{MY SOUL BLEEDING SCREAMS FOR A QUEEN}
THE SOUND IN STEREOPHONIC 3D
http://youtu.be/WRPLKxKDBf0
I have written to you so many times that I should be out of words, yer that is not the case as ink flows from the deepest wells of my soul...
Stains these pages in tomes designed to uplift you from the depths of unknowing as we linger in these modern times waiting for our futures to become manifest.
I looking upon your form am reminded of all the men who have stood by and watched you become the concubine, the raiser of our oppressors babies, the left alone as whole families were birthed from your womb.
I write so that you may know my pain at knowing these things, so that you may know that I love you so, so that you may know I won't let go.
These letters the blood of my being as I beg of you to hear me, to look me in my eyes and see the anguish of not having one such as you by my side.
As you continue to choose men mislead to believe that you are a possession, a bitch, a whore, anything but the queen.
I trying to put you into perspective as I looking into the telescope peer across your universe and fathom your cosmos.
I a Lion know that I am king but I Lion roam alone in this my kingdom as your scent crosses my nose, such an old thing as it wafts by.
Its been so long.
I seeking to write you the most beautiful piece of prose ever written, so sweet that it bringing you to tears baptizes you, sanctifies you and gives you the keys to the gates of a future heaven.
That's how much I love you the mother of all hue-man life on this planet 3 removed from the sun that we orbit around, the carbon and water mixed and placed in the kiln of thy womb... Extracted as a living breathing person.
I tracing your stretch marks in my memory try to remember the path that the map told me to follow.
Its been so damn long.
I trying to explain myself as the ink continues to pour unabated from the blackest depths of my souls cosmos.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND IN STEREOPHONIC 3D
http://youtu.be/WRPLKxKDBf0
I have written to you so many times that I should be out of words, yer that is not the case as ink flows from the deepest wells of my soul...
Stains these pages in tomes designed to uplift you from the depths of unknowing as we linger in these modern times waiting for our futures to become manifest.
I looking upon your form am reminded of all the men who have stood by and watched you become the concubine, the raiser of our oppressors babies, the left alone as whole families were birthed from your womb.
I write so that you may know my pain at knowing these things, so that you may know that I love you so, so that you may know I won't let go.
These letters the blood of my being as I beg of you to hear me, to look me in my eyes and see the anguish of not having one such as you by my side.
As you continue to choose men mislead to believe that you are a possession, a bitch, a whore, anything but the queen.
I trying to put you into perspective as I looking into the telescope peer across your universe and fathom your cosmos.
I a Lion know that I am king but I Lion roam alone in this my kingdom as your scent crosses my nose, such an old thing as it wafts by.
Its been so long.
I seeking to write you the most beautiful piece of prose ever written, so sweet that it bringing you to tears baptizes you, sanctifies you and gives you the keys to the gates of a future heaven.
That's how much I love you the mother of all hue-man life on this planet 3 removed from the sun that we orbit around, the carbon and water mixed and placed in the kiln of thy womb... Extracted as a living breathing person.
I tracing your stretch marks in my memory try to remember the path that the map told me to follow.
Its been so damn long.
I trying to explain myself as the ink continues to pour unabated from the blackest depths of my souls cosmos.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
