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Monday, November 28, 2016

{THEM LIPS}


{THEM LIPS}
THE SOUND OF MY OBSESSION...
https://youtu.be/rx3vAvPlQbs

Lately I been looking at lips, I mean really looking.
Wondering what she can do with those... Damn.
This shit is becoming an obsession cause, Lawdddd some of these women will make you stand on your toes.
I mean make you reassess the way you think... Maybe I am in love? Hmmmmm?
She got the skills of a sword swallower.
Made me arch my back and scream like a lil bitch.
All loud and shit.
Tears in my eyes... Both of em.
Sucked me so good I fell to my knees and kissed her pretty lil punani.
Swallowed ever bit of juice she had.
Tried to lick her dry and back wet again.
Made me readjust the parameters of my thinking.
Wish I could see her again even though shes clearly bad for me.
Takes me out of my sphere so to speak.
Damn! shes got me looking at lips everywhere I go.
The bus, the mall, Walmart.
Shit... I got to stop this shit.
But it was so good.
Suction, motion and technique... 10.
Just talking bout it an I wanna skeet.
Looking at lips and I wanna... Damn!
I see her talking but all I'm wondering is, What can she do with those lips.
Imagining them encircled around the whole of my circumference... Kissing the base of my dick.
Her pulling away and them glistening.
So fucked up.
Looking at them lips.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ANGEL SCREAMS, BASS AND SIRENS}



{ANGEL SCREAMS, BASS AND SIRENS}
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
https://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

And what of man so encumbered by his skin... His corporeal self.
What of his mind encumbered by the same self.
All this reality and all he sees is what other men want him to see.
An animal who does not even know that he is food for lion.
The things he would be if he were truly free.
What of man formed of the soul of a star and placed on a starship hurtling through dark matter?
Born of a chemical reaction and light.
He with the potential to be a cosmic entity able to leap across galaxies with a well placed thought.
He living planetary while his history is written on rocks across the cosmos.
Ruled by fear of an all powerful God as told to a slave living under threats of death.
So many crazy people ruling and the sane living as crazy people.
Defined by society.
Coulda been a superhero and all man is is a cog in a wheel.
A piece of a machine.
Plugged in and plugged out.
Dead eyes looking out into the all of it.
I infinity I.
Angels voices sounding like bass drums and sirens.
The beat of the wings and vision filled skies.
What of men who cant see these things?
Dead or alive?
Sentient or bound by time and space?
What of man who thinks that dying is dying and living is living.
Man who has been here since his inception.
Thinking that he should live a certain way for a blessed afterlife when he should be living that way for this life.
Heaven promised while living in a created hell.
This skin only a shell for his immortal soul.
Oh man...
Oh ye foolish men.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY