(A-MUSE)
THE SOUND OF MAN AMUSED...

I man peeping thine artistry... I man fixated pon thee royalty... I man dwelling in the darkest of thy levels.
You got me feeling some kind of way, jittery and flying free.
Nothing like a black queen, I blessed would kiss you in and on every crease and fold... find me in your stretch marks where I seek knowledge... Roads, rivers trails that lead to thine forest.
I peruse of thee.
If I were sculptor I would render you black and nude in all your regality.
A sight to behold in 4017 as an artist studies the simplistic-complexity that is you.
Your breath captured in stone and breathed across eons as testimony.
Museums featuring you as the prototypical and I the artist as visually blessed beyond belief.
Such a splendid thing our tale... Thousands of years and all I see is the way your melanin caresses mine mentality and inspires my intellect.
I a mad genius scribbling these hieroglyphics on a cybernetic screen.
I take a step back.
I peep the science that is thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NATTY ROOTS LOVE DIVERSION)

(NATTY ROOTS LOVE DIVERSION)
THE SOUND... Please listen,
https://youtu.be/y12PlyjCXGA

We entangled grew from hard city streets... I would be king and you hypothetical queen as the world gave us its ass to kiss.
You young tight and fine and me sipping pineapple juice and wine.
We natty and so out of place... I felt you then and I feel you now.
Your face in the clouds, Each raindrop carrying your reflection.
My soul, my soul and wrenching roars.
We entangled as the days they fall away, a mark on the calendar, another year gone.
Cold, warm, hot and fall.
We the roots digging deep, we the branches bearing testament, life in our boughs.
We entangled and my love would feed forests, My love would fall from trees to provide food for thought to wandering tribes of our people.
Pollen in the air as I share my love with you... Take it, take it.
A shudder and a sigh.
I wiping mine eye as these linguistics causeth I to weep.
Begging, begging.
Entangle me...
Entangle me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DROP EVERYTHANG)
THE SOUND AS ALL IS LAID DOWN..
https://youtu.be/7yGMQYH39WY

You though you knew me seconds before I shifted and transformed... I son of sun born of the hard project grounds... Prison of the scorned.
You thought you could pass judgement pon I rising from the ashes a dragon... Phoenix standing feminine by my scaly sides.
We scorching the very earth with our very words... Metaphors and adverbs, banging bass beats that bounce, bounce, bounce the masses... Sparking fires that burn into the night as bodies sweaty dance tribalistically... Shadows cast pon the trees.
You thought you could suppress the melanin that contained in skin absorbs cosmic emanations and feeds them to the pineal being he... I and I arise Nazarene... Seen?
Notty heart, notty mind, notty me, I Lion roaring trembles and quaking trees leaves... Nature and I and I onenity as clouds parting shine rays pon my bald head... Wisdom of the ancients and scourge of the illuminati reigning supreme as the days grow stranger and stranger... Fools dying of thirst in a sea of knowledge and refusing to drink... Simplicity as freedom dangles, Shackles and penitentiary chink, chink chinking on concrete and tile, carpeted courtroom floors... Freedom dangling from the judge pon pulpits hand, from preacher pon pulpits hand... One book to swear on, one book to salvation...
You thought you had me figured out till you realised I had figured out the game plan.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY