(SUCKTASM) A SUPER EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING Jenavia Powell

(SUCKTASM) A SUPER EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING Jenavia Powell
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... AMBIANCE...
https://youtu.be/ZyB1nuKFAGA

Jerald
I want you on your knees.
My big thick dick standing in your face.
Take it in your hands and feel the weight.
Look in its eye.
Suck it for me baby... Put it in your mouth...
Fuckkk, I love when you swallow it like that.
I can feel your throat...
All naked, sucking this dick and looking up at me....
Jenavia
My tongue making butterfly flicks on the head
my hands practicing it's craft on the shaft
my eyes looking up at you
watching  thrills dance upon your face
I can hear your excitement in your moans
and groans
that's it baby,
fuck my mouth
let me suck and suck and suck
you dry
suck the golf ball out of that pipe
cum in mouth big daddy,
cum for me
Jerald
Got me on my toes...
Clenching my ass cheeks.
Didn't know you did it like that and my cries...
Oh my, they bounce of the walls as I grab the back of your head...
No gag reflex and i go wild...
Pull your hair and call your name...
Mmmmm, you bout to drive me insane.
I wonder?
Do you swallow?
I feel my nut swelling and churning.
I wonder?
Do you swallow?
Jenavia
I do not swallow, but there's a first for everything . I suck you harder and faster, i feel your dick swell and throb in my mouth as i bob my head up and down, move my tongue  in circles ....i suck and suck and suck and lick and suck and lick and lick and suck and.. as you cum , i feel a feeling of passionate relief
Jerald
I feel it in my balls, as it roars through my loins...
Standing on my toes and... Oh! I spasm.
I can feel it cumming... Oh, I'm cumming.
You pull me in harder, your hand on my ass... And I... I call your uhh... I try to call your na...
Oh my goodness...
Oh baby it feels so g, g, good.
I love the way you look up at me as I... spasm.
Erupt in your mouth.
My knees so weak...
You swallow...
I pull you up and kiss those lips.

By JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and Jenavia Powell

(THUMP...THUMP)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/OsYKz1PKT_o

Let me thump your clit... I mean let me make your clit jump.
A gentle nudge as I take a taste, a gentle flick.
I pull away and kiss the insides of your thighs.
Taste, divine.
Let me kids the base of your diaphragm, massage the passages of your heart.
Let me lap of thy fount.
Nectar to a wounded warrior, my tongue and thine wonder.
A flip and it pouts at me, a part of the petals as you arch your back.
I go under and sir it on my face.
Suck your clit...ahhh.
A reach and I holding your nipples between my fingers twist them gently.
A moment suspended in your moans... ahhh.
I who would drink of you as a stranded man in a vast desert.
You the oasis... I so thirsty.
A lick, a flick.
I drink.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE GREATEST WEIGHT AND I}

{THE GREATEST WEIGHT AND I}

THE SOUND OF THE BREAKDOWN...
 https://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA

And what of religion?
The young boy asked the old man.
The old man seemed to go as still as the day at the crowning of a cold dawn.
The boy waited cause he knew this was the old mans way.
The old man finally opened his mouth to speak and at that moment it seemed the birds ceased to speak, as if time itself stood still waiting for the answer.
The old man said; Do you remember the story of Adam and Eve?
The boy nodded.
The old man continued; They had no religion, there was only them and Allah. They knew he existed because to them he was tangible, he was solid. He walked and talked with them.
He was no spirit for spirits do not walk, spirits do not talk. 

He asked the boy. Have you ever seen a spirit, smelled one, held one?
The boy shook his head.
The old man reached out and rubbed his head. 

Such a nothing gesture yet it conveyed so much.
Abraham, Noah and the other prophets also had this ability, this direct connection to Allah, the ability to speak to him or the angels, over time man lost this ability.
It was during these times that men figured out that they could fool other men by taking away from and altering the context of what Allah and the angels had conveyed.. They made knowledge secret and used it to control other men.
They called this religion and killed men in the name of it if they didn't adhere to their belief systems.
Eventually man forgot about spirituality and became religious. War in the name of religion, hate in the name of religion.
All of this against what Allah had told man, yet their teachings prevented them from seeing the truth.

That it all led back to one thing and that this one thing that it all led back to was common. It was everywhere and yet nowhere and was invisible to the masses because the masses always had tended to want men to lead them.

To make their decisions for them.

Over time man had forgotten his Godself and had converted to the worship of other men's concepts.

He was no longer connected to the earth that he stood upon.

His natural order was upset and he had introduced disorder and chaos as order.

Many men die because of these concepts as each man aspires to be richer than the next man... To have more when in fact more would be here without money.

That if there were no police there would be no need for police. They such an invaluable part of the system as they protect the property and ideals of the ruling elite.

The boy in listening felt these things as they became pictures that echoed the things that he had seen, he saw the people in his life as they flashed in his subconscious.

The old man asked him. "Do you feel the connection?"

He nodded yes.

The leaves rustled in the dry way they do in fall.

A soft breeze across the cheeks of the man who stood with tears in his eyes as he watched the young boy. 

What an awful burden he was passing along.

He reached out and  rubbed the boy's head.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LIFE... OF LOVE) SENRYU

(OF LIFE... OF LOVE) SENRYU
THE SOUND...

(Bliss)
Children laugh and play
Unaware the danger age
Butterfly floats by

(Wisdom)
Liquid orbs shine bright
Eyes young so full of wonder
Old they hold the fire

(Juxtapositions)
The dawn breaks splendid.
So radiant, birds sing sweet
Silent is the night

(Stunning)
Her smell elixir
Pheromones, he stands perplexed
Hunter and huntress

Union
Once split they are twain
Spectacular they display
He and she profound

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{REVALIZATION}MAD MONK SCROLL

{REVALIZATION}MAD MONK SCROLL
THE SOUND... DO LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/aY-fwYUbidg


And no matter the methods of prevention he cometh, his voice softly echoing the thunder, stature lion.
The masses taken aback for he is surely not of them, such knowledge.
Some will follow and others persecute for surely he is threat, this being.
His name prophet in modern tongue, forgotten in ancient ones.
This being.
He would pass this burden along if he could for it tremendous exerts great pressure.
The implications, if only they would listen to the traveler, he has seen so much.
Ancestors voices in his veins, connected pineal in his brain.
Even in sleep he knows no silence.
So hard to maintain on humanities plane where the sane are pawns of the insane... so profane.
Spitting anti God rhetoric and endorsing homosexuality.
The heavens they would cry, the heavens they have gone dry.
Abomination pon the face, shame upon the nation.
We who would be Gods, we who have fallen.
He cometh as surely as the days shall pass, a great and awful sound.
His voice the fire that would sear the flesh from dry bones, raise them anew.
No matter the methods of prevention, man will be born.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

DEEPER VIBRATIONS

(DEEPER VIBRATIONS)
THE SOUND PENETRATING... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN TO THIS BEAT...
https://youtu.be/eVI4uGqLspo

Maiyah
I want to taste you, from the moment you arrive and entered my soul, I begin to inhale you
I want to free you, the chains that have bound you to this pulse within my clit, god damn you
The rain that drips between the curves of my thighs, making me want to pull you inside of me deeper
Watching you cross the room of my fantasies, longing to be lost in the motions of your tongue, I’m a keeper
Hamzah
I want to decimate the bounds of your reasoning... Lay waste to all you think you know. Leave you quivering in the aftermath of my touch. So soft on your pussy lips, so hard at the very back. A gentle breeze across your clit, a roaring wind banging your gates.
Maiyah
Tears flow down my face, with every thrust & motion, my back arches as I, aye, aye scream your name
Sucking juices from your fingertips and biting my nipples, emotional orgasms taking me to a higher plane
Hamzah
I enter your sanctum and throw you down, the better to kiss, the better to taste. The flutters of your punani and ummm, my need so great. I would hold you forever naked... On your knees, kissing my swollen head. I out here in this dimension suspended in these higher rhythms... Yeasssss.
Maiyah
I want you to write the lyrics that orchestrate and command the walls of my pussy, so I squirt in rhyme
And when you’re not inside of me, the ink of your love, releases the tension and I multiply every time
Hamzah
Our growth do I describe with these very strokes. Language of sexuality, groans and moans... The mind shattering release, White ink pon brown skin. We existing fractually. Mmmm.

Written by: Maiyah and Jerald HAMZAHFARUQ Murphy © 11/19/15 10:45am

{THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...

 {THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...



We the former denizens of Africa seem to have so many problems with recognizing our true enemy. The one right under our noses. Since our forced introduction into western colonization we have been programmed and bred to pass along certain traits and traditions that keep us lagging economically and socially. The enemy recognizing the depth of the conditioning uses it at all times to keep the African people fighting and at each others throats.
The conditioning is so rooted that a black person will lay down their life to go and fight for the enemy, they will do so in the name of democracy even when its clear that the way they are treated is not democratically. They will praise the enemy and even use his image to portray their god because this is what they were taught to do. Not because its right but because its all that they know. They will not read anything but what the enemy has ordained pure, even when it's clear its not.
They will clean for the enemy, cook for the enemy and arrest their own kind for the enemy even when it apparent that the enemies system is the biggest part of their condition,
In many ways the African people have become their own worst enemy.
This kind of thinking is contrary to self preservation but the African people are so lost that they will not listen to an African that makes sense unless he or she is endorsed by the enemy. He will overlook scientific fact as well as archaeological proof unless it is authorized by the enemy. He will kill his brother, his son or his neighbor to protect these lies, he uses them to justify his distorted beliefs because in many ways he is so afraid of himself or herself becoming free.
He has been trained this way over a period of 500 years and more and from the way the situation looks it will take him this long to break the cycle. So sad that it looks like he will not survive to see it given the death and incarceration of young black males raised under this system of ideology. At the rate that things are going he will be bred out further through interracial relationships and homosexuality which are being pushed heavily in our communities through aggressive ad campaigns which belittle the black woman and man and make them seem unsuitable to each other, which make them see African traits as undesirable.
If this trend continues there will be no African race to talk about within 100 years.
The only way that this situation can and will be reversed is through education and resistance as far as the enemy is concerned.
Teach the youth the truth because the adults seem to be to fearful to listen and try something new, Especially since the old has clearly not gotten us anywhere.
Now these are my views and I am sure that there is some preacher or teacher or charlatan out there somewhere who will dispute and refute them, but if you look carefully you will see that every point I made is true to fact.
The proof is you and the African next to you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALL OVER HERE)

(ALL OVER HERE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MUSE...

Here I am lost in these thoughts of you, semi hard and perusing you naked in my mind.
My mouth watering cause I'm so hungry....
Just a taste.
Here I am wanting to touch my raging hard on to your lips... upper and nether regions.
To feel your slick and fluid wet.
Here I am feeling like I could beat it till you lie back and sigh.
Punani jumping and thumping.
Rubbing my cum into your skin, satisfaction carved on your face.
I contemplating your lines... Manhood wet on my thigh, semi hard and reflecting the friction.
Such pleasant memories of a short time ago.
Rubbing your belly as I talk to you...
Hypnotic and biologic.
Smelling of the sex that lingers in the air.
Here I am needing you so, been so damn long... Been so damn long.
Fire roaring in my veins... lava threatening to erupt explosively.
Cover the landscape in our cream.
Here I am...
Where are you?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OVER HERE)
THE SOUND...

Here we are spinning in place, stuck on the slick shit that we are standing in... Knee deep and stinking as it plays electronic and pumped in...
Here we are in the very same state, ignorance preached and teached to enslaved Africans.
Kente cloth covered and red, white and blued,  uncle Sam and Santa Claused.
Bones screaming attempted genocide from the bloodied ground of our persecution.
Babies coulda been doctors and scientists, babies coulda done touched the stars, babies coulda been but now they manifest thugs and hoes.
Damn shame.. they coulda been.
Blame the white man, blame the masons, blame yo mama and daddy, blame yoself for not picking up a book, for turning away from obvious wisdom.
Peace don't come free, freedom bleeds.
Here we are singing and celebrating, testifying and signifying, pimping and prophisizing.
Shoulda been realizing.
Shoulda been uniting.
Shoulda been, coulda been but they killed Sandra Bland, buried her in unstable sand.
Here we are... Deaf dumb and docile.
Dry bones... No skin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

A look into your baby brown and the world erupts in glorious color.
Such a glorious display, your smile the backdrop as the day proceeds

{A WHIFF A DE SPLIFF} SEXUALLY

{A WHIFF A DE SPLIFF} SEXUALLY

THE SOUND OF THIS SWEETEST AGONY...

https://youtu.be/eyhRZqhKmKg

I smell you, a whiff of the spliff and I...
See I want to touch you...
I mean really touch you...
Get to the pink meat of the situation.
I want to savor your succulent taste... swish it around on my palette and linger in its bouquet.
I a connoisseur and you the delicacy.
A fine dining experience... Table spread and I.
See I wanna reflect on you even when I'm away... Another day... A day away and I...
I'm so fucked up that I make love to your smell... The images that I hold sexually explicit, wet and funky free, roaming in my psyche.
Wet and juicy fruit dangling in the trees so tempting... I plucking you down and raising you to my lips...
You trickle down my chin and sate my thirst... coconut water and I...

See I see you and I want to whisk you away... A fantasy where you beg of me to continue... A lick and you.

See you arch your back and push at my head... Please... Please and I...

See I keep going cause I know you wanna... You wanna cum... All on my tongue.

All this in a glance cause if I were to look to long I might explode... Soak the people surrounding us in cum... Virgins giving birth and I...

Smell you...

I... 

Smell...

You.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THOUGHTS MEMORIES AND REALITY)
THE MUSIC, LIST IN BECAUSE IT REALLY EMPHASIZES THE POINT...
https://youtu.be/UgAFcvIw8J4

And he remembering the touch of a woman is filled with remorse, the result of such a long hiatus.
So many years since he's held someone he loved... The memories of lingering kisses playing over and over in his mind like an old 45.
Each grainy note so essential to the essence of the sound... It pains his soul... These memories... He looking at the night sky contemplating the rest of his days... tomorrow or years away.
So alone and the cars driving by become the waves washing ashore... The lights become the promise of new future's... Twinkling somewhere out there... He would gladly reach out and grasp one of only it were within his power... He so tired mentally.
Once he asked Allah for love and it damn near tore him apart... Damn near ripped him from his foundations... Such a savage storm... deadly in its manifestation... Savage in its wrath... Beautiful in its calm.
They who would see it metaphorical... They who would see it factual... He allegorical alludes to it... He and Allah leaning over the rail of a deck...Backlit by a canopy of stars... A woman on his mind... Last of the cicadas playing symphony.
The voice of a woman playing stereo... The fleeing touch of her lips... He bound by the gravity wishing he could soar... He thinking these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A ONE... A TWO... A THREEEE)
THE BEAT...
https://youtu.be/Xx-WvaFdOuA

The day dawns... The sun as bass beats down into mans very bones... Feeds his melanated skin... Ahh, feels so good... The tree wakened raises its leaves... The lion stretches on the plane... The bovine stands from kneeling knee... Praise indeed to the most high.
Movement is melody... Child on the way to school... Mom with thick hips swaying beside, such divine beauty... Flowers for mans mind... Clouds of ganga smoke the background... So pungent the aroma... Quiet yet loud... Day such a beautiful panorama. Man enthralled.
Music so frantic as ant rushes by... Winter got to come... Colony got to feed... Circles of life played out in stringent tones... Slowed down sometimes like some phat ass jazz... Autotuned and chopped and screwed... So many songs would lead some to confusion... Victims of mass illusion.
Sun rising high in the sky... Beating down pon mans brow... Feet pounding rhythm... Got to go... Got to go... That's that rhythm... That's that sound...
Getdown.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{RISE ALMIGHTY KINGS}

 {RISE ALMIGHTY KINGS}
THE SOUND AS THE MIND FUNK IS PUMPED...
 https://youtu.be/Z0kR3A2CYAs


And he stands fully formed from the ashes. They swirling and twisting round his feet. Man newly arisen from the sleeping slumber. He is magnificent. The world stands in wonder. Tones of melanin in his skin.
There is thunder in the air for the heavens bear witness. Seraphim and Cherubim rank upon rank... Wings stretching beyond the sky. Man realized. The clouds heavy drip tears of joy which fall as sparkling diamonds in the celestial sunlight. Splatter in glistening sparkles.
He once born as black as the night. As black as the triple stages of darkness from which all knowledge came. Man visualized is he. Proud and free. Fuck equality. Fuck that reality. All that flawed visuality.
He is fist pump and bass bump... He is afro, dreads and bald head. He is father to his nations children. Knowledge attained and passed down. His trials and tribulations told again and again. His legend the wind. Once slave now master to his own destiny. Pride in his pose. Standing as oak... Reclining he is bonsai.
His enemy he knows well. Any who would stand against him and his kin. The dark, the medium and the light skinned, Bredren born of God's hand. Against him who can stand. Phenotypical and supreme. He.
So close and yet these words will go over so many heads. They will say that they read, they would bear false witness for the truth is only pages away. Comprehension such a savage entity. The beast manifests beautifully. Would have you be he in a warped democracy. Prisons, jails and detention facilities where men fester and rot. Knowledge lost. And here we are at the end where man bowing would bid you farewell.
This his sordid tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GENESIS AND REVELATIONS) Inspired by Linda Jones
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THESE WORDS...
https://youtu.be/nHfUULI_6UM

She... And I in amazement.
Her smile radiant... Oh earth light up my day.
She... My heart flutters.
Her words permeate my very being.
Her voice echoes in my deepest chambers.
She... I in awe stand.
Her form is that of one born African queen.
We formed of projects brick dust.
Royalty standing in the midst of chaos.
She... Mmmm.
The gentle brush of the painter.
The caressing hands of the sculptor.
Scientifically and mathematically impossible yet she is here.
We bound gravitational.
She... I in rotation.
Revolutions and revelations signs and cornerstones.
Living testimonials born of the first son and woman.
Trees standing stoic in the garden.
Metaphorical and metaphysical, living breathing proof of hue~man existence.
So biophysical.
She... And I.
I would smite the words uttered against her.
Cast them into utter oblivion.
Rip them into shreds flapping in the bitter winds of rebirth.
We regenerated and refreshed emerging from the storm.
Children of the most high.
Living and breathing replication formed in the image of the I am.
She... She and I.
We are.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY