[GET BUTT NAKED]

[GET BUTT NAKED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DONT SLEEP ON IT...
http://youtu.be/B9s2fq0Ycmg

I will strip your mind butt naked and kiss and caress it...
Turn it around and beat it savagely... take it awayyy... awayyyy.
We, you and I on a voyage to Sirius B where an M class planet awaits our arrival. Wecome home our lost survivors... welcome home.
You and I on a street corner where the shit goes down right in broad daylight as an innocent bystander takes a bullet and sinks to the ground.
Nine short years old.
Reality and fantasy... tragedy and vanity all in the palm of mine hands...
Butt naked minds...Butt naked minds.
Mmmmm mmmm mmmm.
Take you to the moment a man realised that he was regarded as little more than an animal by the system... an anomaly to be erased from a hypothetical page where his life but a number scrolls by... another black mark gone.
Another born to be a slave.
Your mind pulses as I stroke it and make synapses fire in electrical impulses of growth... Painting with the most vivid of colors.
Tones of black and white that fall into the areas of grey where you exist... A product of the machine.
Come let me strip your mind butt naked and kiss and caress it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

the moment before waking

[THE MOMENT BEFORE WAKING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/19ZVrK0BPbo

A thought and she manifests in my psyche, so real and tangible yet a dream.
A whisper in my cerebral cortex, a sigh escaping my lips as I reach for her and she disappears.
She has become my torment and my release as she swoops in on the wings of a subconscious journey across the clouds of my synapses. The plains of my loneliness... a barren grey landscape littered with loves remains.
Lightning flashing and becoming her energetically...  The storm that saturates my skin and chills my bones.
I who it seems is fated to depart alone.
A lone passenger on a ship that knows no home... Tossed across stormy seas where the wind howls in anger and memories surge forth from the depths with tooth filled tentacles... reaching... reaching to consume mine soul.
Her name escapes my amnesia and stays the icy touch of he the beast as I use her as the talisman that sends he sinking back to his icy lair.
I wake drenched and breathing rapidly as she fades away.
Fading into the waking realization that she has gone away.
I stand to face yet another day, surrounded yet all alone.
Surrounded in the enigma.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY