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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

SEX ON A GREYHOUND. {70 MILES AN HOUR} X RATED DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18! BY JERALD MURPHY

AROUND MY WAY WHEN A WOMAN IS BUILT A CERTAIN WAY WE SAY SHE IS BUILT LIKE A STALLION. NOW I KNOW THAT SOUNDS CRAZY CAUSE A STALLION IS A MALE HORSE BUT I GUESS WE ARE REFERRING TO THE LINES THAT SHE DISPLAYS. AND SOME WOMEN ARE SO DAMN FINE THAT THREE DAYS AFTER YOU AND YOUR BOYS SEE HER IF YOU SAY 'REMEMBER THAT WOMAN' THEY ALL DO. 


As soon as I get on the Greyhound I spot her... Two seats from the back. my territory. I make my way to the back of the bus and place my backpack into the overhead compartment. She glances at me and her eyes say my name. I sit down and throw some D.J.Ozone on my mp3, roots reggae mix shit. After we have been riding for about 20 minutes I lean forward and touch her on her shoulder, She looks around and I ask her where sheis headed. She tells me that she is going to Miami, her voice is like honey on a biscuit. Sweet and strong. The miles fall victim to the turning tires of the bus. The drone of the engine. I say that I am on my way to Orlando. The bus continues to ride and we talk until it stops in Lake City. I see her stand and my eyes betray me, she sees the beast and smiles at him, she plays with fire and seems to delight in it. Her body is so proportinate that she actually looks like she glides as she walks. As we say around my way "GODDAMN A RETICULATED PYTHON! The beast moves in with such force and yet so gingerly. Ah to suck those tits , to caress those thighs, the beast is a student of the bards. We reboard the bus, and the beast is in full blaze as he sings his song. The lines that he elicits as the bus rocks like a boat on a calm sea, soothingly. Her shorts are so short that they almost show her ass, yet they remain in good taste. Her pussy presses against the seam and it is so phat. Ah to drink of its juices, yet I digress. I have told her that I write and she asks to hear a poem. I speak in the darkness and I reach into my bag and pull out my pad. She remarks on how good it looks as I open the pages and find a suitable poem for this moment. She does not know it but she is my prey, the spider to my fly. A feast for my eyes as she sits with the blanket across her legs and closes her eyes to hear my words. When I am finished she opens her eyes and I see her beast peek out. She tells me that even though I have not mentioned sex her pussy is wet. She takes my hand and places it beneath the blanket on her pussy, damn, it is so soft, so wet. She unbuttons her shorts and slides them down under the blanket. I slide my shorts down for I wear no underwear at all. She reaches over and places her hand on my dick and her eyes open so wide that I see the whites glowing in the darkness. She sits on my lap and places my dick between her pussy lips and slids down onto it. We ride on the motion of the bus and the motion of our sex. I bite her neck and she bites mine, my hunger is so great. Her juices flow over my dick and onto my balls. She calls me daddy and a few other names as I grab her ass and try to jam my dick into her brain, to cause her heart to leap. She begs me not to stop as I cum into her pussy. We sit like this until my dick falls out of her pussy. She climbs off of my lap and goes into the bathroom and the driver announces that we are in Orlando. I get off the bus and We talk until my ride comes. I wave and she boards the bus. A stallion on a bus bound for Miami...A fine ass beast. 

GORILLA APESHIT



WHEN I WALK INTO THE ROOM I MAKE THE TIMID COWER IN THE CORNER...
AFRAID OF WHAT I MIGHT DO NEXT...
CAUSE I AM A PURE LYRICAL FOOL...
A BEAST UNLEASHED FROM THE WRITERS TOMB.
THE ONLY WAY THAT YOU TRY TO HURT I IS TO RUN AND TELL...
YET ALL THAT MAKES I DO IS UNLEASH THIS FURIOUS HELL...
AS I BREAK FREE WITH THIS GORILLA APESHIT ALL OVER YOUR PUSSY ASS...
RUN TO FACEBOOK AND TELL THAT... PUNK BITCH.
CAUSE I AINT GONNA BITE MY TONGUE...
YOU AND AN ARMY CANT STOP THIS FLOW...
SO STRONG THAT EVEN THE C.I.A. KNOWS I DONT PLAY.
I WAS BORN IN THE PITS WHERE SO MANY DIE...
RAISED IN THE BELLY OF BABYLON THE WHORE...
WHERE SO MANY PERISH IN CONFUSION...
A FENCE TO KEEP US IN...
 A FENCE TO KEEP YO BITCH ASS OUT.
CAUSE WHERE I COME FROM WE WILL EAT YO ASS UP...
SHIT SO REAL IT WILL MAKE ULCERS ERUPT...
SO TAKE THIS TO FACEBOOK YOU DIRTY LOW DOWN SNITCH...
AND TELL EM I SENT YOU WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YO LEGS BITCH.
I  DONT GIVE A DAMN CAUSE I AM A GORILLA AND I SLING APESHIT.
AND TO THE CENSOR THAT READS THIS, I WANT MY PROPERTY BACK.
ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF THIS THING...
I FIGHTS FOR MINE

MATHEMATICS


GOTTA HAVE THE MUSIC

 Compositions of composure as complex as the creation of this universe.

 Allah in these letters that form hyroglyphic equations that built pyramids...spawned the sphinx.

As men in modern chambers seek the answers...daring to keep them secret...ever elusive 10 percent...the compass remains askew.

So many that stand on the square...in pulpits and positions of power.

All the while the others form the 85 percent ...wallowing in the despair of being at the bottom of the ladder.

As possesed souls they live orchestrated lives...completely absorbed in compatability.

Percentages and algebraic symbols...figures to be manipulated...dead bodies on battlegrounds in cities streets.

Niggas...crackheads...them thugs and hoes.

This is mathematically precise reasoning...born in the ghetto...from where the prophets arise.

And 5 percent preach the truth...to dead minds.

    

LOST [AN EROTIC ROMP]


[LOST] AN EROTIC ROMP
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SHORT DITTY...


ALL UP IN MY MIND...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU...PHAT PUSSY VISIONZ...ALL PINK WET AND PRETTY.
AS LOVELY AS A ROSE ON A PRETTY SPRING DAY...AS IT SPREADS ITS PETALS TO RECEIVE  THE SUN...SON???
AS I LICK AT YOUR CLIT AND MAKE IT SWELL...SUCK IT BACK AND FORTH...CUM ON MY TOUNGE...CUM ALL OVER MY FACE.
I SEE YOU ON YOUR KNEES ON THE SIDE OF THE BED...LOOKING AT MY DICK...STROKING IT IN YOUR  MIND AND HANDS...SUCKING TILL I MOAN YOUR NAME.
I GROW SO DAMN HARD...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU.
LEGS PUSHED BACK TILL THEY TOUCH THE BED WITH ME STANDING UP IN THAT CUNT...RAMMING MY DICK INTO THE SLIPPERY DEPTHS OF YOU RECEPTIVE WOMB.
CRYING OUT IN PAIN...BEFORE YOU ERUPT IN RAPTURE...LITTLE FAIRIES AND STARS DANCE IN YOUR HEAD.
PULSATING AND BEATING LIKE A MARCHING BAND AS I STROKE THAT PUSSY WITH MY SOAKING HAND.
I WAKE UP IN A HAZE...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU

INK STAIN

 

ERUPTIONS OF INK THAT FLOW FROM THIS PEN. SPILLING FROM CAVERNS SO DEEP THAT FATHOMS FALL AWAY AS THE SEARCH CONTINUES. TIME HAS PASSED UNFETTERED IN A LIFE ON A PLANET OF TANGLED LIVES. A TRAVELER IN A BODY WHICH FEELS THE RAVAGES OF TIME. AS THE DAYS SEEM TO GROW SHORTER. INTO THE ABYSS WHERE EVERYTHING BECOMES ONE. SEEKING TRUE FREEDOM, MIND OVER MATTER. DARKNESS AND LIGHT ARE THE SAME. FOR WITHOUT ONE THERE WOULD NOT BE THE OTHER. TWO SIDES OF THE WHOLE THAT IS LIFE. FLOWING LIKE LAVA OOZING FROM THE CORE OF VOLCANIC EXPRESSION. FROM THIS HEART AND INTO THE MINDS OF THOSE WHO READ THESE TOMES. SPIRALING AS IT ASCENDS, SPIRALING AS IT DECENDS. STARS AND PLANETS FALL AWAY IN THE KNOWING. WALKS ACROSS THE DEPTHS OF SPACE. AS MY PEN ERUPTS.



 

STRAWBERRY


 WHEN I WAS ON MYSPACE I USED TO DO POETRY FOR MODELS. SOME THAT I LOCATED AND SOME THAT LOCATED ME. IT ALWAYS SEEMED THAT THEY WERE NEVER WHAT EVEN I EXPECTED CAUSE AS I LOOKED AT THEIR PICTURES MY MIND WOULD FLOW IN STRANGE WAYS. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT I HAVE DONE IT ON FACEBOOK AND ONCE AGAIN, THIS PIECE TOOK ON A LIFE OF ITS OWN. THE YOUNG WOMAN PICTURED HERE GOES TO COLLEGE IN MY CITY AND HER NAME IS SHANTICE SMITH, ENJOY


 FRESH AS A STRAWBERRY PICKED RED AND RIPE FROM A VINE COVERED IN THE DEW OF DAWN...DROPLETS OF WATER THAT CATCH THE MORNING SUN...PRISMS THAT TURN INTO SMALL RAINBOWS IN THE SPECTRUM OF LIGHT THAT SHINE FROM 93 MILLION MILES AWAY.
DELICIOUSLY DIPPED IN CHOCOLATE THAT DRIP...DRIP...DRIPS...RECEPTORS OF TASTE...PERSPECTIVES OF TASTE.
YET EVEN IN THE FACE OF SUCH DELICATE AND DELIGHTFUL FRUIT ARE LESSONS OF LIFE...IF ONLY A MAN TAKES THE TIME TO LOOK...TIME TO STOP AND PERUSE FOR AWHILE.
TEMPTATION AND GREED HAS HAD IT WAY WITH SO MANY...LED SO MANY ASTRAY.
THE BERRY IN ITS VERY BEING, IN ITS SIMPLE DESIGN DEFINES MAN AND WOMANS ROLE IN THE SCHEME ...ITS INTERIOR BEARS THE SEEDS OF ITS CONTINUENCE...AS FROM THEM ROOTS SPROUT AND COVER THE EARTH.
FERTILIZER SPRINKLED THAT CAUSES FLOWERS TO OPEN...REACHING OUT TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE.
BEES ATTRACTED TO THE FRAGRANT BLOOMS...ATTENTION GIVEN...ATTENTION RECEIVED.
ONCE YOUNG AND GREEN NOW VIBRANTLY MATURE...PEAKED IN ITS PRIME...SUCCESSION OF TIME.
HANDS OF THE MASTER GARDENER THAT SHAPES THE FLAVOR...FULL BODIED AND SHAPELY. THE FINEST OF ALL WINES.
WHILE TO THE BLIND ITS JUST A STRAWBERRY...AS IT IS PLACED ON WAITING LIPS...AND SAVORED WITH GRACIOUS TOUNGES.
JUICE THAT TRICKLES INTO THE MIND.

RUNAWAY SLAVE ON INTERNET HIGHWAYS.


THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR  THIS PIECE

I'M A RUNAWAY SLAVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A TECHNOLOGICAL AGE.
RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE THAT CREATED THIS MENTALITY.
I DID'NT HAVE TO BE THIS ENTITY.
A RUNAWAY SLAVE WHEN I WENT TO SCHOOL, CONFORMITY WAS NOT ONE OF MY TOOLS.
SAY THE WRONG THING ABOUT MY PEOPLE AND I WILL KICK YOUR ASS FOR ALL MY ANCESTORS.
NAT TURNER AND DENMARK DIED THE WAY I MIGHT.
A RUNAWAY SLAVE WILL NEVER BE ACCEPTED BY THE MASSES.
FOR THEY REMAIN SCARED TO SPEAK FOR FEAR OF STANDING OUT.
A RUNAWAY SLAVE ON MYSPACE IN 2K10, SPEAKING FROM THE BUSHES AS PEOPLE RUSH ON BY.
NEVER BEEN ONE TO HIDE FROM A BATTLE, MY SCARS BEAR SCARS.
I CAN FLIP THIS SCRIPT ABOUT A THOUSAND WAYS, A CHAMELEON AS I BRING THIS FIRE INTO PLAY.
A RUNAWAY SLAVE DONT EAT NO SWINE CAUSE YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT ...DIRTY FOOD LEADS TO DIRTY MINDS.
I'M THE ONE THAT SAYS THE SHIT THAT OTHERS AGREE WITH SECRETLY... A ROPE ON A GODDAMN OAK TREE.
I WILL DIE FOR MY VEIWS IF I HAVE TO.
A RUNAWAY SLAVE IN A TECHNOLOGICAL AGE.