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Friday, November 29, 2013

(CUNNILINGUISTIC)



(CUNNILINGUISTIC)
THE MUSIC AND IT IS DETRIMENTAL TO THE MOOD...
http://youtu.be/nE5rC1WQdjY

On my tongue is where I want you...
A taste of your nipple which really is texture translated and manifested as taste.
Lick it and make it glisten with my tongues questing tip...
Suck it and pull it into my mouth.
Hear you moan... feel the arch of your back.
I want to trace a path down through the valley and kiss you on your tummy.
Play with your belly button.
Feel the ridges of your stretch marks... the little hairs that grace the surface of your skin.
A pause before I stand at your gates... The insides of your thighs that fall away into the valley of your flower...
I see its petals and kiss your flesh gently.
Your thighs quiver in anticipation as I trail my way in... sucking and kneading your skin.
I smell your want as it translates to need and gently touch your lips with my tongue.
Lick them from bottom to top... Open you up and kiss spur tongue...Hum a little on its head.
Suck it into my mouth.
I drink of you as I make you elicit elixer that shine covers my lips and shines like dew in my grey and black beard.
I feel your fingers on the back of my bald head as you pull me in.
On the sides as you struggle to push me away.
I feel the change of your tone as you prepare to erupt.
You lay your head back and scream out your intentions.
"I'm cummmmiiiiiiiinnnnggggggg."
I drink.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY



Thursday, November 28, 2013

REDUX


(REDUX)
THE FUNK FOR THIS FUNK...
http://youtu.be/hsXvINYEZ5E

Every once in a while in this world of mixed agendas you meet men who are not afraid to be men...
Who celebrate the beauty and diversity of the women of his race and is not ashamed to admit it.
Who is able to realize that she is the carrier of he and she... of we into the future where we a people live to fight another day.
Who sees her form as the most beautiful thing created under Allahs hand in his laboratory.
Who loves the kink of her hair and the rocking of her neck when she is sassy.

The way she rocks stilettos and fits in a tight dress...
Full oh so full ...
He kisses her stretch marks when they make love and wipes away their tears when they are sad...
Makes her smile when she is down.
He appreciates her many manifestations cause he knows it is her way of metamorphosis as she emerges most lovely butterfly.
Every once in a while... Every once in a while.

You meet man unafraid to be man.
Would you modern recognize him?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I AIN'T FORGOT SANTA) OR HOW THE DREAMS OF A CHILD WERE CRUSHED

(I AIN'T FORGOT SANTA) OR HOW THE DREAMS OF A CHILD WERE CRUSHED
No midgets were harmed in the telling of this story I hope.
It is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is probably guilt on the readers part.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD SAD TALE OF CRUSHED HOPE...
http://youtu.be/tnMhfflKCTA

Im'ma tell you about how I figured out Santa Claus was not real.
When I was little boy all I wanted for Christmas was my own midget.
Now I know these days its more appropriate to call em little people or height challenged but when I was a boy they was midgets.
I used to see midgets in the movies, you know.
The Wizard of Oz and Willie Wonka and I wanted me a midget.
Well when I was about 5 my mom took me and my sister to Sears and we saw Santa Claus.
Now mind you this was a white Santa Claus and it took great courage for me to even contemplate sitting on his lap but I was determined to get me a midget and he had two of them.
A boy and a girl, and I had heard he had a whole workshop full of midgets called elves.
Surely this white man with white hair and a white beard could spare me a midget.
He sat me on his lap and asked me what I wanted and I pointed to the female midget.
"That's what I want Santy Claus."
I knew he was stupid when he said "Oh you want a fire truck."
One was behind the midget.
Whoever told me this man knew what all children wanted had lied.
I quickly explained that I wanted one of his midgets... Female preferably and he could deliver it to my door since we had no fireplace.
He laughed all Ho ho ho and informed me that his midgets were his and he needed them at some place called the north pole.
He tried me again.
"How about a training wheel bicycle?"
Nope... Midget.
That's he looked at my mom and said "Ma'am come and get this weird kid."
I was dragged away kicking and protesting my wrongful treatment.
I vowed that day that until Santa brought me my midget and delivered it with a signed and framed apology I was gone make his life the worst sort of hell.
Since then all mall Santa's as well as the ones at any public function and even the bell ringers in front of Walmart have been closely scrutinized.
You tell Santa if you see him.
I wants my damn midget.
She would be pocket sized now.
If I see Santa Im'ma have to fuck him up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

(LOUNGING IN THE STRATOSPHERE OF LOVE) A COLLABORATION FEATURING LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' ...


(LOUNGING IN THE STRATOSPHERE OF LOVE) A COLLABORATION FEATURING LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' ...
THE MUSIC AND DO NOT SLEEP ON IT... ITS HOTTER DAN LOVES FYAH...

J
You got me spinning in your galaxy... Stars and constellations where our beginnings on microbiological levels are found. I a particle dwelling in who and what we have become as time drifting passes us by and sweeps us up. We promised to be together at the inception and found in these modern times.

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And together we will stay As promised long ago You're the sun that brightens my moonlit sky The oxygen that I breathe And the blood that flows through my veins You give me life We're bound together As we weather all storms Love was born and shared You, my KING and I, your Queen Our story told in Egyptian hieroglyphics

J
Our story sung in the twinkling light of billions of stars and played thru stereo headphones. My queen... My sister... My wife. We having lived across the most magnificent of times. Oxygen enriching our lungs and expelled as Co2 which encourages growth in plant life. We as the strings that bind hearts together. We as lovers dancing together under celestial displays that have taken billions of years to become what we see today. I having been transformed by your formation My All... My everything.

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And you.
You're my everything My world The center of my universe Our love transparent through various hues Of our hearts desires As well as our future offspring The rhythm of our heartbeats Mimic Djembe drums My KING... My brethren... My husband Ruler of land and earth I've loved you in past lifetimes Time traveled to spend eternity with my beloved Hand in hand until death us do part Remnants of our cremation Blended with the earth's rich soil And reborn through spring's harvest Even in the afterlife Our two souls become one As we glide through the galaxy As shooting stars That light up the night.

By JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' 

(REINCARNATION)


(REINCARNATION)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF OUR SOLAR JOURNEY...
http://youtu.be/LB-XgpTR-Ds

I slices the underbelly and leave the guts of the beast steaming and stinking on the ground.
He drops to his knees and releases his minions who shriek and scream as they push the report button.
Fly around my head buzzing like a hive of angered bees.
My element dragon I scream and they fall to the ground as cinders and the breeze of my feet sends them drifting away.
They raining upwards and floating in the air as I come face to face with the demon...
His restorative powers have come into play and I see him trying to rejuvenate... I dance and slash, parry and thrust as he screams his dissatisfaction.
He will learn today as I warrior become the author of his discomfort.
The proverbial slash on his ass... the thorn in his side.
He looks for a way to author confusion, to take me away.
He spawns more minions in the image of Two Chains and Mily Cyrus and they rage as a stream of bullshit as they pour forth.
My element lion I roar and the subsonics shatter them to shreds, they fall tinkling to the ground becoming the crunching beneath my boots as my ballet transcends to another level and another warrior hears my struggle and awakes.
Comes to stand at my side.
I a general die in battle.
It continues unabated.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

(SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HORNY) A COLLAB FEATURING Chinillabean Adedojah


(SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HORNY) A COLLAB FEATURING Chinillabean Adedojah
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAS EVER PICKED THE SONG FOR A PIECE ON MY PAGE...
http://youtu.be/nUCtDuSS734

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Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex, teasing tasting needing to be touched kissed bent over legs raised whispers in ears, grabbed on, teeth and tongue, hands and finger nails leaving designs across the skin, melding into another body, fire and ice but mostly fire and heat and passion,

J

Mmmm mmmm mmmm... And you take me there.. I so filled with the need to fill you up... Satiate you and leave my fingerprints in your flesh. My imprint in the blood that rushes through your veins. Become lava flowing from a volcano hot upon your skin

C

Yes!!!! Holding my arms down intertwining your fingers with mine, the flick of your tongue trailing fire down my side's, me biting your lips and grazing your chest as you enter my depths, whispering in my ear telling me go take it as you go in deeper, me secreting my essence on your shaft

J

Whew... I swept away in the sweat that glistens on your skin... We beating at a frantic pace... In slow motion as we stroke. I as explorer in your caverns and spelunking your caves. Feel me as my fluid floods your walls and splashes in your tunnels... Brings nourishment that manifests as seed.

C

I roll on top to change the position of our making of our very being. I kiss your chest I bite your nipple I fold my hands into yours and go lower to take your manhood in my mouth. Such a tender thing that can bring such pleasure to my insides, that can rub my walls, that can make its home inside of my garden. I love how it rolls through my mouth, I love flicking my tongue and grace the tip sapping up the nectar that has escaped. I love the stiff and soft spots that I can play with my tongue. You moan, and I love that too. You grab my head and it makes me excited. My potion is dripping from my entrance as I please you. You're here to please me and I you. You grab my breasts and play with my nipples. You yank my hair as I continue to show you how much I want you, appreciate you, I lick and suck and suck and lick. I can't stop, I don't wanna stop, I wanna feel you all over me and through me. Hold on because it's gonna be a long night.

BY Chinillabean Adedojah AND JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, November 25, 2013

THE MIND BENDA


[THE MIND BENDA]
THE MUSIC... LISTEN TO THE SOUND AS YOU READ... IT IS ESSENTIAL...
http://youtu.be/y2_gfcONoY0

I as bullet leave the barrel of the gun spinning...
I designed to elicit massive damage upon impact.
Formed in the forges of the left side of hell where niggers are raised and abandoned.
Made of the hardest of substance.. Only the strong survive... Either by brain or brawn.
I as bullet on straight trajectory speed towards a spent end...
This my story to tell.
I as bullet startle those standing around as sharply I ring out...
Gunclap... Deafening sound as I ram into my target and tear it apart so that it can be rebuilt.
These hearts of these people who seem to have lost the way... Forgotten that this is an ancient war we fight...
They so trained to hate each other that it just seems to seem right to call each other the most vile of names.
Niggas swangin from pecan trees on some jungle bunny shit.
The crowd scatters as the body hits the floor and red begins to spread.
I as gun am placed into the pocket and I as man step forth and take my peoples hand and look to the heavens as power flows from me to the lifeless form.
They open theIR eyes and breathe a gasp of a breath.
I had to kill the niggers...
It was the only way to free my Brothers and Sisters.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Sunday, November 24, 2013

NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE


(NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE) TOPIC CHOSEN BY Gena Storm AND Stacy Piggee 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. YOU BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/yZFLA5CTYo8

You vibrate in my receptivity.
Soothe my depravity.
Promised to me as we born awakened in a garden and looked in each others eyes.
Adam smitten by Eve.
My pain as well as my joy  have merged and we have grown from that.
You in me on levels to deep to be seen... My blue blood fading to black.
We as one have endured the most heinous of tragedies and still we stand.
Our bones having become the dust that fertilizes the earth.
Our blood the catalyst for change.
Our skin the icon and we sing as one... As many.
Echoing in the chambers of Allah and filling the halls with the harmony...
Angels swaying in the bars and swept up in the melodies... the treble  and the bass.
You course through my mind and fill me with wonder as I never tire of your form.
Thickly, skinny, tall, short and full.
Makes me wanna lick the chocolate from your skin and savor thy sweet.
My heart racing at the sudden rush of your flavor as you stride by.
Leave me lingering on the trail of your pheromones.
I a mad poet shouting into the wind.
BLACK WOMAN IS QUEEN!!!
Whispers of insanity as I beat down the negative portrayals and confront the stigma.
Stand in my queens corner as king.
We once pawns having becoming royalty.
Vibrating vibrantly.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS


(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BASS CAUSE BASS SHAKES FOUNDATIONS...
http://youtu.be/tX3ArbnXrmM

Listen my brothers...
Let me speak.
I am tired of reading bout another black man done killed another black man.
Over a woman, over the shoes on his feet over the fact that he is from 17th street.
Two black men gone cause prison ain't being alive.
Its dead time.
Tired of things happening and the only voice you hear is the white one telling our story.
On the news and painting the picture of the nigger to the court of popular opinion.
Tired of people spouting fiction as fact as related to who we are and where we come from.
Preachers talkin bout the curse of Ham and calling black a curse.
Tired of the books that try to say that we were happy as slaves, that say black women liked getting raped by white men.
Paying so much attention to material and not the content that we are being swept under the carpet...
Rolled up in a gym mat and deemed a suicide.
Loosing our manhood and becoming batty boyz... Pants dropped and showing off ass... Some sissy shit if you ask me.
Straight booty warriors.
Tired of these fucking chains... shit bout to drive me insane.
Brothers need to pick up some books and learn the truth cause if they don't want you to know that's where it is.
Buried in a book which is ironic cause in some instances books mean life.
Resurrection.
I am telling you this cause I love you bro.
We are Israelites.
We are Kings.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


Thursday, November 21, 2013

[VIVID MEMORIES OF TASTING YOU]

[VIVID MEMORIES OF TASTING YOU]
THE MUSIC AS WE DO THE DO...
http://youtu.be/TFo3qFWKyDY

I reminisce you tasty on my tongue...
Pound pound.
I reminisce on the savage of the beatdown... all pink and brown.
Pound pound.
Rushing blood and rapid heartbeats...
We fucking frantically...
Pound pound.
You on top and me squeezing titty and ass...
Bounce bounce...
Pound pound.
Me on top with legs pushed back to open flower...
Lick me a taste...
Turn you round and let it hang down...
I plunging in...
Buried in your mound...
Pound pound...
Spanking ass cheeks and yelling loud...
Dick strong, dick proud.
You got me tasting you a little bit...
As I reminisce...
Pound pound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[A SPIDERS VIEW]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/0mqIz5DeJPc

I am as intricate as the silken web of the spider,,,

The theory of pi as I mathematically drop these phrases screaming to a computer or phone screen near you.
Come 4d blazing into your newsfeed...
360 all encompassing degrees as I divulge these circular visions... 
What is to be has and will be...
Fractured realities and fantastic possibilities as I weave...
Fly racing by...
My web transparent yet strong as I contemplate...
Wait.
The law of averages plays out...
Fly ensnared.
Another day finds me reflecting in the drops of dew that line my web...
Digressing into these digressions.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MAYBE ONE DAY]


[MAYBE ONE DAY]
THE MUSIC... DO NOT MISS THIS...
 http://youtu.be/kiTrToNKR2I

Let me enter your depths and fill your pits...
Become the concrete of your foundations and hold you up...
Let me be the skies that you look at as you find your peace...
A most lovely sunset.
The twinkle of a star in your eye.
The wondering as your mind wanders across the galaxy of time...
We on mental trajectories proceeding into future times...
Stories in libraries that are read and reread.
We the essence and the rhyme... The rhythm's procession tells a story of we falling from the stars complete.
You and I against the gathering storm.
Let me hold you in my arms and talk of these things as my hair grows grey...
Listen to the sound of your voice and dwell in the timbre as you download pon me.
We as symphony.
Rising and falling ... spiraling forth  in crescendo... becoming the beatdown as we breakdown the walls that hold us prisoner...
We as utopia...
Let me in.

jERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

[RAGING FLAMES]


[RAGING FLAMES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND... VERY DIFFERENT MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/hV6BzsgOLAw


Once a bright fire burned in an enslaved peoples belly...
It consumed all and became hunger... They wanted to be free.
They talked about freedom, sang about freedom and died for freedom.
They knew that freedom was spiritual and lived that way...
Some came at it peaceful and some were classified militant as they fought together...
They died in church bombings and on street corners... They died in fields surrounded by white faces... A jury of peers as defined by just-us.
A bright fire as a cross representative of peace unmasked itself and burned savagely as the emblem of hatred.
All the enslaved people wanted was equality or so they thought as integration roared in and swept them off their feet.
It disguised as equality, such a deceptive beast.
So many who sold out as affirmative action picked the ones who would be the vanguard.
They chosen because of their humbleness and docile nature.
The ghettos still raged as the fire smoldering became pain and outrage.
It very apparent that equality was just a dream as judges, lawyers and juries participated in the new slavery.
Racially profiled the people were stopped and violated, thrown into prison and forced labor loosely described as the new slavery.
They worked jobs that had no equals in real society... Dead ends.
95 black inmates to five whites as the war against drugs became the vessel Belly of the Beast.
A ship that sails nowhere yet it carried its passengers straight to the auction block.
They bought and sold as government subsidies and federal grants.
The life of the people became cheap as innocents blood stained sidewalks roped off by yellow tape.
Another policeman exonerated... Another white murderer set free by popular opinions poll in the white mass media.
Another family cried as their sons memory was scandalized.
He who fought for his life becoming the aggressor as painted in black and glaring white... Between the lines.
 The people trained to forget soon did as it all built up to the next time a black person died.
The fires coals became embers which reignited the fire to be free.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY





















Sunday, November 17, 2013


[WHAT DID HE SAY?]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/GthzcPYSiME


See aint nobody crying about this travesty...
All the niggas is new it seems...
Linked by tragedy to this word it seems.
See aint nobody talkin bout how it ain't but one holiday with the name of an African in a country built on the Africans back.
Yep it seems that the new nigga done forgot that.
Aint nobody raising no hell on Capital hill bout racial profiling and Weed and seed...
Bout black kids dying by guns brought into the ghetto by the white mans hands.
Aint nobody crying bout the fact that they say that they are winning the war against terror when heroin from Afghanistan is circulating in cities Amerikkkkan.
When the difference between starving or eating is decided by the fact "Do I need to move that?"
Aint nobody standing in church pulpits and trying to get the people to see that religion is the key to your enslavement...
Set my people free.
Don't nobody care that little Donnell got twenty or Dap paid with his life...
A statistic is just a mark on a page...
"These niggers died by gunfire... Pour me another drink... Har Harrr."
Seems that aint nobody crying cause they are to concerned with the shoes on their feet and the car that they drive...
Thinking that materialism gives em status...
The vain are gonna bust hell wide open.
A Cadillac dont mean nothin to Allah.
Aint nobody crying cause they are to busy trying to live happy in a system where they are counted out...
Born a slave, die a slave.
Check mark.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, November 14, 2013

[LUCIDITY]


[LUCIDITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA


She falls from a mans mind...
Vivid and real and he writes of her curves...
The lovely of her build...
The lines and wrinkles that make her her.
He describes her as chocolate... As daughter of Eve... As Queen.
She the apex of his being... He of hers.
He sees her in sleep, in his wet dreams and in the dry ones.
He writes of the marks that stretch across her belly which tell of we...
Road maps to who we once were...
He talks of rubbing them, of kissing them.
She he reminisces sweet.
He in longing calls forth her image and breathes artistry into it...
Painting with pen strokes.
Rips her from the page in syntax...
She screaming in the sun as a phoenix born from the ashes of his rabid thoughts.
He washed in her fire becomes carbon, the base of human life.
He sits and contemplates her as she falls from his mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TO THE PAST]


[TO THE PAST... TO THE PRESENT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/OMrAruBQluc

Once in palpitations fast did my heart beat for you...
I was suspended in your air and rooted in your earth...
Mesmerized by your rotations.
Once I would have traversed the heavens to be in your space...
Felled a mighty Baobab tree with my bare hands...
Fought the demons that persecuted you.
Once I was held enthralled in your presence...
Your voice the rain that fell on my parched plains...
Sanctity for my raging brain...
Peace in your skin... Peace in your arms.
Once I knew you...
Or so I thought...
I as lone man reflecting on the days that were ours...
The moments that became the years...
Children born from womb who have become men and women.
A reflection of our reflection...
Once I loved you with every beat of my racing heart.
I still do.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART FIVE

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART FIVE
THE SOUND...
 http://youtu.be/7iCxjXZOYsU

Ishmael walks into the room and sees nothing...
All of a sudden a figure appears.
It is not the way that the figure appears that startles Ishmael but the matter.
The man seems to materialize from the wall.
From where he comes there is no door.
As the man walks towards Ismael he seems to almost float, he is so graceful.
He wears a black shirt and black slacks and his hair is in dreadlocks that are thick as a mans wrist.
He walks up to Ishmael and extends his hand, as Ishmael takes it there is a controlled transfer of information and Ishmael sees the man standing in various places and rooms such as this one with various African descendants.
The man withdraws his hand and says "I am Melchizedek, the high priest.
Ishmael knows that he speaks truth.
The man looks at him and in his eyes there is knowledge, wisdom and pain.
He looks to be about 50, but there is youth in him as well.
Ishmael is astounded... this man looks pretty well for someone who spoke to Abraham and again to the one that the Christians call Jesus.
Melchizedek looks at the young man and says "Show me the things you can do."
It is not a question.
Ishmael knows that there are objects around the room, in the shadows and he lifts them with his mind and brings them to the center of the room.
They are balls, basketballs to be precise and Ishmael even in the middle of this test is amused by the irony and he makes the balls bounce a few moments before he stops.
He leaves the balls suspended in the air as he turns to Melchizedek and says "What else would you like to see?"
Melchizedek smiles as he thinks, This one is witty.
Show me everything.
Ishmael says "There are things that I cannot show you in this room."
He takes Melchizedek's hand and suddenly they stand on a plain where a herd of wildebeest graze, this is no transfer, they have actually transported and Melchizedek looks at Ishmael as he takes off running.
He runs towards the lions that lounge at the edge of the herd and suddenly everything is motion as all the animals, the lions and the wildebeest start to run.
For a second Ishmael is lost to Melchizedek's sight in the dust, the melee.
He reappears and he rides a wildebeest, the lions run at the side of the wildebeest before it turns and comes Melchizedek's way.
All the animals follow suit and just as it seems they are about to run him over they stop.
The wildebeest kneels as Ismael steps down and all the animals sit as if they are waiting for him to speak.
He walks up to Melchizedek and says "Is this enough?"
Melchizedek looks at him and says "You are the spark."
Ishmael is confused.
"What is spark?"
"Spark is what man came from, it is something that happened during creation.
Time has no meaning for spark, I myself am spark yet my abilities are nothing compared to yours.
I have lived for thousands of years yet I can do only one of the things that you just did.
You did them all as effortlessly as waking.
Spark is passed along and no one knows when it will manifest yet when it does there is sure to be great change.
Look at the stories that you know from the bible and the scrolls, from the various cultures. The stories of Moses and of Noah.
The story of David and Solomon, David was the only man who ever passed the spark for two more generations.
You my son are spark and as such you will always be under attack from those who seek to enslave man.
You will be tested time and time again.
Pray and stay strong my son for your guide shall come soon, what he does may seem strange to you but you must not question what he does.
Be blessed my son.
Melchizedek takes something from his pocket and he opens it and pours some in his hand and rubs some in Ishmael's hair.
Be blessed for the battle comes.

TO BE CONTINUED

Genesis 14:18-20 

And Melchizedek king of Salem brought out bread and wine. (He was priest of God Most High.) And he blessed him and said, “Blessed be Abram by God Most High, Possessor of heaven and earth; and blessed be God Most High, who has delivered your enemies into your hand!” And Abram gave him a tenth of everything.



Hebrews 7:1-28 
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For this Melchizedek, king of Salem, priest of the Most High God, met Abraham returning from the slaughter of the kings and blessed him, and to him Abraham apportioned a tenth part of everything. He is first, by translation of his name, king of righteousness, and then he is also king of Salem, that is, king of peace. He is without father or mother or genealogy, having neither beginning of days nor end of life, but resembling the Son of God he continues a priest forever. See how great this man was to whom Abraham the patriarch gave a tenth of the spoils! And those descendants of Levi who receive the priestly office have a commandment in the law to take tithes from the people, that is, from their brothers, though these also are descended from Abraham. ...


Note: remember that this was written by Paul so the reference to Jesus as the son of god was written by him. It is not what Jesus or Allah said.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY





























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Monday, November 11, 2013

I remember the soft touch of a woman yet it seems so foreign to me...


[THE BEAT]
THE BEAT FOR THIS BEAT... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/6b8bJ1Y1NqI

As these rhythms pound off in the dimensions of my mind and fill the spaces in between, where the livid thoughts reside and manifest...
Dancing and cavorting in syncopated chaos around the village fire.
As the shadows play off the walls and grow larger and larger taking on lives of their own.
The beast in the darkness, light reflecting off his refractory lenses...
He so hungry.
The tribe dances as the sounds echo into the neurons and synapses...
The doctor enters and starts to step... The dust seems to become apart of who he is...
Lion and man.

Give I back I witchdoctor.
He merging with the stars and becoming solar.
We children of the sun...
The village enchanted falls in line and the power is felt universally as aliens in other systems feel the vibe...
Come alive...
Come alive.
We the chosen having been demonized and vilified in these sordid times.
Living on planes where all we are is food for the beast who waits for the fire to die...
Pacing at the edge of light.

In hindsight...
These rhythms pound in my head.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, November 7, 2013

SLIGHTLY DARKENED ROOM


[SLIGHTLY DARKENED ROOM] A COLLAB STARRING 
So Sincere
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... ITS AN EAR WRANGER... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/N-ToNSCRd0M

So Sincere
Tender kisses to your crown, worship of a king is about to begin. You lower your eyes if shy or unworthy, I kiss you again and now you're ready Meeting my eyes, I look in deep I see a prowling lion devouring sheep Not a monster but a masterful hunter, I want to be devoured and never more wonder Worshipping you and fear fueled respect What have you to deliver that I could never expect

Yodaddynasty
I but a man accept thy kind graces... The touch of a queen that brings all things clear. I look away to hide the raging of the beast as he paces and waits for the door to open. I look into your eyes and project my want... my need. You the prey yet the hunter as I in anticipation watch you naked. Such a vivid apparition. These things that I will show you

So Sincere
I wait for you to lead but you lie in submission I feel a rush of desire, and need to proceed. I want to devour and worship I bow my head to your chest, kissing in worship, biting in wanting Nails sinking in your thighs, you moan and I once again must see the scene in your eyes

Yodaddynasty
As you take me in your mouth I am catapulted away and exist on other plains... on other planes. I lie back and revel in the feeling of your lips. Pure satin and finest silk. You most certainly a gift from the heavens above cast into my hard days and tortured nights. I pull you up and kiss your breasts as I caress your wet petals. You lay against my chest.

So Sincere
Laying on your chest I feel my royalty Hearing your strong heartbeat in rhythm with mine As I feel our hand intertwine, your grasp firm in demanding To you my king my treasure I'm handing. Straddling you now, I feel more of your strength, throbbing steady as into me you sink. Still holding my hand, with the other my movement you command, lowering me slowly I wait for you to demand. I want to be controlled, told what to do, told how my king desires my next act of worship to do Must it make you roar or should I just prolong it a tad more Stroking your staff steadily, creating a flow, your eyes meet mine and I realize you like it slow

Yodaddynasty
I feel you trying to anticipate my next move and I flip you to the bed and and push your legs back. I kiss your clit and you cry out... not in pain but in surprise... I see the wide of your eyes and place my dick at your lips and push in, fall all the way to the back.
You strain to kiss me and I grant your request... we fuck hard. Lips locked. I look down and see my dick sliding in and out... Hear your cries and I feel my cum as it boils from my nuts... begins its journey. It reaches my dick and I scream, "Its cummming! I pull from the warmth of you and hold it as it spews hot all over your pussy, your stomach and your tits. I pull your face to mine and kiss you deep. Mmmmm... you taste so sweet.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SO SINCERE

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

BUSS NUTT


[BUSS NUTT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/D8q-e_z9Ao4

You make me wanna buss nutt...
Got me so hard that as my dick rubs against the fabric of my underwear it leaves a wet stain...
Precum a predecessor to the act.
The expanse of your chocolate skin leaves me dizzy as blood leaves my brain and rushes to my other head.
Swells the veins.
Has it weighing about 5 pounds.
You in your seductive ways got me leaning on sway and feeling a certain way.
I long to taste of the makings of you as they pour from your core.
Wanna see you buss nutt.
Hear the sound of your sighs as I stroke the layers of your skin... explore your cave... find myself lost in your caverns.
You are the release of my emotions... The joy and the rage.
The stars that float above our heads sing in unison as I mounted ride you...
You mounted ride me in reverse cowgirl.
I so lost in the way that your lips wrapped pull at the thick of my dick.
Make it feel as if I may spill away my life force.
Be swallowed by the universe you.
A lily floating on the skin of a tranquil pool...
Fruit hanging from an abundant tree.
The explosion of a sun in deepest space.
You make wanna recreate the big bang...
You make me wanna buss nutt.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

DEEPLY ALONE


[DEEPLY ALONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DIRGE...
http://youtu.be/tLC2LhulglA

I in my loneliness reflect as the ebb and flow continues...
The hum of black tires on black asphalt as a black car passes through a black neighborhood on its way to a black house where a black family sits and prepares to eat dinner.
I a lonely man walk surrounded by queens, yet I remain single in the fortress of my solitude...
Looking at visions on the wall as they swirl in and out of focus... An eye, a nipple and a whisp of her scent as I drift a prisoner to her visage.
For who truly overstands the depths of my reflections... I birthed in the system Sirius and transplanted in the Milky Way.
Semen spurted into a womb and grown to man.
Cast into the land as a pariah and fated to roam educated among sleeping man.
I in my loneliness cry to Allah, cry to my ancestors to take away these things I know.
Make me like them.
It is cold out here in the space of overstanding as the vacuum swallows the sound of my pleas.
I shiver at the reality as it dawns clear across this planet I observe.
Breaks across the galaxy and spills its light across the universe as a pinpoint of light.
Twinkling in the sky of a far distant planet where they know that there is life out there.
Observe.
I in my loneliness seek the warmth of your embrace if only for a second...
I alone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

OF MEN AND LIONS


[OF MEN AND LIONS]
THE MUSIC... TRIBAL DRUM SOUND...
http://youtu.be/x7KynfHRL9Y

Lion on plain rises and emits a subsonic roar which rolls off into the distance...
Pulsing in the air.
In a city in the modern land Amerikkka a man arises from the briefest of sleeps and touches a keyboard.
He emits an alphabetic roar which leaves some cringing in its wake...
The sound akin to the scream of a billion bees.
The lion hungry stands and looks at the herd, he sees one weak and charges...
A slap of the hind leg... a sink of the teeth into the jugular and the lion eats meat.
He is complete.
The man hungry looks at the screen as he hunts his prey... He sees it as it stands and he pounces in... Quickly applies pressure so that it makes not another sound.
He sinks his teeth in...
Knowledge floods his taste buds.
He is complete.
The lion sniffs at the air and smells his old enemy man... One so frail yet so cunning.
The lion knows that if he wants to take him he must do it quick...
He chooses to walk away...
Maybe he and man shall meet again some day.
Maybe it is fate.
The man looks at the masses and smells the fear... He sees his old foe ignorance still makes a mighty stand.
The man knows that if he is to challenge him it must be done strategically.
The knowledge that he has eaten tells him to walk away.
He and ignorance shall meet again some day.
It is fate.
The lion emits a sonic roar which strikes fear in the heart of man... He knows that he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and walks into the rising sun.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must face man.
The mans scroll roars from the cyberpage and strikes fear in the heart of man... He know he faces extinction instinctively.
He rises and steps out among the masses.
The rising sun caresses his head.
It is time.
Win or draw... Live or die he must awaken man.
It is time.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

THE SILVERBACK PUNANI PROMISE


[THE SILVERBACK PUNANI PROMISE]
THE MUSIC... YOU BETTER LISTEN, THIS PIECE AND IT GOES TOGETHER...
http://youtu.be/q13Ukr4ftuI




Wherever I see you its going down...
I must admit I will be on that straight gorilla jack a pussy shit...
Sniffing the spores of your pussy from the air as it circulates...
Tasting your scent on my tongue.
Kissing your nipples, your belly, your pulsating petals.
Wherever I see you its gonna get nasty.
On the bus stop... The yellow line in the middle of the street... The police station as the officers stand around cheering us on, make videos on their camera phones.
Some of that make that pussy leak juice all down your thighs and trickle to your feet beatdown.
Screaming and calling on the beast to fuck you off to the land of blissful sleep.
Snoring in the aftermath of all this pressure, sweet dreams
Whenever I see you I am going to make you know that you are sexy, that you excite me.
A silverback gorilla encased in mans skin roaring savagely...
Lost in the animalistic as it shatters like glass in my soul and crashes against the depths of my core.
I see nothing but you as I prepare to enter the walls of your womb.
You the object of my infatuation as it stands at the present moment.
Whenever and wherever I see you its gonna go down.
This I promise.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


WHERE HAVE THE CHILDREN GONE?

[WHERE HAVE THE CHILDREN GONE?]
THE MUSIC... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS INSTRUMENTAL... PLAY IT AS YOU READ...


Where have the children gone?
It seems that they have been lured away by the Pied Piper as he played their gangster rap songs.
Turned them into niggas and hoes and pumped ignorance right into our homes.
They followed him to the edge of the ocean of lies and dived right in...
They not knowing how to swim have sank beneath the waves of deceit and drowned in a sea of deception.
We mourn their loss and talk of stolen youth and misguided youth while standing at the waters edge afraid to get our feet wet.
So many of us not knowing how to swim.
The cycle started rotates and agitates again and again...
We hear their voices bubbling from the depths as they lie on the ocean floor where so many of our ancestors bones bleached white lie...
Those who never made it to the shores of this great experiment...
Lets make a nigger.
The wind blows sand in our stinging sand in our eyes and as we wipe away the tears they fall into the water... salty.
We look to the sky and call on white Jesus to relieve us of our burden and he turns his back to us for he is but a figment of our imagination.
He never having existed.
The Pied Piper stands in the sand and continues to play on as young men with saggy pants walk past him and file into the prison system where they alive are eaten by sharks...
Fertilizer shit out and floating to the bottom.
Used to feed the growth of a profile.
Niggers aint shit... Niggers are violent... Niggers are so ignorant.
Our children have been led astray by almost 500 years of whitewash and mental manipulation.
Our children have been swept beneath the waves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, November 4, 2013

HOUSE OF THE RISING SON PART 4

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART 4
THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS PART OF OUR TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraRVHCBzD44sJvw8dlklWqi

Ishmael is a fast learner and Jasper a great mentor.
His old life is forgotten as he grows into his new one.
In the year since he has met Jasper he has seen so much, done so much.
His power has grown to enormous proportions and Jasper has helped him to see his true potential.
He has also told him other things about the others who have sold out to the system and he has explained the system.
How it is controlled by ancient orders converted to fit the current situation.
The Illuminati.
How they have suppressed knowledge and kept man from reaching his true potential.
He told him of the Nephilim.
The children of fallen angels who still walked the earth and caused chaos.
They had the ability to influence minds and could read them just as Jasper and he could.
He also told him of people like themselves who have sold out to the system... Become a part of it.
They are the ones who hunt people like Jasper and himself.
Today is a very special occasion for Ishmael...
Today he takes the test.
As he dresses he thinks about all these things and more.
He is not nervous, he never has been, yet he is wondering what the test entails.
He opens the door to his room and walks down the hall.
He stops and looks at the painting that hangs there.
Jasper told him that this man was Menelik and that he was the son of King Solomon and the queen of Sheba whose name was Makeda.
He had told him the story of how king Solomon wooed the queen.
She was so impressed by his intelligence that she became one of Solomon's wives and became pregnant with Menelik.
She being the strong woman she was went back to her kingdom and raised the child.
When the boy came of age she sent him to live with his father who taught him the things he knew.
He went on to tell Ishmael of Solomon's unique power which he inherited from his Father David.
The ability to speak to and overstand animals.
How a mere ant had saved an entire army.
How in the end Menelik had brought the ark of the covenant to Ethiopia.
How he was called the wisest of men.
Ishmael looks at the painting once again and goes down the stairs to meet Jasper who stands at the bottom.
Jasper takes something from his pocket and holds it out to Ishmael.
It is a rock.
Ismael takes it and he is suddenly transported to another time... He is in a clearing in a forest and there is a fire.
Sitting across from him there is a woman and he knows that the fire that shines in her face was made with this rock and that it is called a flint rock.
He knows that she is the real reason for this flight and that he will love her until she dies.
He looks at Jasper and there is a look on his face that explains it all.
It is not sadness but resolve.
Jasper says "That is yours now."
They walk out of the door and down the stairs to the sidewalk.
The test awaits.

THE STORY OF SOLOMON AND MAKEDA AS TOLD IN THE BIBLE...
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Kings+10&version=NIV

TO BE CONTINUED

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, November 1, 2013

VISIONS OF LOVE


{VISIONS OF LOVE}
THE SOUNDTRACK AS LOVE AND I ENTER THE SCENE...
http://youtu.be/BUcq1WtrT6o

Thou hast taken my perception and flipped it out...
Made it anew...
I have felt you.
Where once I was barren and alone...
I have known you, drank of you...
So strange your ways.
I have loved and been loved, yet am I loved?
So strange thy diversified ways...
I swept away.
Thou cometh as fyah, burning and consuming souls...
Joy and pain in thy wake...
I have sought thee, found thee, lost thee again...
Thou, a companion and a stranger as these days flow past.
I in agony have cried as you walked away...
Left me a weary soul.
I have rejoiced at seeing you again...
Welcomed you with open arms.
Love, my old friend.
Come in.
Held you warm and pulsing against my chest.
Thrust into your core.
Watched children born of you become men and women.
Watched children born of you die on the cold hard concrete.
Perspectives from the precipice where I and love stand.
Straight flipped out.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY