{SUNSHINE RHETORIC}
THE SOUND AS A MAN REFLECTS SUN RAYS...
https://youtu.be/_1PYKMWmTec
The sun... The sun beats down on a mans bald head and causes him to reminince.
No particular thing and his emotions they run the gamut.
Sadnes such a great friend of he as he ponders the whoe of the situation... The inhumanity... And he... He plays with solutions.
The what we could do... The nothing has been done.
His emotions they run the gamut, making him ponder love.
The god awful reality of it, how it penetrates the soul and he, he cant let go.
Things and people he would rather forget and how thay have invaded his privacy...
So deep within.
So many beautiful memories...
Some he would never forget...
Some lessons he would have rather done without.
He holds on to these for from them he gains strength.
They are the glue that binds his sinews and muscles... Adds fortitude to his bones.
His emotions they run the gamut and he feels anger...
The things he has done in it, the havoc it has wrought on the masses when unleashed...
He at times an agent of mayhem, a victim of great rage.
Stabbed and shot at, a savage ballet as he brings all to bear...
Some gotta live and some gotta die...
Sweet strings of a vicious melody... A moving symphony... The slowing of time.
Blood flowing in gutters.
Flashing blue and red lights bouncing off the darkness of night.
His emotions... His emotions.
Man reflecting in the light of Allahs sun.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND AS A MAN REFLECTS SUN RAYS...
https://youtu.be/_1PYKMWmTec
The sun... The sun beats down on a mans bald head and causes him to reminince.
No particular thing and his emotions they run the gamut.
Sadnes such a great friend of he as he ponders the whoe of the situation... The inhumanity... And he... He plays with solutions.
The what we could do... The nothing has been done.
His emotions they run the gamut, making him ponder love.
The god awful reality of it, how it penetrates the soul and he, he cant let go.
Things and people he would rather forget and how thay have invaded his privacy...
So deep within.
So many beautiful memories...
Some he would never forget...
Some lessons he would have rather done without.
He holds on to these for from them he gains strength.
They are the glue that binds his sinews and muscles... Adds fortitude to his bones.
His emotions they run the gamut and he feels anger...
The things he has done in it, the havoc it has wrought on the masses when unleashed...
He at times an agent of mayhem, a victim of great rage.
Stabbed and shot at, a savage ballet as he brings all to bear...
Some gotta live and some gotta die...
Sweet strings of a vicious melody... A moving symphony... The slowing of time.
Blood flowing in gutters.
Flashing blue and red lights bouncing off the darkness of night.
His emotions... His emotions.
Man reflecting in the light of Allahs sun.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
