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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6 NEW BEGINNINGS PART 1

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6 NEW BEGINNINGS PART 1
THE SOUNDTRACK...


Two years have passed since his parents death and Sampson is now16.
He has grown strong and true and his stride is something to behold as he prepares for what is to happen today.
He seems to have taken on the persona of the lion that he and the dog killed when he was a boy becoming a man.
He has lived in the woods with Melchizedek and he he has also seen great cities.
His training is now complete.
He has been schooled in religion and philosophy as well as the fighting styles of various cultures.
He is a tool of peace yet he is also a tool of destruction.
Yin and yang.
He and Melchizedek have traveled to this place for a reason and Sampson sniffs of the air that smells so like his growing up.
He is home.
He sits at the graves of his parents and there are no tears, for there is no need of tears.
He is dressed in the clothes that he will wear today, his hair is in dreads and hangs from under the cowboy hat he wears.
He looks over at Melchizedek who is dressed in his battle gear.
He is painted black and white and is wearing clothes from Africa, a place that Melchizedek has promised to take him someday.
He sits in meditation and Samson sits beside him and falls into that place where some find peace and some insanity.
He looks ever inward.
A squirrel sniffs its way to Melchizedek's feet and looks into his eyes and falls spellbound into their depths.
He and man in that place of all things... All possibilities.
The dog lies with his snout on his forepaws and looks on at the scene.
He does not move as even he seems to be contemplating what is to come.
They have found the men who killed both his mothers and his father and it is time for justice to take its place in these matters.
They come out of their states and the squirrel runs away a little dazedly.
They stand and Melchizedek straps on his bow and quivers and Sampson straps on his gunbelt which has two gleaming colts on either side.
He ties the black scarf around his eyes and looks from the two holes at Melchizedek.
They hop on the horses and ride into the woods, they will use no roads.
After a couple of hours ride they come upon hilly country and ride across the hills until they come to one where a house stands in the trees below.
There is smoke coming from the chimney and they see white men lounging around.
There are wagons from various robberies and some of them have been broken down to be used on others.
Sampson hops from his horse and Melchizedek does as well and they tether the horses to some trees before they walk away.
Dog walks by Sampson's side and Melchizedek gives the signal to split and melts into the surroundings.
Sampson and dog continue their walk until they are in the trees close to the house.
They crouch and wait for Melchizedek's signal.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


[ODE TO THE PUSSY]


[ODE TO THE PUSSY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/o-sQ4DIc-UI

Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.
I like an animal tethered by a rope find myself bound...
Ohhhh pussy thou hast exerted thy hold and I find myself powerless to escape.
To use a euphemism... Pussywhipped.
Thou aroma so tantalizing, so arousing that I transfixed seek the place where that mesmerizing odour doth arise.
A flash of thine pink, black, or brown lips... A peek of thine standing clitoris.
A flick... A lick... A thrust... I hum.
Riding the sonic waves of thy satisfied moans, harmonically carried on the thee of thee.
The push of thine nipples as they displace air in their growing... standing so arrogantly.
So plump, long and full.
If thou were to weave a web of finest lace and captured I, would I struggle?
Seek to be free?
I so trapped in the complexity of thy design.
Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY