(THEORIES OF RELATIVITY)

Motherfucker telling me a day on Venus is longer than one on earth like that shit matters when you in a living hell.

When you don't know when you gone eat again, if you gone make it to the end.

A day.

When a motherfucker on TV telling you the price of meat done went up again, the economy ain't been right in my neighborhood since slavery began.

A day.

Motherfucker on Instagram getting rich off of selling bullshit to the people again and again.

Same shit they fooled the black woman on the Young and the Restless on rinse and repeat.

Got the black men worrying bout the name on their shoes, the name on a car. Fuck a Benz.

A day.

Camera turned to that person again, man in a mirrored camera lens.

Selfie's seem so selfish as a baby goes to bed hungry right round the corner, a mother sells her body to make ends meet.

They who would call her a hoe looking at a phone screen, a most  panoramic sweep relatively.

A day on Venus is longer than one on earth.

I know that shit, it just don't seem that way.

Jerald hamzahfaruq Murphy 

(SAVAGELY)

(Oh Death)

Sun shines upon head

Winters wind blows so boldly

Darkness finds man cold

(He Lives)

Time has made him tough

Good and evil having merged

Yin and Yang in nature

(He Learns)

Born of Georgia clay

Traveled is his wearied soul

The things that he's seen

(Lessons)

Life and death are one

Beginning to the savage end

Lions eat bloodied meat

(Transcendently)

Moon shines on the dirt

No grass grows here right now

Man has been lain down

2617

4 loaves bread 

4 packs water

2 cans Walmart biscuits 

Hot sauce 

Butter

(What The Fuck)

(What Tha Fuck)

All this shit I done seen in these streets, anger , angst and anger leading to stupifying feats.

Tears trickling, running down cheeks.

Mama's down on they knees, sisters putting Molly on top of they trees, sprinkle sprinkle it's a drug induced mental disease.

It's enough to drive a black man insane, shit is all hyped up game, motherfuckers living in towers feeding on the pain .

I woulda cried, sometimes I feel like I shoulda died, all I can do now is elicit a sigh, tears forming in my prodigal eyes.

So much potential and doing 25 to life, all this internal stress and strife, brothers be in prison with a man for a wife.

This some a that shit they used to talk about, is this what y'all was marching bout? Black man been counted out, motherfuckers running round without no clout.

Religion ain't never ever won no war, relying on preachers ain't got us very far, once a year buying them a new car.

Some fandangled fucked up shit,

Here's some music to accompany it, falling, falling into a bottomless pit 

Ebony and Ivory blending into grey, where I come from they don't play.

All this motherfucking disarray.

All this shit, all this motherfucking shit.

Jerald hamzahfaruq Murphy

(THE SKIES AS REFLECTED IN THINE EYES)

We born of the cataclysm of an exploding star.

I have loved you since we were born of it's dust.

My heart strings sing of thy beauty.

The melanin tint of your skin so enticing.

The vibration of your voice sending tingles through my insides, down my spine.

Such intensity that I man sigh, goosebumps on mine skin

Breath expelled and inhaled.

I man find myself floating on gossamer waves of delight.

A prisoner bound to thy charms.

The cosmos displayed in the depths of thine eyes.

Mmmm... So succulent and I man mesmerized stand spellbound, locked in stasis.

You playing on the soundtrack of mine mind, the beat down in mine loins 

The spirals in your hair universes in an ever expanding cosmos where we, we are found alive.

An explosion and then came you, so vivid and true. 

The stars, the stars.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(RESURRECTION THEORY)

Here hue-manity lies, living so far beneath his potential of rising to the stars 2025 and we got flying cars.

Some many probabilities, oh the possibilities, we held back because of financial responsibilities.

Hue-manity a shadow of it's former self, the angels crying crystal hard tears from a grey sky, misic box revolving on a dusty shelf.

Twinkling in the night and crunching underfoot in the day, hue-manity lingering in disarray.

World so hard for most, so easy for the few, we done surely missed the cue.

Would that hue-manity could unify, subconscious barriers keeping them tethered to this realm, on the THC arise.

Third eye closed from the meat they eat, mental and physical, we existing practically invisible.

A baby born the closest analogy to what my people have become, what they must become.

A totally mind blowing conundrum this being reborn, how could the prototypical become this spawn.

Hue-manity desperately needs a reboot, a press of a key, poof... resolute.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY