. The government has become the beast and we are its food. I want to thank each and every one of you."
The men look at him and at each other as they thank him and their is a proud look on every face yet there is something else and it is humility.
Red knows that he picked these men right.
they are lead back to the farm and are taken to a large building which looks like a steel shed but when it is opened there are beds lined up on the walls.
Horace explains "This is where you men will sleep. It is where all the unmarried men sleep on this farm for now, until this thing is over. Whatever the outcome."
the men are tired from all the riding and by the time the other men come in they are asleep. They have another long day in front of them tomorrow.

TUNE IN MONDAY FOR ANOTHER EXITING INSTALLMENT OF "ITS GOIN DOWN" ONLY AT BLOGSPOT


Friday, March 30, 2012

PURE BLACK


ITS GOIN DOWN PART 5


[ITS GOIN DOWN] PART 5
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL310FE30AF1EE25E8

It is now 1500 hours and Red is sitting in his room alone when there is a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
The door opens and Rosemarie enters the room. She is followed by 4 women. Two of them are black women and the other two are a white woman and a woman of asian descent.
She introduces them as they come in and stand in stand in a line facing Red.
" This is Wilma Bishop and Kiley Brown" she says as she point to the two black women. She points at the white woman and says this is Ashley Diaz and this here she says as she point to the asian woman is Sysuda."
Red looks at the women who stand in front of him and gives them the once over before he speaks.
" I want to thank all of you for volunteering for this mission. It is going to be dangerous but there is no other way to do what must be done. I will be perfectly honest and I want you to know that one or all of you may not make it back."
He waits for a reaction from the women but there is nothing but resolve on their faces so he continues.
"What you are doing here is going straight into the belly of the beast so to speak. Your mission is to go into the enemy ranks and insinuate yourselves into their camp. We need information and I see no other way but this one. I really think that it will be easier for you women to infiltrate their ranks and find out the information that we need for this movement to succeed."
He goes on to tell them the story of Judith from the apocraphal books of the bible and how she saved the Hebrew Israelite nation from the clutches of Holophernes. He can see that the story has them enthralled and he feels the pride swell in them. It is almost palpable.
He finishes and then he says "you are all very beautiful and I am sure you know how to use your charms. I am not asking you to compromise yourselves but what must be overstood is that what you are doing will be spoken of in the future long after our bones have turned to dust. You will be remembered as the queens you are."
The women look at him and the woman named Kiley step forward and her beauty almost knock him back.
"Red sir I will do whatever it takes to free the people from this system of inequality. All my life I have wondered what true freedom would feel like and now I can see that it really is attainable. I will gladly give my life...my soul for this thing to come to pass."
She stands there and Red steps forward and carresses her face tenderly. He feels the tears that threaten to flow from his eyes and looks to the side as he struggles to keep them under control.
The women come forth and gather around him as if they are trying to take strength from him and they all embrace and stand in silence.
No words are needed.
He finally breaks from the circle and steps back and tells the women to leave the room...all except Rosemarie.
When they leave he turns to Rosemarie and says "Rosemarie their lives are now in your hands. I want them to recieve the best training that you can offer and when that is done I want them to go to My cousin Raymond and have them learn what he knows. I want them to have the best chances for survival possible."
Rosemarie looks at him and her next words are so strong that they make him feel humbled.
"Red you are a good leader and I know that you never really asked for any of this but I also want you to know that we all will give our lives for you. For this fight. You have given us hope Red, and in these times that is a most powerful thing. We owe our lives to you Red."
Red looks at her and speaks " Rosemarie this thing that we do is not for me...it is for you and the unborn generations to come. It is so that no child has to ever go hungry again... To be ostracized...to be left behind. It is so that we can be what Allah really wants us to be."
Rosemarie looks at him and turns to leave the room and then she turns around "Red do you think that we will win?"
Red looks at her and then he answers "Yes."
His answer seems to satisfy her and she turns and opens the door and gets ready to leave.
"Rosemarie."
"Yes Red?"
"When you leave will you tell The Spook that I need to see him?"
"Sure Red."
The door closes and Red is left alone in his thoughts.

TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR THE NEXT EXCITING INSTALLMENT OF "ITS GOIN DOWN" WHERE YOU ARE THE STARS.
STARRING...ROSEMARIE HOWARD.... AS HERSELF
SYSUDA...AS HERSELF
WILMA BISHOP...AS HERSELF
KILEY BROWN...AS HERSELF
ASHLEY DIAZ...AS HERSELF
RAYMOND MURPHY...AS HIMSELF
DERRILL GUIDRY ...AS THE SPOOK.

HAMZAH FARUQ

[DRIFTING ON THE MOLECULAR STRUCTURE OF TRUTH]

[DRIFTING ON THE MOLECULAR STRUCTURE OF TRUTH]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE OF I
http://youtu.be/l2O7YpENesw


WELL IF I MUST I WILL PLUCK SOMETHING FROM THE MOLECULES OF THE AIR.
ESSENTIALLY EXISTING IN MY INDIVIDUALITY WHERE I BUT A MAN LIVES IN THIS VERSION OF KING JAMES REALITY.
SO MANY WHO FOLLOW IN HYPNOSIS AS DICTATED BY SCRIPTURE... CHAPTER AND VERSE.
DROWNING IN THE WATERS OF MISTRANSLATED WORDS.
AIR THAT CIRCULATES IN THE LUNGS OF ALL THINGS AS HEARTS...BEAT ... BEAT... BEAT.
WITHOUT THE TREE I AM NOTHING... WITHOUT THE WATER I AM NOTHING... WHEN THE LAST LION DIES WILL ANYONE CARE?
ALL THE WHILE PREACHERS PONTIFICATE AND OFFER LONG PRAYERS IN PUBLIC PLACES WHILE CHILDREN DIE FORGOTTEN DEATHS ON STREETCORNERS EVERYDAY BECAUSE IN GOD WE TRUST DOES NOT INCLUDE US... THE BALLOT OR THE BULLET AS MALCOLM SO ELOQUENTLY SAID AS HE ROSE FROM THE PIT OF ALL CONSUMING IGNORANCE WHERE HUMANS ARE SWALLOWED WHOLE AND SPIT OUT OLD.
TALKING IN TONGUES AND GIVING CREFLO ANOTHER DOLLAR... FOR WHAT?
CADILLAC RELIGION SITTIN ON BIG RIMS AND SPORTIN A FRESH PAINTJOB.
PEOPLE MARCHING AND CARRYING SIGNS... MAN Y'ALL SLAVES AINT TIRED OF THAT?
SORE FEET AND A BAD BACK.
IN THE MIDST OF ALL THIS I TAKE A BREATH AND BREATHE IN.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

TENTATIVE SOLUTIONS TO THE BLACK PLIGHT. A DISCOURSE




Someone recently posted the question to me 'how can we move forward?" Ironically this is a question that has kept me awake for many more nights than I care to count. These are just some of the answers that I have come up with.
1st and foremost there is a pressing need for re-education. By re-education I mean that all studies to our people should be to strengthen our nation. Blacks in Amerikkka spend around 22.9 BILLION dollars a year on bullshit, clothes, hair products and other frivolous endeavers take our money while our children are educated by a system that has shown time and time again that it does not care about our interests or the truth. A fund needs to be created in Amerikkka for the Dislocated Afircan people who reside here. This fund should accept a monthly donation from any black person in Amerikkka who who wants to give. One dollar a month entitles you and your children to the same benifits as one million dollars. Your money ensures that you and your children are to be entitled to share in the rewards of this fund. This fund should br managed by a committee of people who have shown that they have the nations best interests at heart. This committee shall have to answer and open the books to any member who requests it. No one on this committee shall try to impose or otherwise use religion as a means of procuring funds, this is a movement of the people and by the people. No monies are to be taken from any organization that seeks to compromise or influence the mission which is simple, upliftment. The funds shall be used to to invest in our future. Stock shall be bought in companies so that we can exert some control over them, any money made from the stock market shall be redistributed into the fund. Schools and community based programs are to be started. The schools and programs are to follow the concepts put forth about re-education. True history is to be taught as a prelude to THE NEW AFRICAN PHYLOSOPHY. Every fact that we know about our people throughout history shall be taught, good or bad. We must not hide from who we are or where we came from. Religious studies are to be factored in but they must be true studies, not preaching, just teaching. We must keep in mind that religion has been a control method for hundreds of years. That is why our teachers will have to have studied more than western phylosophy, psychology, and theology.
2nd and this will probably be the hardest part. A change of the way we use media will have to be affected. all influences that we see on T.V., the internet, and the newspaper should be controlled by us. We need shows that are serious and that show us in a positive light. It seems that all the shows geared towards us are comedys, and shows that show us in a negative light. All informationthat we receive from any outside influences shold be scrutinized and treated with scepticism. Our daughters must learn that black is beauty and to love being black. No more blue contacts and permed hair. Our sons must learn to fight for our nation ,gangster and thug dont make you a man. A man fights for his people. it is the way of societies that succeed. True assimilation is the key, by this I mean assimilation within the world diaspora, Amerikkka has shown that we dont matter. The world is somewhere around 80% people of color. These people will deal with us once they see that we are serious. this will in effect empower us even more.
3rd we should reach out to the motherland, with the education we possess we can make the motherland strong and viable. The rape of the motherland must stop, be it by anyone black or white. It does not benifit the children of africa wherever they may be. Our goal should be to claim the wealth of our ancestors back. these are but a few of the thoughts that I see as necessary for our forward movement. These things are all achevable we just need to stop being pimped by religion, mass media, and anyone who does not have our nations best interests at heart. Once again this is  HAMZAH FARUQ signing off. Onward to the future.

WHEN [DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF THE AMERIKKAN JUSTICE SYSTEM]




WHEN [DEDICATED TO ALL THE VICTIMS OF THE AMERIKKAN JUSTICE SYSTEM]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/XIf2QW8jIH8

When the truth blasts from the triple stages of darkness as an evicerating light that obliterates lies told to babies in classrooms where individualism is crushed and curtailed.
When man begins to see... not as mankind but as man which is who he truly should be.
Al nas roaming in this great conspiracy where a black childs murder is just a roaring whisper... when it should be a deafening roar.
Standing on street corners and watching the beast roam rampant in our communities... urban slaverows surrounded by a suburban plantation... massa and the house niggers cohabitating in glittering towers of steel and glass.
Planes flying overhead which carry tons of dope to the ghettos as junkies toke on a whiff of false hope... blow out the smoke.
Blue steel held in the hands which holds such an awesome power as it is carressed and cleaned... freedom in its barrel... freedom in its bullet... freedom in its death.
Children who have been brainwashed cybernetically as our race loses ground kinetically falling into the pit of homogenous dreams where our story has no validity.
We but these bits of the beginnings of man and woman of African descent being manipulated into our own demise at the hands of genocide as it is preached on T.V... as it is played on movie screens and written on the pages of magazines.
Ministers of death who tell lies in the name of religion to build congregations of followers while ignoring the leaders... creating mental disease in the name of the most high.
Levels and squares and big ol G's standing in the house of God spouting insanity... standing in the senate and the house rubbing salt into old wounds and making six figure salaries while riding through our world with windows rolled up tight.
When is this shit gonna stop???
When.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

PAIN IN MY LIFE



CHILDHOOD DREAMS DRAPED IN THE DEEPEST SHADES OF RED THAT THE HUMAN PSYCHE CAN IMAGINE.
BLUE THAT FILLS THE EYE AS FROM THE CORE DOTH MY MIND CRY OUT FOR THINGS THAT COULD NOT HAVE WENT ANY OTHER WAY.
DEATH WITH HER FINGERS SO COLD AS THEY CARESS A SOUL SO CLOSE TO MINE.
A BROTHER LOST TO THE ECONOMICS OF THE CORNER.
WHERE THE MAN WHO DRAWS FIRST IS THE MAN WHO WALKS AWAY.
WHISKED AWAY ON THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL TO THE RESTING PLACE.
AND YET I LINGER ON A WORLD WHERE I FEEL SO OUT OF SYNC AT TIMES.
THESE WORDS SO REFLECTIVE OF THE PAIN OF DREAMS AS THEY SHATTER INTO A MILLION SHARDS OF GLASS AND CUT INTO THE SKIN OF A MANS FEET.
BABIES THAT JUST DIE IN THE NIGHT, SOLDIERS IN STRANGE LANDS SO ANY MILES FROM HOME.
THERE EXISTS A BLACK THAT BLEEDS INTO THE CAVITIES AND RECESSES OF EVERY THOUGHT THAT EMANATES FROM THE SUBCONSCIOUS.
DAYS THAT HAVE SHADOWS THAT CREEP INTO THE SUNLIGHT.
CRIES TO THE HEAVENS TO BE TAKEN AWAY, TEARS THAT STAIN THE WOOD BENEATH HANDS ON BRIDGES AND THE ROOFS OF BUILDINGS.
WHY DO I REMAIN?

WHAT NOW??? A WAKE THE HELL UP WRITE.



WHAT NOW??? A WAKE THE HELL UP WRITE.

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... SOME WAR DRUM MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/zf8o7qJrBoo


Okayyy... in the last few days we have seen a young black mans death be ignored. I dont mean in the media but by the supposed law. The last article that I published addressed the ineptitude of the government and its handeling of the situation of our people. It also addressed the video of Jason Russel running around nude and flamboyantly gay. I said that a government agent probably slipped him a mickey and I really believe that.
My facebook page was shut down while someone somewhere conducted an investigation. I was not allowed to log in at all and in the end they changed my name. This was done without my consent. 
While we are on the Trayvon Martin subject let me just say that everything which is happening with his case was something that I figured would happen. All of a sudden he is being turned into the menacing black thug. Records of his apparent defiance and unrulyness are being pulled from the air and flaunted around for everyone to see. Look at the bad black kid. Yet these traits are common in all young people and I bet there are some policemen, doctors, lawyers and politicians running around trying to hide the actions of their git... their children so to speak.
All the while the fact is being ignored that this adult male accosted and fatally shot a child as defined under Floridas law. Are black people relly so blind as to think that Al Sharpton and the right Reverend Uncle Jesse Jackson {no relation} really give a damn about us or what happens to our future. It is time that we as a people took a stand and really confronted this system. No holds barred.
I also said that there are things that make me ashamed to claim black and this case is yet another representation of how deeply misled black people are in Amerikkka and the world as every other race gains ground we lose it to bullshit comedy as played on T.V. screens and thug movies that sell illusions of ghetto glamor and ascending to the heights by acting white.
I think that our ancestors deserve more than that. I think that our children deserve more than that and I definitely think that if this is continued into the future all vestages of who we once were and are will be lost to vicious propaganda. 
The other day I was talking to an uncle of mine and he looked at me and said "Somebody has to take a stand. We need the black Panthers" I really do agree with that statement and it has me really thinking of my next move.
This is Still Hamzah Faruq and I will talk this mess till they kill me or shut me down... whichever comes first. Saying "Dont be a mass media fool and a racists tool lost in the new school while forgetting that we were once Kings and Queens

{THE SET UP} HIGHLY EROTIC


 THIS IS THE PLAYER THAT GOES WITH THIS PIECE

THE PHOTO IS OF A FRIEND OF MINE WHO MODELS. HER NAME IS NIA DELONG


She walks into the medical tent and I look up from the book that I am reading. It is from a series that the Colonel and I are reading together. Some tight ass sci-fi. I ask her "whats up?" We went to high school together and I had been stationed here for almost a year before she came to this post. Our relationship has always been easy. As she talks to me I look into her eyes, they are so big, so brown. Her voice is smooth like a fine brandy and it reminds me of home. All of a sudden my buddy clint bursts into the tent and tells me that I have to go to the hospital to pick up the supplies. We are in the field and the hospital is like 45 minutes away. I stand up and the sergent looks up from the papers that she is reading and says "take Vickie with you." Vickie stands up and the view of her hits ne so hard that I swallow hard. "GODDAMN! this is one fine ass woman. Her and the sergent look at each other and a look of knowing passes between them. We leave the tent and climb into my jeep and I reach over and switch on my boombox. We peel out to the sounds of Gregory Issacs. We leave the compound and as I drive down the dirt road I leave a cloud of red dust in our wake. After we have been riding for a couple of miles Vickie reaches over and switches off the boombox. I look at her as she drives and she tells me 'I have always had a crush on you." I slam on the brakes of the jeep and we grind to a halt. "What?" She does not answer, she just takes my hand and pulls me to her and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and her tounge sends me into overdrive. I am as hard as steel and it presses against the camouflage pants that I wear. I throw the boombox into the back of the jeep and I pull her closer and we kiss again. We are both in uniform but I need her so badly. I drive a little way down the road until I spot a side road and we pull into the woods. We are naked so fast that I dont remember getting undressed. I get out of the jeep and pull her to me on the passenger side and throw her legs across my shoulders and I kiss her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth. She grabs my head and pulls my mouth into hermound and grinds on my face as she screams so loud that if anyone were within a mile they would hear her. She pushes me back from her pussy and stands up and sit me in the seat and strokes my dick as she remarks how thick it is as a drop of precome forms at the head. She closes her lips over my dick and hums and I curl my toes. "Damn this woman is good!" She looks up at me as she sucks my dick and it turns me on so much that I pull her face up to mine and kiss her. I push her back into the seat and I push her legs back and I ram my dick into her as she screams and digs her fingernails into my ass. She screams over and over as I beat into her pussy with my dick. I have always loved a loud woman and I squeeze her breasts and spank her ass as I lick her calves. She cums and it sprays from her clit as I pound into her. I stand her from the seat and I bend her over and plunge into her as she pushes back into my dick and I can feel it as my dick slides into her womb. I fuck her until I cum all over her ass and it runs down into her pussy lips as she collapses onto the seat. She turns around and kisses me and reaches into the back of the jeep and pulls out a clean towel and wipes herself down. We go to the hospital and return with the supplies and as we pull up the female sergent walks out and winks at her. All of a suuden I think to myself " how in the hell did a towel get in my jeep?" They walk off and I realize that I was set up.

WATCH US. AN EROTIC PIECE

 THE MUSIC...




I get off the mike and my co-host takes over and he hands me the phone.We do a radio show at the local college station. I look at him and he gives me the groupie sign, a little something that we worked out a long time ago. She says "are you Yoda?" and I say "yes I am." She goes on to tell me that she listens to our show every week and that she always listens to my commentaries and the poetry that I read. I say okay and we talk for awhile before i ask her what her name is and where she is from. She tells me that her name is Maleka but everyone calls her phat cat, she is from Atlanta.  She asks me my real name and I tell her. We talk for awhile before my co-host gives me the sign that it is time to cut it short. Time to give away tickets to the concert. I get her number and tell her that I will call her later. As me and the co-host leave the station I call her on my cell phone and we talk for awhile before she asks me what I am doing tonight. I tell her that I am going to the coffee house to read some poetry and she tells me that she would love to come but she does not have a ride. I ask her where she lives and it is about 5 houses down from my friend who is going to the spot with me. I go to his house and pick him up and throw mt brother who is in the front seat with me the keys and get in the back. I guide them to her house and I walk to the door and ring the bell. She comes out and I am floored...she is only about 4'11 and her eyes are green. She says hi and I greet her back. She is wearing a sundress that is short and it accentuates her ass as she walks in front of me. I can see that she is wearing t back underwear and she smells like fresh rain. I open the car door and she gets into the car and I walk around and get in and introduce her to my brother and my friend and they are entranced by her as well. We ride and they dont even turn on the music as we all talk until we get to the coffee house.We park in the underground garage and go into the coffee house and get a table and order drinks. She gets an expresso and I order a ginsing up as the jazz band launches into a set. The music plays and she asks me a whole bunch of questions as the music feeds the vibe. She is so damn small and lovely that I am entranced by her. She talks to me abut my poetry and asks me where I get my inspiration from and I tell her that life is my inspiration and she asks what I mean. I look into her eyes and I start to recite to the beat of the jazz as the drums and the saxophone play in the background, I feel the trumpet and the piano and I bring my lyrics to match the flow of the music, She closes her eyes and leans into me and the beauty of she almost makes me want to melt into her skin, to live in the core of her. The band stops playing and she opens her eyes and leans into me and strokes my cheek and sends my mind into a tailspin. My friend is the first poet tonight, I am being featured so I have to go last. He gets p and spits some flow that the crowd eats up and comes off the stage , a few more poets go on and soon it is my turn and I go up and drop 2 pieces and try to come off the stage but the crowd will not let that happen and I have to do 2 more pieces. When I come down she has ordered me a roots drink and I sip on it. We talk to everyone at the table, my brother and friend have pulled 3 female college students to the table and one of them is all over me. Maleka is running block and she is good at it. After awhile she asks me if I would like to go outside and I get up quickly cause I can see that shit is about to go down between her and the other female. We walk outside and light up a cigarette and talk for awhile before I ask her if she wants to go to the car and smoke a blunt, she agrees and we go to the car and getinto the back seat and I roll a fat blunt of some of the crippy that I have. We talk for awhile and i notice that her panties areshowing and i reach over and place my hand between her legs and she opens them  a little more. I start to rub her pussy and she leans over and kisses me. Her tounge thrusts into my mouth and I suck it as she climbs onto my lap, I tear her panties off and thrust my fingers into her wet pussy and she moans and bites my neck hard. I move her to the side and pull my shorts down and she leans over grabs my dick in her hand and exclaims about how heavy it is before she takes it into her mouth and starts to suck it. Her lips are so soft and she knows what she is doing and I lean back and savor the blowjob as I play with her pussy. I stop her and I flip her around in the seat and throw her legs open wide and she screams out as I stick my tounge into her pussy. I lick her until she pushes my head away and I take my dick and rub it up and down her pussy lips and she arches her back to try to make it slide in. I jam my dick into her hard and she grabs my ass with her fingers and her nails dig in and it excites me so much that I beat into her pussy as she begs me not to stop. We fuck like this until she screams that she is cumming and I keep going until she cums again before I start to cum in her pussy. Suddenly there is a knock at the window and a light shines into the car as I pull out and my cum sprays all over her body and into her hair. I look around and a cop is standing at the window. He beckons us to get out of the car and we do. The cop looks at her body and I can see the appreciation in his eyes as he smiles and asks us our names as I pull up my pants and she adjusts her dress. He talks to us awhile before he decides to let us go. He is laughing at us and thanks us for the show and before he gets into his car he warns us to be more careful the next time. She looks at me and I look at her and we walk back to the coffee house and she goes into the bathroom to clean up. We meet like this a lot of times before she move back to Atlanta. It turns out that we both have a little bit of the exibitionist in us.

DROPPING SCIENCE




I break down systems, overstanding this babylon formed in distortion of truths.
As the blind wander in confusion I be trying to bring reality to this illusion.
While some sit pon high places in robes of black dropping life sentences on the dislocated masses.
 I be trying to get you to see antiquity, some real reality.
Shotgun blasts to the pineal gland or ere the silver cord be loosed, thats what isa said,this they dont cut  unless you're dead.
Brought to the earth by the union of al nas and an nisa, a man loosed to break down doors created in places thy cannot see.
Sitting with knees crossed and vision in hyper mode on this mine abode, looking in and beyond .
On the plain of allah do I dwell, looking at this vision of hell, this story do I tell.
Scientist, historian and phylosopher I be, living out this the sweetest melody.
My people ye be freed.

isa [jesus]
 al nas [man]
an nisa [woman]
pineal gland [he pineal gland (also called the pineal body, epiphysis cerebri, or epiphysis) is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a hormone that affects the modulation of wake/sleep patterns and photoperiodic (seasonal) functions.[1][2] It is shaped like a tiny pine cone, and is located near the center of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two rounded thalamic bodies join.]

SAVAGE SATISFACTION. XXX RATED {AN ON THE HIGHWAY WRITE} EROTIC



I ENTER THE ROOM A RAMPAGING SILVERBACK LOOSED. THE PRESSURE FROM ME CAUSES ATMOSPHERIC DISTURBANCES IN THE BEING OF YOU. I SMELL THE SCENT OF YOUR SEX AND BEAT MY CHEST BEFORE I RIP THE GOWN FROM YOUR TREMBLING BODY AND FLING IT TO THE FLOOR. I PICK YOU UP AND THROW YOU ON THE BED AND YOUR LEGS OPEN AS YOU FALL. I THRUST MY MIGHTY HEAD BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS AND SNIFF OF YOUR SCENT BEFORE I LICK OUT MY TOUNGE AND DRINK OF YOUR JUICE. WITH YOUR CLIT IN MY MOUTH. I HUM AND THE VIBRATIONS CAUSE EMANATIONS OF ERUPTIONS TO MAKE YOU MOAN AND I PUSH MY MOUTH INTO THE FOLDS OF YOUR PUSSY AND DRINK OF THE NECTAR OF YOUR CUM AS IT POURS INTO MY MOUTH AND I STAND AND PLACE MY SWOLLEN DICK TO YOUR LIPS AND YOU SUCK IT SO SWEET AND SLOW AS I THROW BACK MY HEAD AND REVEL IN THE BEAUTY OF YOU AS YOU LOOK UP INTO MY EYES WITH MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH.BUT THE BEAST IN ME IS NOT SATED YET AND I MAKE YOU LIE BACK WITH MY HANDS ON YOUR SHOULDERS BEFORE I REACH DOWN AND OPEN YOUR LEGS AND PUSH THEM BACK UNTIL THEY LEAVE YOUR PUSSY SMILING AT ME IN A MOST IMPRESSIVE PRESENTATION. I SLIDE IN AND PUSH MY DICK IN UNTIL IT SLIPS PAST THE SEAL TO YOUR WOMB. I STAND WITH MY HANDS ON THE BACKS OF YOUR THIGHS PUSHUPS IN THAT PUSSY AS YOU BEG ME NOT TO HURT YOU. I RIDE YOUR PUSSY LIKE THE DANCE OF THE TOUBADOUR. SO EXQUSITE THAT YOU SQUIRT ALL OVER MY DICK,MY STOMACH, THE BED. I LIFT YOU AND TURN YOU AROUND AND YOUR SWOLLEN PUSSY LIPS PEEK AT ME FROM BETWEEN YOURTHIGHS AND I BEAT YOUR PUSSY AS I SLAP YOUR ASS AND YOU GRIND AS I GRIND AND THE FLUID OF YOU FLOWS SO FREE. I ROAR AS I BLAST MY CUM INTO THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB. THE BEAST HAS BEEN SATISFIED.

VENOMS INTERLUDE


THE MUSIC...

THE WEIGHT OF THIS SLIVER OF CREATION PRESSES ON ME, AND I SEEK TO REST FROM TIME TO TIME.


YET I DO THAT AND THE EARTH CEASES TO BEAR FRUIT.



 SO INSTEAD I TURN TO MY QUEENS WHO SILENTLY PERSEVERE.


IN VARIOUS MODES.


NEVER FAR, EVER NEAR.

  

I REMAIN THE DRAGON THUS DO I BOW,



AS IN THEM I NOW ARISE REBORN.



MUSCLES AND MASS UPON THESE BONES.



FIRE IN THIS SOUL IGNITED IN THE SMITHY OF THY KNOWLEDGE.

 


WHILE MY VENOMS REMAIN MY CALM IN THE STORM.