(VAPING ON THE HARSH REALITY) 360°

Everyday I man wake up it's another day standing on fractured planes of existence.

Not just where I man stand but space inhabited by other beings described as human.

Questions swirling like waves of heat on desert sand.

Why that fool killed them babies man?

How many innocents killed by bombs in Iran,

In Pakistan?

How many killed by guns in Manhattan?

Sorry to rhyme, that's just how it came out.

All this beauty but all this strife.

Who gone remember this life when I man drift away energy into the atmosphere?

Blue skies and clouds stretching across the horizon.

Such thoughts as I man ponder the immensity of all these things.

Sinners in church on bended knees praying for prostitutes on various street corners.

Surrendered to the religiosity of it all.

Babies born in hospitals addicted before they could breathe.

The angels of these things would they sing.

Flowers so red against the buildings concrete.

Suspended leaves on the breeze.

Visions of Allah floating on a memory.

A whisp of air, I man breathe these things.

An exhale as it all repeats.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

Butter 

Flour 

Pancake mix 

I floated, no I crashed into earth a meteorite.

Cause ain't nothing soft bout me, I'm like granite.

The sky alluding to far off possibilities and sometimes improbable probabilities.

A conundrum and a improper use of linguistics as I man try to put in perspective.

(WHEN I)

These days grow longer yet shorter and the night it comes, it comes.

Such a daunting thing the surety of finality, such a hauntingly frightening thing.

To fear the night is such a foolhardy thing, yet a certain amount comes regardless.

From womb to cradle to crawl ,walk and run, even those things would become past.

The night it seems is not that far away even when young, man holding woman's hand in the halls of his prime.

He so young and virile, she so god-damned fine.

Got to break it down this way cause the dark is on the horizon, light consumed in a place we can only contemplate about.

Those who've come come back tell such conflicting tales, light at the end of tunnels and flashes of consciousness light.

Yet there it is, the edge of darkness looming right beyond sight.

The days grow longer in the midst of spring, yet the night it seems, has grown a bit too.

Darkness must consume.

It comes, it comes.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(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