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Sunday, February 7, 2016

(THE NATURE OF COEXISTENCE) SENRYU WITH ADDED ELEMENTS.

(THE NATURE OF COEXISTENCE)  SENRYU WITH ADDED ELEMENTS.
THE SOUND...https://youtu.be/kJ5n0i73naU



KOI
Image reflective
Shimmering on the surface
A fish swimming by

And the days seeming to melt away pass by... Footprints wiped away on the sand...
The wave, the wind.
Fading into nonexistence or some resemblance thereof.

BEAUTIFULLY
She exists in mists
Lacy it envelopes all
So sweetly quiet

Sun melting away the layers as the world awakens.
A man, a mind... A woman on it.
She so succulent that his brain salivates it oozing into the whole of his structure.
The birds singing of awakening.

FLOATING
The clouds drifting by
Man suspended weightless
Lost in the layers

A vision, an apparition... Hips wide, eyes brown.
A sight for a weary traveler, a drink, a touch, a taste.
She the leaf...
Slowly twirling on its way to earth.
Food that nurtures future generations.

AWAY
Light becoming the night
It undulating away
So serene the scene

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, February 5, 2016

(EXASPERATINGLY)


(EXASPERATINGLY)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/D2x0hl0xfII

The music... And I sigh.
These beings and I... Oh I.
Our very formations, we these fragile entities.
We as life defined as so many years in an infinite galaxy... I scream... Oh I scream cause this shit life ain't all its cracked up to be to a blip existing in a warped eventuality.
What is this land but a surface to stand upon, this water a substance designed to quench... Many men though have died for these things.
Such a shame.
Water still runs and land still holds other things, monuments and shrines to gods and lesser forms of life revered and pretended things.
The beat... And I sigh.
Another child has died... Whether a babe or senior citizen and the clouds... Oh the clouds they drop precipitated tears of a mighty Allah.
Cleansing they filter through the layers of soil erupting as life giving streams.
Rivers and oceans abundantly resplendent as man squanders his chance to be one... He such a slave to belonging.
His crux religion and government... For the people humph, and they... Oh they cry.
The people that is, for war still rages foreign and home.
Street corners where even the ones sworn to serve... To protect, wreak havoc pon the citizenry.
The melody... I fade slowly away.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, February 1, 2016

(THE NEED)
THE SOUND AMPLIFIED..

My greatest desire...
Hmmmm?
I guess that would be to pleasure you.
Part the hemispheres of your brain.
Spread them wide and delve into the very deepest makings of you.
To melt my melanin into the moistness of my tongue and lap of you... You thus spread.
Your thighs so lush... Mmmmm.
Talk to you in soft tones as you reveal a little at a time... I lingering on the words of your tale... The way that you formed came into being.
Phat nipples that so plump enthrall me.
The bulge of your belly... The jut at the valley of your intersection.
The hairs... That one particular smell... Oh that smell.
I born to fit your needs... Your wants.
Blessed the formation... We locked in the throes of passion... Moans, shit knocked over and sighs of elation.
Let me learn the curves and the folds of you... Dwell in the soft and hard creases of you... Trace the lines of childbirth and the wrinkles of time.
Look into your eyes and see the whole of you as I reflected echo off into the all of infinity.
Souls suspended as they drift the cosmos...
My greatest desire...
I guess that it's you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY