{AND EYE REMEMBERS}

AND EYE REMEMBERS}
THE FUNKY BEAT FOR THE FUNKY TRUTH...
http://youtu.be/bepsKUEALlE

Remember when I was a cell in an ancient ancestor as he contemplated the future...
Remember when you were African and the whole planet recognized you as such... There was no Chinese man, no European, no Indian.
Pacific or Atlantic see?
I once suspended in the helix as it spun off new fruit.
Once when we new ruled over Egypt and the known and unknown worlds...
Children formed of the sun and we knew that we were formed of sons formed of the sun see?.
We became Zulu... We became Ashanti... We became the Semite and the white man.
We forgot these things over time for we were a spiritual people... not easily moved by doctrine.
We grew and spread and conquered new lands... we powerful were the threat.
We carried the ability to eradicate all other races in our loins... Our seed and fruit so vibrantly alive.
Remember when we looked at the water and saw him emerge from the fog... Our son so pale see?
We welcomed him and taught him knowledge which he took back to Greece and Rome and called it his own.
He called us primitives and savages and stole our riches as he waged war... Physical and mental.
Shaka knew of his coming... See?
Cannons booming as proof of us was turned into dust... As great halls of learning burned and ships carried away our story to the Vatican and the Bastille... Great caravans spoken of in secret chambers.
Our lives were now changed... Musa and Ibrahim were made white men... Even their names were rearranged.
They came in peace while annihilating whole tribes.
They carried a cross and hung men from it see?
Made the white Jesus god and the pig meat good.
Remember when they took you young one and cast you into the belly of the beast... took your manhood and savagely your virginity.
Blood stains on wooden boards on the way to being delivered.
I in the structure of a melanated man working in the hot sun from whence my ancestors came...
I with no recollection of being free... See?
I remember when I became Nigger, Negro, Afro Amerikkkan, Black and finally African hyphenated Amerikkkan, yet still a nigger see?
 I remember all these things on a hereditary level...
Eye-stinc-tually.
Remember when they spoke of me around a fire in Africa...
See?

(THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH) PART ONE

(THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH)
THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS PART OF OUR TALE…
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrbRVH_DrGN19SZA0ImI9mn3

He awakens to find himself lying in a field of flowers.
 One of them is right in front of his eyes and he watches the ant that walks on the stem… sees his antennae move.
 He pushes himself up and looks around and sees the bodies that dot the ground around him. They lie motionless and the air is quiet. He stands and wobbles a little bit and he puts his hand to the aching on his head and it comes away bloody.
 He starts to walk and he sees a familiar pattern. He hurries to it and drops to his knees as he turns the form over and sees the smaller form under it.
 He cradles her head and looks to the sky as he implores of his god. The sun blazes but to him it is as cold as winter. His heart pumps chilled blood. 
He picks up the small lump and turns it over and his sons face is dirty and he brushes the dirt away and cradles his face in the babies neck to smell him. That is when the small child stirs. His eyes open and he smiles at the face of his father. The man is elated and his tears streak his face and that of the child. He looks around and sees the overturned wagon and he walks to it and grabs a shovel and ties his child to his back like he has seen his woman do time and time again.
 He begins to dig and the sun traverses the sky as he digs deeper and deeper. He finishes and he carries her to the grave and he gets in first and gently he lies her in place. He climbs out and he brings his son to see his mother one last time. The baby cries and reaches out his hand but his father tells him to stop crying. There is no time for that. He covers her with dirt and turns and grabs a few things from the wagon. He uses sheets and blankets to make a tent and he climbs in and goes to sleep with the baby beside him.
 The next morning he starts to walk back the way he came and he gives the baby water but the baby soon starts to cry he needs milk. When he has walked for about 7 hours he sees the town that they passed yesterday and he enters it and makes his way to the saloon where he saw the black woman yesterday.
 He walks in and it is empty except for the man who owns the place and her. The man looks at him and he runs from behind the counter. “What do you want boy?” He asks as he looks around frantically. “I want to speak to her.” The man says as he slings his son from his back to his front. The black woman comes over and says “What do you want with me?” “Ma’am my wife was killed and my son needs milk. Do you know anyone who can help me?” The woman looks at him and she tells the white man to go and get the sheriff. He leaves and she pulls open her blouse and takes out her breast and it is full.
 There is no time for him to question this because the doors swing open and the sheriff bursts in. He walks to where they are and when his books stop all that seems to be heard is the suckling of the hungry baby. He listens as the man tells his story. About how the people who he was going west with were all killed. He tells of the white men who robbed them and the white man seems concerned.
 If they would rob niggers they would rob white folks. He asks the barman to find him somewhere to stay and the woman speaks up. He can stay with me. The two white men look at each other and there is something unsaid between them.
 The dazed man walks with her to her house and she pumps water from the well and he takes off his clothes behind the hanging sheet and sits down in the water as his son sleeps on the other side of the makeshift curtain. The woman is cooking and as smells begin to fill the small house she tells him her tale. How she was headed west when her husband died suddenly and she was just married and pregnant.
 She told him how she had had the baby and how it had gotten the fever and died just 5 months ago. She worked at the saloon cleaning the bar and the rooms. When the man eats he is sleepy and she makes him a pallet on the floor and he falls asleep she sits in the chair as she watches him. He thrashes in his sleep and she climbs under the covers with him and he sleeps soundly for the rest of the night.
 The next morning he wakes and sees her beside him and he gets up and picks up his son and walks out on the porch and he sits in the rocking chair and rocks as he starts to think. Soon she awakes and walks out on the porch and takes the baby from his arms and feed him. She finishes and asks him “Will you be here when I get back. He nods his head yes and she leaves after cooking breakfast.
When she returns later to feed the baby he is still there.

IF YOU WANT THIS ONE FINISHED JUST LET ME KNOW…

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(PANTY REMOVA

(PANTY REMOVA)
THE MUSIC... MAKE SURE... OH WHAT THE HELL...
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PWoDfgJOhvQ# 

Let me touch your panties… Rub the smoothness of your skin through the thin fabric.
Caress your flower and make you arch your back.
Open your thighs and let me see your moistened print.
Your cream all over my fingertips… So succulent that I lick them to better ascertain your flavor.
To relish your scent.
Let me touch your panties as I suck your nipple into my mouth… Hear your breath catch in your throat.
Feel your soft fingers as they close around my swollen pole.
You rubbing the head on your panties… Wet spot from my pre-cum.
Let me touch your panties a moment before I pull them to the side and kiss your clit, suck it into my mouth.
Make you cum orally a moment before I enter your gates engorged and explore your depths.
Your panties turn me on.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKLY) Butt nekkid nasty

(THICKLY)
THE MUSIC AND YOU BETTER LISTEN CAUSE ITS DAT FYAH...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTQAdlWOzM4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Here I sit mezmerized… Suspended in your thickness...
Your pretty pushing at the delicate fabric of my sanity.
I have fucked you a thousand times in this second… Made you orgasm over and over.
Pushed your legs back and bent you over… Made juice flow from your insides.
Sucked and licked your nipples and made you cry… Made you scream.
You belong to me in dreams where you glisten... Pussy covered in my cum...
My dick and nuts covered in yours.
I am that man spoken of in soft tones when you tell your dirty little secrets... The one you think of as you squirm in your office chair.
I am that beast from round dere... A pure pussy beater from me born...
African drums.
Big thick got my dick weighing bout five pounds...
Hanging heavy.
Show me your pretty...
All phat and shit...
Show me your thick...
Fuck my mind up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MELA SUTRA) Do not open if images of naked black women upset you

(MELA SUTRA)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FUNKY JOINT…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUBNVw6nnJs&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Is that Melanin I smell?
Mmmm it is…
May I partake of a part of it?
Combine it with my own and dwell in it…
Kiss those nipples colored carbon black…
Lick slowly down till I at your belly pause and look into your anticipating eyes.
Bite at the fabric of your panties a second before I pull them aside.
A deep sniff of your scent and I kiss clit lightly… pull it with suction between my big African lips and suck it till I hear your sighs.
Push your thighs back and make that pussy open… cotton candy pink in the middle of black of brown.
See you look down while biting your lip.
Your head falls back and you say my name, the one only you and I know…
The one you call when we are alone and that pussy belongs to me.
I lick and titillate till you push my head back… no more, no more.
Such an wondrous sight that my preponderous appendage stands erect in anticipation.
Must be satisfied, as I flip you over and mount you from the back…
Precum and pussy juice merge and I try to make you remember ancient times as I drum a primal beat.
Slaps of ass the drums, our cries the melody…
We fuck to the breakdown as I pull out kiss that pussy and put it back in… I smell you in the hairs on my top lip… on my chin.
The savage of my ravage overcomes and I slam dick home…
Turn you over and push legs back I want to look into your eyes hear you beg me to cum in… BIG DADDY CUM IN!!!
An explosion and we fall sated to the land of just got nut…
In our melanin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS]

[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS] AN EROTIC JOINT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
http://youtu.be/xJDR3PRDSHY

You came to me again last night on the wings of a sex fueled dream flying through my subconscious...
You lay on the floor and spread your legs back... your pussy so phat... your clit so long...
I kneeling kissed it and you squirted in my face... I lapped at it and you screamed my name just like you used too...
I felt your hand as it closed around my dick, your hand so small that it could not wrap all the way and I almost came...
I pushed you back and paused for a second before I entered you hard... you called my name again and I fucked you like you like it...
Standing with my palms on the back of your thighs as you came and came and came...
Such a nasty little freak that I lost in the moment bit your nipple and you came again...
I pulled away and grabbed the back of your head and thrust into your mouth heard you gag as I pushed in and pulled out...
Your spit on my dick and my nuts...
I turned you around and slapped you on your fat ass and saw my hand print fading away as I slapped that ass over and over and you screamed that you would not be bad again...
On your knees I entered you and fucked you until you came again... Spraying me... spraying the carpet and your thighs...
I beat at your pussy till I felt my nut rushing to the head of my swollen dick and I pulled from you and turned you around and exploded in your mouth as you swallowed my cream...
We fell to the floor and I rubbed your brown skin as you began to fade away...
Once my queen...
Now the object of my wet dreams.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY