(THEE COMPLEXITY)
THE MUSIC...

Here man sits contemplating woman... His mind wrapped so up in her complexity.
Her softest layers.
He grows hard.
Man would fuck her in his daydreams.
She such a part of his sanity... His insanity... His rationality.
Man and she all of these things.
The petals of flower... The deepness of the sea... Salty tears.
Life teeming in her waters... His seed swirling fluidly.
She ignites his synapses... He thinking of her internals... Her makings which he explores pineal.
Brightest flashes of light is she... This most profound of darkness... He loving her even in his confusion...
She linked to his ascent and his fall.
They travelers on a spinning ship.
Man and she gaining momentum... Fucking excitedly... Thundering roars and high pitched screams... Slap of skin... Ass against stomach.
They release...
Man lying in contemplation of woman.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OBSERVATIONALLY)
THE BEAT... MEDITATIVELY...
https://youtu.be/a3hdbEAsXcA

This world, we live so petty.
A whole planet orbiting a sun see.
So many living son see.
So many spinning religiosity... Rotationally.
We who once traveled stars collective, now so divided racially.
What are we to be at stories end see?
We humanity.
A pyramid in the desert alluding to our divinity... We lost in poverty and caste systems where the poor fight for the rich to be free.
Free to run rampant on the masses see.
Monday so funky.
Oh my children. Oh my babies!
The ground crying as the blood defiles the sands see.
So many slaughtered so needlessly.
So many enslaved so psychologically.
Sheep and cattle, seen?.. Lions and gazelle, seen?
Gotta recognize the beast manifestly.
Cast the veil away from his form see.
This street poetry... We  dwelling so petty.
Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY