{GOSSAMER STRINGS IN MORNING DEW} Featuring Saadiyah Safi El Din
THE MUSIC THAT BINDS IT TOGETHER...
https://youtu.be/FbfESZxbaoA
In you I see such complexity.
The makings of beautiful beginnings and salve for healing.
Such a fragile delicacy amid sharpened blades of steel.
Thine eyes... Thine art... A lovely combination.
The makings of beautiful beginnings and salve for healing.
Such a fragile delicacy amid sharpened blades of steel.
Thine eyes... Thine art... A lovely combination.
I found you amidst words not just any,
a griot who would help rebuild this nation his people through strong intellectually stimulating poetry.
Over the years you have become dear to me.
Called my mind to another dimension, a different realm, a world created and written in mystery
Photos of things beyond my eyes, only my mind could combine the infinitesimal gravity of what it all means to me
You ink me free ..letting me know that black ain't what I'm solely.
Strength courage and unity survives within me since I am a universal being.
My eyes love seeing the recollections of your artistic offerings.
a griot who would help rebuild this nation his people through strong intellectually stimulating poetry.
Over the years you have become dear to me.
Called my mind to another dimension, a different realm, a world created and written in mystery
Photos of things beyond my eyes, only my mind could combine the infinitesimal gravity of what it all means to me
You ink me free ..letting me know that black ain't what I'm solely.
Strength courage and unity survives within me since I am a universal being.
My eyes love seeing the recollections of your artistic offerings.
Yet you are the breaths a man takes on an uphill journey... Your voice, the song playing in his head.
He eating of you, lying you back and drinking of you.
Dining on the African of you as you a queen guides him on his voyage.
Your folds, your creases, the roadmap home to a weary star traveler.
I would hold brush in hand and stroke thee to painted life immortal.
My eyes wonder at this piece of divinity placed before them.
Such a beautiful ode to femininity.
He eating of you, lying you back and drinking of you.
Dining on the African of you as you a queen guides him on his voyage.
Your folds, your creases, the roadmap home to a weary star traveler.
I would hold brush in hand and stroke thee to painted life immortal.
My eyes wonder at this piece of divinity placed before them.
Such a beautiful ode to femininity.
You are the deep exhalations of serenity. The Queen in me needs a Kingly touch. The sentiments of thousands of warrior hands, softened by my femininity. When you come into me it's as if Jupiter has invaded earth's atmosphere. Nothing is not touched, scorched by the consumption of your viral masculinity. Chemically you blend with me to create future we's behind sounds of great ectasy . I could be high atop Mount Ararat and yes your enduring love would find me. You would be like a hip belt bound to me.
In you I see endless possibility cause its you... yes you that inspires me.
My waking and my sleeping, my flights of fantasy.
So much pain and yet you endure.
I find myself suspended in you as from these fingers flow these words.
I would write of thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Saadiyah Safi El Din
