[Urgently] Dedicated to my son Jahreign Ishmail. There is power in that name son.

The music... this piece was written to this rhythm so to absorb the full effect you have to listen.

http://youtu.be/-QHtjLxrxn0

Frantically do I scribe to bring these lyrics to life...before I die and these words are buried in a cold dark grave with me.

Before a young man gives his life over to the lies and trickery of the streets.

Before a young girl starts to auction off her body to get a step ahead, by sucking on some head.

See cause its real out here where I come from.

The home of crackheads, jack boys and chickenheads... junkies, pimps and motherfucking hoes.

A police is the enemy as I see, Me and my dad with tears in our eyes as they cuffed me on his porch, offered me three.

Life sentences that is.

Jahreign was just a baby then and I lived in the den of sin... the next time I saw him he was a year old. And I cried on that same porch.

Tears of joy for Allah allowing me to see my son... Threw them life sentences right back.

Eat that one system.

I see with third eye vision in 4th dimension visuality, whole other degrees.

Ghetto youth and a ghetto ass mentality even as I orchestrate and matriculate... spit fyah and verbulate.

If I seem to have an attitude so the fuck what... suck that shit up, thats what they told the slaves.

I got a whole lot of shit to say and I will trample all who stand in my way cause I am more than man. I walk amongst the ranks of the hue-man.

Blessed with the spirit of an African.

In these violent times on these violent streets where even the music is violent as it pounds down that bass sound.

A Florida boy Done seen it all from a southern perspective steeped in the brew of this toxic southern stew. 

A new age warrior for a new age terror in a brave new world.

Cause no matter what happens, I stand for my tribe as the day breaks.

I frantically scribe to bring these words to life.

I bring it this way Jah cause life ain't easy and I know that you have seen much. Be blessed waladi.

LISTEN PHAROAH

[LISTEN PHAROAH]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIPT...

http://youtu.be/6sz6fydshvQ

Let my people go.

Let them go from the ghettos in a mass exodus of mental slavery and self hate.

Skin tone visuality as sold out souls try to be free on a plane of insanity... masonic spirituality.

To be as the beast is to be the beast in stages and degrees... born of numerology in egyptian chambers.

Oaths that are uttered in whispers on the edges of six pointed stars in the land of babylon.

And the words of the ancient of days become the words by which we live in these forseen times.

Let my people go from Cadillac dreams and visions of having it all as all seems to grow out of control.

In these times of virtual knowledge where the truth is but a fingertip away the fool remains thirsty.

Taught not to drink from the fountain of sanity as children are corrupted and mislead.

As men grow weaker... and war seems to make man wiser... smarter bombs that rain on innocence.

Let my people go from the 500 plus years of brainwashing and whitewashing education.

Cause it seems that all we got from the bible was hate.

Hate for being born in the motherland from whence man came... missionaries and covert missions.

A cross and a cannon.

Let my people go.

LIE IN YOU

[LIE IN YOU]
THE MUSIC...IF YOU MISS THIS MUSIC YOU ARE MISSING OUT
http://youtu.be/-iVkQ5TGzNI


I want to lie in you...
To stir the blood that courses through your veins and circulates in your brain.
I  want to awaken the feline in your femininity, kind of stroke your kitty to sleep.
Lick you till you weep all over the hairs that cover my chin.
Dick feels as if it weighs a million pounds as it swings so ponderously between my thighs.
Bout to be some intensity in here.
Bout to knock down some walls.
Make that clit spit all over the place...all over the damn place.
Sometimes rough and sometimes gentle as you and I take this ride.
You on top as I try to suck both nipples at the same damn time...from the back as I try to impale you into submission...hanging from the side of the bed...in the back yard.
Nutjuice and cream in the middle of the night.
A sexual lycanthrope in the light of the moon.
Want to swell a pum pum.
Pull some hair and scream some obsenities as the neighbors strain to hear.
Make you have to take a pillow to work.
Just plain be a beast...
I want to lie in you.

hamzahfaruq

OF LOVE

[OF LOVE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...IT MATTERS...
http://youtu.be/70bJLlrdE90

If I were to touch you would I be absorbed by your skin?
Consumed?
Would I be able to stand the sight of you naked as I drink you in with my eyes?
So many years of loneliness.
Lost in the fear of losing you in some future time cause even though it may not seem so I want a lifelong love.
Been alone so long I wonder if its really worth a try as I dwell in the strokes of my pen and pencil and this art flows from my mind.
All dedicated to the beauty of the nubian kings and queens as they are led along the path of forgetting who the hell we are.
Would I fall into your melanin and be revived... pulled from the bottomless pit?
Where I stand in the cold water of all the tears of my ancestors and listen to the voices as they echo off the walls.
For I once sought love as mortal men do and was left standing alone on a barren field of crushed dreams and lost hope
As the world seemed to forget about me and the days became the years that had passed.
A warrior stranded on the battlefield of love as materialism and narcisism have left me alienated.
The things of this world will mean nothing when the days grow short and its time to go home.
Will I remember the scent of a woman when the sun sets on my horizon?
The feel of her skin?
Will I?

HAMZAHFARUQ

TEARS OF A QUEEN

[TEARS OF A QUEEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/j7jMB3FDhV8

She cries and somewhere in the world her tears fall as the rain that wakes a sleeping man.
He stands and chills run across the expance of his skin as his third eye opens in recognition.
Drops of Allah that trickle down her cheeks as war continues and men gloat over the dead bodies of men.
Evil redefined to suit the needs of the evil.
All the while the man continues to walk in ablution ...washed in the blood and sweat of his ancestors as his breadren was and is sold a lie.
All for free about freedom in houses of worship where slaves are made to see reality through the vision of the master.
Clapping and dancing in apparent rapture as revelations of revelation are revealed on the evening news.
Gunshots and sirens.
Politicians with that same tired rap all dressed up for another day of sticking it to the comman man and woman...business as usual.
Dictators and the dictated.
A baby lies sick in the hospital bout to die cause his parents got the short straw...no insurance when food has to be placed on the table of the needy.
A wino leaning on a tree in the middle of the park with no hope left.
The moon pulling at the tides.
As she cries.

HAMZAH FARUQ

SWEET TOOTH

[SWEET TOOTH]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...SOME REAL FYAH SHIT
http://youtu.be/WEO2yHT-j5k

Sometimes late at night I find myself craving a treat...cookies and ice cream as your core floods the receptors of my sweet tooth.
A sigh as I sniff at your scent and feel the rise of my nature straining to fill you again and again.
As the petals of your flower flutter in the heights of the passion of we as I take you on a ride of proportions to magnificent to be measured by mortal means.
Your screams are the fuel that feeds the fires of I as I stroke at the walls of your womb and your sweetened liquid pours onto the sheets.
The sweat that glistens in the softened light covering we in the dew of our desire...relative humidity and thunderstorms.
I see you as my slave as I command your body...as I command your mind in the throes of passion...where the beast lies in wait.
A slave to the want of you as your nipples beg to be sucked by my eager toungue...standing in the air like ripened fruit..cherries and whipped cream.
Chocolate dreams of rising from the sea of all creation as I bend you over and plunge into the tunnel of love that hangs beneath the mountains of your bootliciousness.
Beakoning me to explore these new lands and claim them in the name of all that is I...as they tremble from the magnitude of this quake.
A flag waving in the wind of our release as you draw me in and I plant my seed deeply...my manhood and your femininity.
As the night drifts away never to be replaced and I find myself craving a taste of your treats...
On my sweet tooth.

HAMZAHFARUQ

PENSTROKES OF A QUEEN

[PENSTROKES OF A QUEEN]
THE MUSIC AND IT IS ESSENTIAL THAT YOU HEAR THIS...
http://youtu.be/kX4-OMWCdCc

Touch me...
Take these chains that have bound this body...this soul.
A weary traveler wandering city streets where queens walk amongst the ranks of man.
Breathe a part of thy life into these weary lungs that have smelled the stench of death...
The breath of a new babe as he opened his eyes...to light...to light.
The scent of thy perfume as it wafts from thine skin...
To fill the nether regions of a mans being.
Give these muscles the strengnth of thou caress...
Drifting in the spirals of thy hair...maps to the universe mine empress as we fade into time.
Water that falls on paper as these words are ripped from this hand by a fevered mind.
Penstrokes that turn into a picture of a woman painted in words...rendered in clarity.
I dwell in thee primaly... a piece of what we are...a piece of what we were.
Find me in the crevasses of thine femininity where we merge on molecular plateaus and create life...
Pieces of these souls falling into the future as these days pass us by like cool air.
Come my queen...
Touch me.

hamzahfaruq

7 HEAVENS 7 HELLS

[7] SEVEN HEAVENS...SEVEN HELLS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...IT SETS THE TONE...
http://youtu.be/kOPxmqKl7Yc


As a man returns from the depths of the seven caves that inhabit the seven souls of a sun raised in the turbulance of babylon.
Born in the land of seven hells where the thermonuclear radiation beat down on backs that bore the criss cross of the whips strikes...where Allahs children still cry of atrocoties as they linger in the belly of the beast...10 horns and a whore who stands illuminated in a harbor...fire glows in her right hand.
Seraphim and nephilim locked in a war where mere mortal men are swallowed whole for they cannot see the magnitude inter-dimensionally.
Realism blinds in all its illusion as third eyes are severed in public schools and destroyed with saturday morning cartoons filled with manifest dillusions.
Seven trumpets that sound the alarm following the opening of the seven seals and preceding the seven thunders rolling across formally fruited plaines that once existed on mental planes.
The cries of the crushed cry from the dust that becomes the bricks of civilization...such a chill wind that blows against the skin.
Woe unto the forgotten...woe unto the forgetters...singing songs of genocide...staccato words of hatred and ignorant ambitions...prancing in ignovision.
As a man stands in the land of seven hills where native men called on Allah before the slaveship jesus brought us to these shores.
To be reborn and delivered...converted and distorted...beaten and destroyed in the torture chambers of the pharoah.
Jail cells and prison dorms where life and death are sometimes one state.
As the seven levels of heaven prepare for war with the seven levels of hell we stand divided in this the land of the free...conditionally.

hamzah faruq

IN YOUR SKIN

[IN YOUR SKIN] DEDICATED TO ONE OF THE FIRST READERS I HAD. MERCY ARNOLD. SINCE 2007...THANK YOU MERCY.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... YOU BETTER LISTEN MERCY...
http://youtu.be/Oat_nhfhDgE

There you are all up in your skin...
Such a lovely pixie as you flit all up in my mind... rewind.
There you are all wrapped in reality...
Such an enticing piece of cocoa so bitter yet when mixed with sugar so sweet.
AHHH...as you play across the mentals of my depraved mind where these lyrics reside.
A taste of you in the molecules of the air that I breathe on a winter day in the first part of this century.
Where I record as this life unfolds in glorious shots of vivid color.
You in your doe eyed wonder have seen my rises and falls as these years have passed us by.
A day as I ride in the atoms of we... so many miles apart... clay roads in Georgia.
Beaches in Florida as you invade the greyness of this matter that fills my cranium.
The sun as it rises across salt marshes and cotton fields.
So many the settings as I travel on these thoughts.
So far and yet so near.
All up in your skin.

THICKNESS. A REPOST
PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XwoE1YfJBc
THE FIRST TIME I POSTED THIS PIECE IT GOT OVER 250 COMMENTS..I DONT KNOW WHY..BUT HERE IT IS AGAIN.

I LOVE THAT THICKNESS THAT YOU DISPLAY... ALL THAT SKIN TO RUB... ALL THAT ASS TO...HOLD.

SPREAD THOSE THICK LEGS AND LET ME LICK THOSE THIGHS BEFORE I SNIFF AT THAT CLIT AND TAKE IT INTO MY MOUTH.

AS YOU TO CLOSE THEM AROUND MY HEAD AND CRY...CRY IN THE JOY OF RELEASE.

BEND OVER AND LET THAT PUSSY DROP BETWEEN YOUR LEGS... SHOW IT TO ME BEFORE YOU TURN AROUND AND LICK...MY HEAD.

TAKE ME IN YOUR MOUTH AS I LOOK AT ALL THAT BODY THAT IS MY PLAYGROUND OF LUST.

THOSE BREASTS SO BIG AND FULL OF LIFE...BIG OL NIPPLES THAT MAKE ME TRY TO TAKE BOTH OF THEM IN MY MOUTH.

I LOVE THAT THICKNESS THAT YOU DISPLAY...LAY ON THE FLOOR AND LET DADDY...PLAY.

SO MUCH TO ENJOY...SO MUCH TO SAVOR...THICK WOMAN YOU GOT THAT FLAVOR.

LET ME SPANK THAT ASS AND WATCH IT JIGGLE AND SHAKE...BEFORE I UNLEASH THIS...EARTHQUAKE.

A BIG JUICY VISION AS MY DICK GROWS SO HARD...STRAINING TO REACH THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB.

AS YOUR LEGS BECOME TREE TRUNKS RAISED TO THE SKY...ME BETWEEN THEM STRECHING YOUR LIPS APART.

LICKING YOUR NECK...YOUR NIPPLES...YOUR HEART.

STRETCH MARKS THAT BEAR WITNESS TO YOUR FERTILITY...AS I PLACE MY SEED IN YOU...HOLLERING IN RELEASE.

I LOVE THAT THICKNESS THAT YOU DISPLAY...BIG THICK WOMAN THOU ART.

LIONS SONG

LIONS SONG...1ST CHAPTER OF MY BOOK. A REPOST
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...ACTUALLY THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL34E84C5990D7B50B

ONE OF MY MAIN INTENTS FOR WRITING WAS TO CREATE NEW AFRICAN HERO'S. SOMETHING TO COUNTER THE NEGATIVE IMAGES OF US...THE JIGABOO SYNDROME. THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN ALL OF THE STORIES THAT I HAVE DONE.

As I walk away from the burning building the screams and shouts of the slaves meld with the crackling of the fire. The slaves who see me look at me with terror in their eyes and most run away, the others fall to their knees . Across my shoulder  I carry the gold and money that came from the footlocker in the house. I am not worried about what they will say because most of them will swear they saw a haint or ghost. My face and my body are painted white with ash. All  that I wear  is a loin cloth and a leather pouch which is around my neck. My feet are in sandals. As soon as I leave the yard of the house I melt into the woods that run along the road. I can still hear the screams of the slaves and the frantic cries of the animals in the barn as the smell of the smoke reaches them.

As I walk I think back to another time, a time when I was younger. This too was a time of screams but they were the screams of my people. The raiders who came into our village came with no mercy or remorse. They killed almost every man who rose to fight them off. I can still see the look on my mothers face as she told my sister and I to run away and hide. I did not listen for I thought that I was a man. I had just completed the training that turns boys into men and I was a man or so I thought. I saw the men falling from the sticks that sang like thunder and I ran out with my spear and my shield. I saw my father as he swept one of the men from the strange zebra and thrust his spear into his heart. My father looked at me and then his eyes stretched wide as he fell across the man he had just killed  I ran towards him and was almost to him when I was hit from behind and knocked unconscious.

I woke to a living hell, fire blazed from every hut in the village and the bodies of the dead were piled up like blankets in the center of the village. The women and children were herded together and placed in chains I did not see my mother but my sister was there, she was crying and I tried to move to her but I was chained to a stake in the ground. the old people  were herded together and shot. The women were stripped of their clothing and many were raped right in front of our eyes. If they resisted they were killed. As I looked around I saw that I was not the only young man to be spared, there were about thirteen of us chained to stakes in the ground.The white demons shouted things at us that we did not understand and they had two black men with them that spoke their tongue and ours. Eventually we were all chained together and led on a long march to the ships that carried us to this country.

At this time my thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of horses and I crouch behind a tree as they pass by. I hear one of the white men say to the other. "Goddamn billy you reckon they got out okay, do you see the size of that thar fyar?'

"Shit yeah Claude!" says the other white man.

There are a least six horses on the road but this is all the conversation I hear as they thunder past my hiding place. I continue moving through the woods and I start to relive the events of the past night. I arrived in this area around two days ago and established my campsite, it was at this time that I made contact with the slave whose family sent me to get him. He wanted to be free, I would free him, it was as simple as that. There were 6 other slaves who wanted to leave with him. this was no problem I would help them all.

I have learned that the best diversion is something that is totally unexpected, hence the fire. I've also learned that the main factor in the capture of many runaways is the descriptions given by the masters to the authorities, I have a remedy for that. After I was sure that the house was asleep I snuck into the room and made my way to the masters bedroom a slave was asleep at the foot of his bed. In most instances the slave who sleeps in the masters bedroom is as dangerous as an attack dog, so I simply slit his throat. The master woke up as his slave thrashed on the floor and I put him back to sleep with a well placed lick to his head.I then tied him up and went down the hall to where his wife was and I gagged her and tied her up as well. I did the same for his son a boy of about ten years of age.

I was then able to move about the house rather freely. The wife's slave was one of the slaves who was leaving with me and she had given me an excellent layout of the house. The only other slave around was the cook and she slept in a closet in the kitchen and she was half deaf.

I tied the master to a chair and did the same for his wife and son. I placed them across from him and removed his gag he began to curse at me at the top of his voice. "nigra this and nigra that. Even as he cursed me I could see the fear in his eyes at seeing an African man in his house. I asked him where his gold and money was and he continued to curse at me it was at this time that I dragged his sons chair into the hall. I then came into the room and stripped his wife of her clothes. When she was naked I stood her up and I treated her much as a slave on the auction block is treated. I caressed her nipples and then I made her sit down with her legs spread wide in front of him. He continued to yell and scream until I slit her throat. At this point he started to beg for his sons life and his. I asked him where the money was one more time and he told me I went and got it and I walked back in the room and killed him, I then went into the hall and killed his son. This seed would go no further. I then set the house on fire and walked away.

The slaves who are with me will not be missed for some days, all records of them are gone in the fire. I reach our camp and cleanse myself. This has been my eleventh mission. And I am the Lion.

PIMPED AND PLAYED

[PIMPED AND PLAYED] A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY Organick Storm. THE WORD WAS ARROGANT.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/IazLexjFpsQ

From the relative safety of glass towers that reach into the skies and prove the power of man..where the lives of the masses are drawn up on a board...pie diagrams and percents.
From rooms in the vatican and the heart of the southern baptist church where truths are overlooked because these men decide so.
Arrogant notions of knowing what is best for the populace as men kill each other with guns and call the name of Allah... the name of god.
Crosses of gold that hang on chains and mark the spot where a body dropped in the midst of urban warfare...crumbled buildings that testify to the power of mans disregard for the beauty of life.
So many that live in opposition to the words as they are written in holy books...I dont think Allah meant that...Jesus woulda understood.
Homosexuals in church...suicide bombers in Saudi Arabia...missles that rain from Israeli helicopters on houses full of children in the holy land.
Secret societies where the knowledge is kept from the common man as masons sit at the right hand of preachers and denounce teachers...while robbing the community blind.
Pass that collection plate again...papa needs a new cadillac...feed the congregation some of that mental similac.
As prophecy fullfils itself and man is consumed.
In arrogance.

HAMZAH FARUQ

THAT BEAUTIFUL DREAM

I think this little piece here needs an introduction. The other day I talked to the girl I had my first all out crush on. Our mothers were friends and I the young whippersnapper was her brothers friend. Yet I was smitten by her the first time I saw her and that infatuation led to a recurring dream that repeated itself into my teen years. Why am I telling you all this? Well because I told her about how I felt about her when I could'nt tell her and I also told her that I was going to write about it cause I think that I can paint a pretty picture with it. There is so much innocence in this tale.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO KAREN THURMAN...
[THAT BEAUTIFUL DREAM OF SO LONG AGO]
THE MUSIC...THIS SONG WAS RELEASED AROUND THE LAST TIME I HAD THE DREAM.
http://youtu.be/w-l5FyA3pgo

Across the flowing green grass that waves in the wind there lies a tower jutting into the sunlit sky.
Dappled bricks that look good and strong.
Here we stand at the perimeter in the shadow of the trees looking at each other...joy in our soul.
I am dressed in my knightly robes and you wear a gossamer baby blue dress.
The breeze blows and I see it swirl... such an apparation art thou.
You are the reason that I call women queen and empress as I strum this drop...a modern day bard in a modern world.
All the things that I have seen you have been there as well.
As we run across the field and into the yellow flowers...butterflies and dragonflys flicker in peripheral vision.
Holistic and pure as the beating of a heart in a humans chest...gift of Allah.
A dragon in the sky as we soar to the heavens and reach out to touch the clouds...laugh at their spray.
May these things never end as reality starts to take its toll...Opened eyes and the scream of sirens.
We open the door and stand at the threshold as we kiss...My first kiss in a dream or anywhere and I appreciate the taste of your lips my empress.
For I must leave today and confront this world where the battle rages across the plains of my peoples being.
This tower shall be your home as I visit you from time to time.
So vivid this dream...So vivid this dream.

hamzah faruq

OH MY GOOODDDNESS

[OH MY GOOODDDNESS!!!] A REPOST FROM MY OTHER PAGE

THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/8DOW3n2DLo4

GIRL YOU DONE MADE ME BLOW A FUSE!!! WHERE IS THAT DAMN BREAKER BOX???
COULD SOMEBODY GET A TECH OVER TO THE LEFT CEREBRAL CORTEX OF MY BRAIN AND FIX THIS FOR ME PLEASE.
I LIKE THE WAY THAT THING HANGS IN THE FABRIC OF THAT ONE PIECE BOUT TO MAKE ME TURN LOOSE ALL THESE SOLDIERS IN MY PANTS...HANGING SO PHAT AND JUICY...
LIKE FRUIT.
PUT IT PON I TOUNGE...PUT IT PON I HEAD...PUSH AGAINST THE RESISTENCE...ME A WANT TO COME IN...CUM IN.
SEE IT WHEN YOU BEND OVER AND IT GRIPS THE MEAT OF ME.... MAKING ME WANT TO SPANK THE MOUNDS OF BOOTYLICIOUSNESS THAT LIE SPREAD BENEATH THE VISIONALITY OF I.
GRAB YOUR NIPPLES AS I RIDE THAT ASS...YEEEEE MUTHERFUCKING HAW...A BLACK COWBOY ALL UP IN THE SADDLE...NONE OF THAT BROKEBACK FOR ME.
I HOPE YOU BEEN DOING YOUR KEGLE EXERCISES CAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO NEED THEM WHEN I GET HOLD TO YOU...SOME BUTT NAKED NASTY ASS THANGS IS GONNA HAPPEN...SOME OF THAT SHIT THAT YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS WITH STARS IN YOUR EYES.
A PILLOW IN THE SEAT AT WORK...A HOT SHOWER WHEN YOU GET HOME...BETTA GET SOME REST CAUSE I AM GONNA BEAT THAT PUSSY SORE.
I NEVER WAS ONE TO MINCE MY WORDS...THAT SHIT IS FOR PIMPS AND PLAYAS AND I AINT NEITHER ONE OF THEM.
WHAT I AM IS A NASTY FREAKY BEAST AND YOU DONE MADE ME BLOW A FUSE.
WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THAT BREAKER BOX???


HAMZAH FARUQ

LIFE SPAN 46 YEARS

[LIFE SPAN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...YOU BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MTSxHcs5Kvo

46 years of being misrecognized and stigmatized as these things pass by my third eye.
Allah on a streetcorner in my tormented mind dropping gems and visions of better times.
Would that my fellow man gain visualization and see past the veil of deceit...a wall erected by the beast.
In mens minds.
46 years of fears and tears...46 years of struggle and strife...fighting 3 life sentences took a year of my life...a jail cell in Tallahassee.
Al Quran and revelations of Allah as the days continued to pass by on the outside...A whole year of my babies lives.
As we grew futher and futher apart.
Grow my children...Grow.
46 years of being sold lies of love and pigfoot dreams in bologna commercials ...cause its all ground up...who knows whats up in there?
Born Colored, started school a Negro, was Black for a minute, now African American is the preferred term as these things repeat thenselves
46 years of putting a 360 degree spin on all these partial truths while trying to show and prove... a Maroon in a land that was alluded to by a Moor in ancient times.
We came before Columbus and Plymouth rock and all that bullshit that is taught in institutions of higher learning where lower forms are sought.
A bridge to a galaxy within where the planets revolve in accordance to Allahs laws...souls of dust and water flowing back to the universe.
So many things in 46 years where blood has been seen pooling on city sidewalks as bodies grew cold and hard...where I awoke to hold my dead child in these hands.
Why oh angel why?
46 years of walking in a throng alone as my mind digresses and alludes to other things right before the eye... hidden in plain veiw.
Walls erected in the cellular structure of we.
As eye see.
Eye be.
Walk with me.

LINGERING IN HYPERDRIVE

[LINGERING IN HYPERDRIVE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE...
http://youtu.be/jRLgMsV260Y

I still think of you even when my mind travels in hyperdrive.
The times that I pushed you against the wall and felt of your wetness as it oozed across my questing fingers.
The times that my name became a chant as it fell from your lips and into my ears and I became the vessel of your screaming release.
The swell of your stomach as I plunged into your pouting and swollen flower as your man in the boat stood proud.
I still hunger for you
Reverberations of we still float on the air of man and filter into the being of humanity.
Trembles of we that have the magnitude of aftershocks that undulate in testimony to our union... our eventual seperation as you play across the screen of my waking dreams.
A soft kiss as memories of our force renders me silent...
lost in the love that we once shared
Our copulation was cosmic in its implications as strong seed it produced.
You still linger in the atomics of my dna as I survive.
In the suspended animation of hyperdrive.

hamzahfaruq

RELATIVE VIEWS OF RELATIVISM

[RELATIVE VIEWS OF RELATIVISM] A WORD TOPIC CHOSEN BY RACHEL BENSON. you thought you had me stumped didn't you?
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BREAKDOWN...
http://youtu.be/KBAn9EWf6Zk

Someone asked me of relativism as I went upon my way... pondering the ins and outs of man.
What is relative to he may not be relative to you spiritually as it molds your perception of spirituality.
Guides you as you confront this living situation where we reside.
So many that move as so few.
Children that lie in graves because of theories of relativity as it relates to relativism as the words become twisted and distorted in mens minds... stones falling upon human flesh.
Concepts of inferiority and superiority.
Truths and untruths all mixed and intermingled into the cores of all beliefs as humanity hurls itselfs towards oblivion.
Teetering on the brink of all this relative reality and small views of vast universality where we find ourselves in these times.
Lost knowledge as relativism has extended its tentacles into libraries in Egypt and crypts in Vatican city where mans experience lies buried and destroyed.
In churches as the truth falls by the wayside in the face of evident lies which seem to border on fantastic fantasies... false illusion.
And I am asked of relativism as I stop and contemplate.
Relatively.

hamzahfaruq

THE GAME OF LOVE AND THE LOVE OF THE GAME

[THE GAME OF LOVE AND THE LOVE OF THE GAME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/-LXqKEGjpB0

Why do we play these games as love fails to gain ground on a hardened world.
We were once created to dwell in harmony in a garden long ago where we lost our innocence on a whim.
Underneath the canopy of trees where we held hands in bliss... shaded and secure.
Before death and famine... before being led astray by an arrogant angel formed of fire in the chambers of Allah.
Why do we play these games as the planet is drained and life has become so cheap that the masses are but chattel to be used and abused... food for the fire of the furnace.
As once we sought knowledge of self in the air that we breathed... in the food that we ate... in the water that cleansed our skin.
Looking to the stars for clues to ourselves while forgetting to explore the dimensions contained within.
Why do we play these games as every day becomes a step closer to death where we shall linger in the limbo of realization.
Your beauty has transcended as we have become blended by the horrors of slavery... the lies of segregation and the amazing spectacle of intergration.
Lost spirituality as we have been taught to see the material... while forgetting the fabric of our lives.
The things that humanity was molded of.
All the while we play games with love like children while the situation could never be more serious... the prize never farther away.
In these times, where the game has become love.

hamzahfaruq

THINE EYES

[THINE EYES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS INTERLUDE...
http://youtu.be/GtoXWICX-Mk


THINE EYES ARE LIKE WINDOWS INTO AN UNCERTAIN FUTURE... REFLECTIONS OF WE WEAVED INTO TIMES STREAM.
THY LIPS ARE THE FRUIT THAT SATES MANS THIRST AS HE WANDERS IN THE DESERT OF ROAMING ALONE AS THE BLAZING SUN RENDERS HIM DEHYDRATED AND DELIRIOUS.
WORDS THAT RAIN SO SOFTLY... DOWN...DOWN.
THY SMELL IS THAT OF LIFE ANEW AS SOLACE IS FOUND FROM EPIDERMIC STROKES THAT SHOCK THE SENSES SO EROTICALLY.
IN THE NETHER REGIONS OF THINE SPACE WHERE I KISS AT THY SKIN AND LIE IN THINE TREASURE... SO BOUNTIOUS INDEED.
MINE PRAYERS INCLUDE THEE AS WE RIDE INTO THE SETTING SUN OF ALL THESE LIVES... STROKES RIPPED FROM A PEN IN HONOR OF THINE EXISTENCE.
SWIRLING SENSATIONS THAT DIZZY WE IN REMEMBRANCE'S OF SATED RELEASE.
THINE EYES MY QUEEN...THINE EYES.


hamzahfaruq

MAD DREAM IN HYPERSPACE

[MAD DREAM IN HYPERSPACE]
THE MUSIC...YOU BETTA LISTEN THIS SHIT IS REAL...
http://youtu.be/6dEbQRc9yfo

I WILL CHANGE YOUR REALITY AND SMASH YOUR FANTASY'S AS I SPIT THESE VERBALITYS... SWINGING SWORDS AND SPITTING THESE LINGUISTIC FLAMES OF FYAH THAT PRODUCES THE SMOKE THAT COMES FROM THESE TREES...MAN PLEASE... GET OFF YO KNEES AND STOP BEING TAUGHT DISEASE AS YOU EAT IT UP LIKE SOME PORK BACON BEING SERVED FOR BREAKFAST ON A SLAVE PLANTATION IN YOUR MIND... CHEWING ON A WATERMELON RIND.
SLOBBING ON THAT SHIT AS IT SWIMS IN VINEGAR LIKE A PIECE OF CADAVER... KNOWLEDGE RAPED AND REPROCESSED AS MAN SEEMS TO DIGRESS INTO FADED IMAGES OF FORMER GLORIES.
A FLIP OF A FLIP IN RETROVISION... SOME LINGUISTICALY SPECTACULAR SAMURAI PRECISION... FLASH OF THE BLADE AS IT SEVERS' THE JUGULAR OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT.
A ROCKET SHIP RIDE INTO THE DEPTHS OF YOUR PINEAL... AN INSERTION INTO YOUR MELANINITY... VICERALLY.
A MAGE AS I FADE IN AND OUT OF EXISTENCE IN YOUR PERIFERAL'S... SHADES AND SHADOWS WHERE I REMAIN UNSEEN.
SEEN?

HAMZAHFARUQ

REVEALED

[REVEALED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ODYSSEY... YOU BETTA LISTIN...
http://youtu.be/0OkmYfN-3KE

Girl come on over here and let me see you naked... see you as you stand in front of me all draped in the fabric of your clothes as my mind takes a trip.
 All off into the curves of you as my voice becomes the song and I start to exert this hypnotic flow into the membranes of your brain plane.
Let me see how you look as you raise your arms and take off your shirt as the color of your bra comes into view... take it off slowwwww baby...I want to savor you.
Ahhhhhhh...
What kind of panties are you wearing?
I bet its a thong.
Let me see... damn I love those stretch marks... it shows your ripeness...your fertility in hieroglyphics on your skin.
Damn girl... a rush as your hips and ass come into my field of vision and shatter my reality... as your mons venus pushes at the crotch of your panties.
Let me touch the silkyness of your skin... can I take off this last piece and reveal the beauty of your flower... sniff at its delectable odor.
Girl you look so damn good as you stand naked in front of me... revealed.


hamzahfaruq

WINTER OF MY BEING

[WINTER OF MY BEING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/adcqtUrXCEY

SWEET SOUND OF THE RAIN AS IT GENTLY FALLS AND INVOKES NATURE TO RISE... ARISE.
OLD MAN WINTER HAS COME ON THE HEELS OF YOUR FRONT AND WHISTLES AS HE WALKS... FROST AND CONDENSATION... HIS KISS BECOMES A MOST INVIGORATING CHILL UPON EXPOSED AREAS OF FLESH.
I WONDER WHO PUT THIS MONKEY RIGHT SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTERS TALE?
NIGHTS THAT SEEM TO HOLD ALL AS THE DAYS GROW SHORTER... ALLEGORICAL FREEZING METAPHORS RIPPED FROM THE CRYSTAL CLEAR SKY THAT SPARKLES ON COLD ASS ALLUSIONS THAT LEAK FROM A GRIOTS MIND.
I FEEL YOUR KNOCKS AS THEY VIBRATE THE STRINGS OF MY BARRICADED HEART.
FOR LOST LOVE BLINDED ME AND HAS THROWN ME INTO THE DUNGEON OF WANT.
A PRISONER OF IMAGES OF BAD RELATIONSHIPS AND BROKEN PROMISES AS I WALK AMONG THE TEARS OF ANGELS.
CHAINED TO SAD IMAGES OF FALSE LOVE.
ALL ALONE IN THE WINTER OF LIFE.


hamzahfaruq

FEED ME OH AFRICAN QUEEN

[FEED ME OH AFRICAN QUEEN] MANNA LYRICS
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/YpAvX9nYNU0

Reveal yourself to me in the music of your phrases as they become my water in the desert... my food as I linger in the starvation of mine tormented days.
A sliver of chocolate to savor.
Sway in my dimensional haze and free my soul from these painful pains of the labor of these words.
Rotating and revolving in your womanly splendor... such a lovely testament to the power of the lord of the worlds.
Be the muse that scents the breeze that I inhale as I contemplate the arrangement of these alphabetic expressions...
Creations born of you on a day in these first days of this new century where we find ourselves.
I am in awe of the beauty of African queens in 20-11 as I live this gift...
Untethered.


hamzahfaruq

ODE TO THE BLACK QUEEN

[ODE TO THE BLACK QUEEN IN MEMORIES WINDOW]
THE MUSIC....
http://youtu.be/P3qGzKW7Yik

THE CURVES OF YOU AWAKEN MEMORIES IMPRESSED IN AN ANCESTOR AS HE WATCHED A NUBIAN NYMPH DANCE IN THE LIGHT OF A TRIBAL FIRE.
BREASTS GLEAMING WITH SWEAT AS THE BEAT POSSESSED HER AND POUNDED IN HIS TEMPLES.
THE MUSCLES OF HER THIGHS THAT QUIVERED AS SHE BECAME ONE WITH THE WIND AND THE RAIN... THE SUN AND THE MOON... THE LIONESS IN HER PRIDE.
SHE AND YOU IN THE MELANIN THAT LINKS WE TO THE STARS AS THEY SING A PRIMAL SONG
THE BLOSSOMS OF YOUR LOTUS AS THEY OPEN IN INVITATION TO THE HARDNESS OF MY SPEAR WITH WHICH I TRY TO PIERCE YOUR HEART AND SOUL... THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SATIN SHEATH.
A SIGH AS I RUB AT THE MOUNDS OF YOUR WOMANLY ATTRIBUTES AND REMEMBER TIMES LONG GONE... WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN IF CONQUERERS HAD STAYED THEIR SAVAGE HANDS.
LOOKING AT THE PLAINS AND FORESTS OF YOU AS ALL THESE THINGS HAVE COME TO PASS.
I AND AN ANCESTOR LOST IN THE CURVES OF YOU


HAMZAHFARUQ

I AM SO THEREFORE WE ARE

[I AM SO THEREFORE WE ARE] A METAPHYSICAL ROMP
http://youtu.be/F5WAPVR6nVo


Decending notes as the pain fades away into the place where dreams go to die in the darkness of a mans psyche.
A flight on a silver string that connects my pineal to the me.
Explosions of light as doors are opened and enslaved ideas spring free.
Visions of Isis and Osirus... Alpha and Omega... prototypical energy as it courses in the cells that make up a mans struture.
A day spent suspended in galaxies where red suns shine, where others dwell interdimesionally.
Seraphim and images of heavens gates floating on the ether of knowing.
Walls that fall away into the space of time being where there is no beginning and no end.
Shells that we leave behind as souls escape into infinite continuums and linger in limbo.
Planes where we exist on higher levels and war takes on new meaning.
As the notes of the piano enter us into a meditative state of being.

hamzahfaruq

WHY WE LAUGH

[WHY WE LAUGH] A TOPIC INSPRIRED BY FLOWER RAE SHEARER
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... please listen to it while you read
http://youtu.be/35oxf3mXSL8

Even in the ghetto people laugh.
As a matter of fact they laugh louder.
They laugh to forget the bills and the chills of living in poverty among the paths and alleyways of the urban jungle.
They laugh in the shadows of liquer stores and check cashing joints.
As the police cars pull up and the crooked ass police get out and call em by their first names like that shit is cool.
Laughing as the teaparty spits racism all in Amerikkkas name.
Red, white and blue contusions and illusions in a 40oz malt liquer world.
Swisher kings and white cats that contain that quiet piece of loud.
Swirls of smoke that dissipate in the wind like dreams of being famous with a mic in hand.
While laughter rings among the bricks and the concrete... the playgrounds where children play and grow into adults.
In schoolrooms where false stories of mans origins are told to young listeners.
Laughter they say is the best medicine so my ancestors must have been medicine men and women as their laughter carried them through slavery and segregation.
As bodies with stretched necks hang from southern trees in full veiw.
Strange as it may seem...
Even in the ghetto people laugh.


hamzahfaruq

ATOM ADAM SPLITTER

{ADAM ATOM SPLITTER}
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/mHsBs24USvs

A METAPHYSICAL QUANDRY AS WE TRAVEL TOGETHER SPATIALLY ON OTHER MENS IDEALS AND MENTALITIES... AS THE GALAXY EXPANDS AND WE REMAIN THE SAME.
ROOTED IN WAR AND ALL THAT IT ENTAILS AS WE RUSH TOWARDS REVELATIONS OF REVELATIONS AND THE DAY OF JUDGMENT LOOMS WITHIN VIEW.
ALL THIS BEAUTY AND SOMEHOW WE DESTROY IT WHILE PROFESSING A LOVE OF OURSELVES AND A KNOWLEDGE OF ALLAH.
AS THE LIGHT OF DAY WASHES ACROSS LAND AFTER LAND WHERE PEOPLE STILL LIVE IN THE PAIN OF LIVING...THE JOY OF LIVING.
TRAPPED IN THE THROES OF BEING BORN...TIME AND TIME AGAIN.
WATER THE ELEMENT AS IT FLOWS IN THE SEA...AS IT FLOWS IN MAN.
CARBON AND WATER THAT FORMED INTELLIGENT OR SO IT WOULD BE SPECULATED INTELLIGENTLY...
AS FROM THE LAND OF AFRICA WE AROSE AND STOOD VERTICALLY.
A STEP ABOVE THE BEASTS THAT KILL ONLY TO EAT... TO SURVIVE... TO BE.
IN OBEISANCE TO THE WILL OF ALLAH ONLY.
PRAYERS IN CHURCHES AND MASJIDS, TEMPLES AND SYNAGOGUES AS WE KILL IN OUR WILL.
CONTRARY TO ALL THAT WE HUMANS BELIEVE.


HAMZAHFARUQ

DAMN BLACK HISTORY MONTH

DAMN BLACK HISTORY MONTH. [A YOU DONE LOST YO DAMN MIND WRITE]
THIS IS A REPOST FROM DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR>
THE MUSIC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsGwvpMIxTU

 Get mad at me or whatever but I have to post this. I am sick of Kwanza and any other so called holiday that black people in America use to offset or appease some need to feel included in this society. Black history month...what the hell is that? Why in the hell is black history relegated to one month in school? Are we so stupid that we think that our children will be taught anything about our real history during this time? In many instances that seems to be the case as we see organizations such as the NAACP take over the marches and speak of peace against a system that has used only violence against us, cause prison is violence, in my neighborhood the police are violence, even the government is violence when it comes to us.
I am tired of going to Martin Luther King rallies where Black sororities and Fraternities fight to march up front professing Greek affiliations from knowledge that was stolen from Egypt, A bunch of college educated dummies who study what they are told in order to further feed tricknowledge into the black community. I am tired of seeing sisters at these marches talking about Africa while wearing blue and green contacts and permed hair.
Why is Denmark Vassey ignored? Malcolm X? Marcus Garvey?
To us these people should hold the same status as George Washington and Andrew Jackson do to white society. They were revolutionaries. Wake up black people why are there two definitions for this word? One for whites and one for blacks. Why are we expected to be passive in the face of all this?
I will tell you why and I hope that you are ready to hear this.
Number one you are still slaves...mentally dependent upon the same people who victimized our ancestors and continue to victimize us and our seed.
Number two it is because we do not fully embrace our roots because of the above mentioned mentality. Wearing kente cloth does not make you African. I am African because that is who my ancestors were.
Sorry I had to piss in your coffee this morning but if I see you at the rally this year with that bullshit I am going to call you out.
ARE YOU HAPPY IN HIS HOUSE NIGGA, NICCAS,NIGGAZ...OR WHATEVER YOUR DUMB ASS IS CALLING YOURSELF THIS YEAR? AND THIS INCLUDES YOU AFRICAN AMERICANS AS WELL.
This is HAMZAH FARUQ saying "Unplug yourself from this machine." PEACE!!!

hamzahfaruq

you sought

betray

THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIP...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBnR28_uSHI

 

YOU SOUGHT TO BETRAY ME WHILE FORGETTING THAT I HAVE DWELLED IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL WHERE THE DEMONS WERE THE FRIENDS THAT WALKED BY MY SIDE.

BLOOD ON MY HANDS THAT CANNOT BE WASHED AWAY, CRIMSON STAINS THAT TURN BROWN WITH AGE.

 

SOLACE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOUR LIFE NOW RESTS ON MY WHIM,WHIMPERS AS YOU STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ROPES THAT BIND THEE.

I DRINK OF THE FLUID OF YOUR FEAR, I GROW YOUNGER FROM THE TASTE OF LIFE AS IT DRAINS FROM YOUR SOUL.

I AM A SOUL DESTROYER AND A SPIRIT CRUSHER, DO NOT FORGET THAT IT WAS I WHOM YOU TRYED TO DECEIVE.

SEE ME IN THE CORNERS OF YOUR ROOM ON DARK NIGHTS AS THE SHADOWS GROW LONG FOR THEY ARE MY HOME.

I HAVE THE ABILITY TO TURN FROM A MAN TO A BEAST, WHILE ON THE SURFACE I AM AS CALM AS A LAKE ON A CALM DAY IN THE MOUNTAIN GLADE.

SERIAL KILLERS AND MURDEROUS VILLAINS TREMBLE IN FEAR AT MY PASSING FOR I AM THE TRUE EPITOME OF JUSTICE.

YOUR MISJUDGMENT OF I HAS NOW CAUSED YOU TO BECOME FOOD FOR MY SURVIVAL AS THE LIDS OF YOUR EYES CLOSE FOR THE LAST TIME.

hamzahfaruq

[YO COTTON CANDY] A BEAST MODE WRITE

[YO COTTON CANDY] A BEAST MODE WRITE
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/WZYk-qaIph8

I SEE YOU ALL SWIRLED ON MY TONGUE LIKE SOME SOFT PINK COTTON CANDY AS THE SWEETNESS OF YOU FLOODS MY TASTE RECEPTORS AND SENDS ME INTO SUGAR SHOCK.
AS I LICK AND PROBE ON MY WAY TO FINDING OUT HOW MANY IT TAKES TO REACH YOUR CENTER.
A ONE...
 A TWOOO...
 A THREEEEE...
A MOST INTRIGUING QUESTION THAT BEGS TO BE ANSWERED BY MY DIRTY MIND.
AS I LOOK AT YO COTTON CANDY.
POUTING SO PINK.

HAMZAHFARUQ

[JUICY]

[JUICY] THIS IS DEDICATED TO TRACY ATKINS AND SHE BETTER LISTEN TO THE MUSIC
THE MUSIC. YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS.
http://youtu.be/7jGbQf35H5Y

You make me wonder how juicy you really are.
If I squeezed you the right way would you dribble off my chin and into the hairs of my chest?
Would you wrap your legs around me and pull me into the juicy of you as it thumps and flutters on my hardened phallus.
As we mate like the alpha and omega... the yin and the yang... cosmic alignments as I plunge into your core and stroke your heart.
I would love for the juicy of you to become sticky in the hairs of my beard as you squirm under the strokes of my tongue.
The thickness of my manhood.
I want to fuck you... I want to fuck you up... fuck you down.
You have lodged in the particles that make up the essential me.. a virtual part of my individuality.
The juicy of you looks so sweet as you sit with legs open and seem to call to me with your other lips that glisten in the light.
Hanging like fruit from an abundent tree, the roots of your hairs that sprout like spiraling trees.
Cover the entrance of your cave of delights.
Sit on me as I talk into your ears... grind it in deep.
Woman you make me wonder how juicy you really are as I pause...
And take a look at you.

HAMZAHFARUQ

[SWEET SWEAT]

[SWEET SWEAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/SxVNOnPyvIU

 YOU MAKE ME THINK OF SWEAT...
ALL GLISTENING AND SLIPPERY AS WE MAKE LOVE...WRAPPED UP IN THE BEAUTY OF YOU...CLEOPATRA OF MINE IN MODERN TIMES.
THE WAY YOU WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND MY BACK AND DIG YOUR FINGERNAILS INTO MY ASS...THE WAY YOU THROW THEM IN THE AIR AND LET ME BEAT DOWN...THE WAY YOU SPREAD THEM AND LET ME SEE YOUR SECRETS.
I SEE YOUR LIPS AND I THINK OF ORAL STIMULATION...FELLATIO ON THE SIDE OF THE CAR AS I SATISFY MY NEEDS...YOUR NEEDS.
TOUCHING THE BACK OF YOUR THROAT...THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB...HOT SEED THAT FLOWS INTO THE WELL OF YOUR FERTILITY.
LET ME COME INTO YOUR WORLD...LET ME CUM IN YOUR WORLD?
AHH TO LICK AT THE NIPPLES THAT RISE SO ERECT ON YOUR BREASTS...TASTE OF THE MILK OF LIFE THAT FLOWS ACROSS MY PALETE.
COME AND SIT ON MY STICK...SHIFT MY GEARS... HI AND LOW IN A 5 SPEED TRANSMISSION OF GOOD SEX.
DID YOU GET THAT?
BEND YOU OVER AND SPANK IT...MY BEAST HAS GOT CONTROL OF MY MIND...A BLAST OF RAW SEXUAL NEED.
ERUPTING AND COVERING ALL IN LIQUIDITY...
PHAT ASS CHOCOLATE VISIONS ON BIG SCREEN IN MY PSYCHE...
YOU MAKE ME THINK OF SWEAT.

HAMZAHFARUQ

[GUERILLA LOVE LYRICS]

[GUERILLA LOVE LYRICS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE... BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/ojP8397UiH4

Woman you gone see me when I enter the room...when I enter your womb.
A fuckin tsunami as I blast across the hemispheres of your ass.
A flipped out guerilla as I pounds at your shores.
Bringing brand new metaphores as I flips you inside out and strokes the inside of your skin.
From sea to shining see.
Me?
A crazy guerilla as I pumps at the depths of your punani from front to back... sideways and outdoors.
Just plain damn wild.
Tongue so rough as I lick at the fountain of your ambrosia...drink so deep.
You are my release in a cold hard world... a hard situation indeed as I drive you to your knees.
Make you quake as orgasms escape from your very soul.
Flickering cross your synapses as it happens again and again in spectral views of spectrums.
Your punani belongeth to me.
Woman you gone see me when I enter the room...

HAMZAHFARUQ

[POETS LAMENT] A THERESSE BYNUM AND HAMZAH FARUQ COLLAB THE MUSIC...

[POETS LAMENT] A THERESSE BYNUM AND HAMZAH FARUQ COLLAB
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/rRzWGIhwWAI

H
Poets scribble emotionally as the tides of humanity ebb and flow.
Standing under street lights and in hallways as bulbs flicker.
Poets stand on stages and carry the rage of nations... carress love on a mic.
Poets abuse the alphabet in expressions of freedom from societies consraints.
Poets are misunderstood, mistreated, and just plain damn disrespected.
Poets cry too.

 T
Poets snap nerves like peas
Bend wills like knees
Reawaken the nations
Free the week from suffocation
Take shit like port-a-potty
Then cut it short like starch
Poets are like leeches
seeping into you skin
Drawing out sin
Bleeding the infermity
...Till no more
Poets save lives

H
Poets sit in prisons and eat starvation diets.
Poets whisper words to babies born on cold days.
Wind of freezing air and frozen water molecules.
Poets led marches on Washington and whole nations to war.
Poets scribe from ill advised ways of life.
Poets die in solitude...the interlude.
Poets cry too.

HAMZAHFARUQ AND THERESSE BYNUM

[TYPE A]

[TYPE A]
the music for this one...please listen
http://youtu.be/PXPN2dbgu5g

MEN IN ANCIENT TIMES MARVELED OVER YOUR BEAUTY AS YOU WALKED IN QUEENLY SPLENDOR.
A SLICE OF DIVINITY DRAPPED IN VARIED TONES OF MELANINITY.
FROM SHADES OF BLACK TO CHOCOLATE DRIBBLES OF SWEET DREAMS OF LAYING IN YOUR ENCOMPASSING ARMS.
CARAMEL AND PECAN TAN... MOCHA LATTE AND OCTAROON.
AS YOU REMIND MEN IN MODERN TIMES WHAT THE DEFINITION OF REGALITY IS.
IN THE WAY THAT YOUR LIPS POUT SO FULL... YOUR POSTERIOR JUTS SO ROUND.
SO MANY VARIATIONS THAT IT BOGGLES MANS MERE MIND.
OH YOU AFRICAN EMPRESS... OH YOU.
A SONG THAT WAFTS ON THE BREEZES OF A SPECULATIVE PIECE OF POETRY.
WE FIND OURSELVES STILL MARVELING OVER THE BEAUTY OF YOUR NUBIANITY.
AS YOU WALK IN YOUR QUEENLY SPLENDOR.


hamzahfaruq

SOUL SEARCHING

[SOUL SEARCHING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS STORY...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5790312FD1597C58

b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi
Everyday the man would awake and make salat, after that he would go to his room and collect the things that he needed and leave the room.He was always careful not to make to much noise because his cellmate slept late every day.
He liked the morning because it was quiet and because he could watch the news before all the other inmates got up and began to make noise. There were not many muslim inmates and he did not like to fool with the christian inmates that much.
So many of them engaged in frivolous activity...gambling and talking bout dumb shit that he steered clear of them.
The guards pretty much left him alone because he kept the other muslim inmates in line and because he had filed so many lawsuits that he pretty much got what he wanted within reason. There were some guards who were mostly christian ministers and deacons who tried to make his life hard but he expected that.
Classic house nigger shit.
As he sat at the table and began to study the case that the state had against him he woud look up from time to time to check his surroundings. He had been having problems with the christians lately...the chaplain at the jail was putting negative propaganda into the population about muslims and it was causing problems.
When he was younger he had learned a lot about war and the strategies of war and he overstood the need to have allies in every camp and some of the christian inmates were not proud of what the chaplain was doing and would show him the pamplets that they received that said that muslims worshipped the sun...moon gods and satan.
In response to these lies he had started a muslim, christian dialouge and it seemed to be working in some aspects yet there were still christian inmates who were not swayed and would try to attack him so he had to be careful.
After awhile another muslim inmate came out of his room and they began to build together...you know... teach each other more knowledge, study.
He had been elected iman and he took this duty very seriously. These men would base their spirituality in the way that he taught them and he was careful to never let his personal feelings come into the way that he dropped islam on them.
His teaching of the deen.
As he and his akhi [brother] were studying he noticed a young brother sitting at a table with a bible. The brother had come in a few days ago and was always the first one in the room where they held church and he was always the last to leave.
After awhile he kind of forgot about the brother until he looked up and saw him walking towards him and he closed his quran and stood up to meet him...to face whatever this brother was about to say.
Nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
As the brother came closer he noticed that his eyes were red as if he had been crying and what happened next really shook him.
The brother began to cry and his sobs tore through his body as he asked if he could have a minute of the mans time.
He said yes and sat down as the brother began to speak through his tears and he started to tell his tale.
The young brother was a singer and he had been in the church all his life, yet he had always felt that there was something missing and he wanted to know more about islam.
As he began to talk the brother seemed to calm down and a couple of times he stopped the man to ask questions...to say that it felt as if things were beginning to click into place.
After they had talked for awhile more inmates began to come out of there rooms and a few of them went and got the brother who was the jailhouse preacher out of his room and stood in the corner talking.
After a moment of this the brother who was the preacher walked over to the table where the muslims were and they stood up to meet them. The peacher walked over and began to ask the young man what he was doing? why was he talking to these people?
The young brother told them that he was searching and the preacher told him that the only place that he needed to search was the bible...to ask god and god would show him.
The young brother said that he had done this his whole life and that he still felt incomplete and that he was just trying to learn.
The preacher told him that all he would gain from the muslims was hell and the brother told him that all he saw every day was christians who gambled and kept up mess all the time and that the muslims were always studying and stayed away from all the bullshit that was happening in the wing.
The preacher turned and walked away in anger.
The young brother then said that he wanted to be a muslim and the man told him that there were things that he had to do first.
He told the brother to keep coming to the table and that they would give him the keys. The brother continued to come by and learn and after about a week he was givin his kalima shahada.
The first time the he called the adhan every muslim in the ummat cried it was so beautiful.



ARABIC WORDS...
b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīmi  "In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful"
SALAT...PRAYER
ADHAN...CALL TO PRAYER
DEEN...FAITH
UMMAT...COMMUNITY
KALIMA SHAHADA...DECLARATION OF FAITH.

hamzah faruq

ELECTRONIC LOVE

[electronic love]
THE MUSIC. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUNDTRACK..
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0B9D5BCBDFFDB9A8

I am home on leave and one of my boys is sitting in my living room telling me about some girls he met.
I am half listening cause he is known to lie from time to time and I don't want to be sucked into one of his wild ass tales right now.
"Man I got one you would like bro. she has a big ol ass and all."
Okay now he has my full attention.
I say "man why you lyin and shit."
"Man I aint lyin"  he says as I pass him the blunt and he takes a toke and coughs.
After he is done coughing he passes it back to me and says "man let me use the damn phone?"
He dials and I say to myself "this nigga probably is calling a number he knows aint no damn good" and I sit back and use the pencil in my hand to put some finishing touches on the graffitti that I have been working on.
I look over and I see that he is still holding an imaginary ass conversation on the phone or so I think until I hear the laughter of a woman.
He starts to tell her about me and I sit foward cause I want him to get this shit right.
I hear him say "here he is right here" and he hands me the phone.
I take it from his hands with a little trepidation cause he is also known to like some skanky ass women too and I do not need that on my resume.
I place it to my ear and I say "Hello?"
There is a pause and I hear someone say hello back to me and we begin to talk.
I mean its kind of weird because I have never seen her but we talk for hours and I do not even really notice when he leaves...when my family comes home.
She tells me that she is 17 and that her birthday is next week and that she is throwing a party at the Sheraton and asks me if I would like to come. I say yes and we talk a little while longer before we hang up and  go to help my mom in the kitchen. I have always liked to cook and my mom likes my food as well as I like hers.
We talk every night and we begin to grow close over the phone and every night I wonder what she looks like as I am sure she wonders what I look like as well.
Her party is going to be on New Years Eve and I buy a brand new outfit in anticipation.
Every day I hang out with my boys and smoke and drink. Idont know it yet but this will be my last time seeing a couple of them as they become casualties of the streets.
And I am in the army...wow what a juxtaposition!
The night of her party I call a cab and I arrive at the Sheraton thinking of an escape if she is ugly or whatever.Hey what can I say?
I catch the elevator to the floor she is on and as the doors slide open I hear music and see people standing around. I walk through the crowd and enter the suite where they are throwing the party. No one notices me so I just kind of stand around until a beautiful girl pushes a drink in my hand and dissapears ack into the crowd.
I take a sip of the drink and smile.
It is just like i like it strong and firm and I lean back against the wall and start listening to voices trying to pick her out.
A group of girls enter the room and I hear her but I cant see her as well as I want to because they surround her.
I move closer and it seems as if they all move at the same time and I see her.
Wow!
She is beautiful and yes indeed she does have a most magnificent ass.
Wow!
I move to her and whisper in her ear and she leans back into me.
"I knew that you would come."
"Would'nt miss it or you for the world." I say as she takes my hand and introduces me to the beautiful girl who handed me my drink.
Turns out this is her sister and the other girls are all classmates and friends.
We all stand around and talk for awhile before I make the acquaintance of her cousin and his frien and we discover that we share a common love of the bud and we dip out to burn a couple.
I return to the party after we finish and she says "I thought maybe you did'nt like me or something."
I assure her that is certainly not the case and she says to me "I want to go somewhere alone with you."
I take her hand and we walk out of the party and go to the next floor down where it is a little quieter and we start to make out in the hall.
What the hell it is New Years Eve.
I rub her ample breasts through her blouse and we kiss and become hotter and hotter.
I push her back and we look at each other for a minute before I take her hand and lead her to the service elevator room and I push her against the wall and thrust my hand into her pants and she moans so deeply that it makes my dick even harder.
I start to take her pants off and she tries to stop me...to say someone might catch us. I tell her thats what makes it better and we fall to the floor as I push her legs as far back as they will go and beat into her pussy as she throws her pussy back at me.
We fuck like this until we both cum and I kiss her deeply before I get up and hand her  one of the clean towels that lies folded on the maids stand.
She stands up and I ask her if she wants to see something. She says yes and we ride the elevator to the top floor of the Sheraton and look at the city as it lies beneath us and talk of our young futures.
I do not want to share her with anyone so when we leave the top floor I ask her if she would like to go for a walk with me and she says yes, so we walk out into the Florida winter night and even though all I wear is a long sleeved shirt and pants and  she wears a sweater and jeans we are warm.
I decide to take her in the direction that I grew up in and we walk, talk, hold hands as we look at the lights and admire the night and each other.
Every once in awhile we pause to kiss and I feel my nature rising again right before she says Iwish we had somewhere to go.
I look around as we walk and I notice a house that is empty. We are in a historic district so the house around us have ample yards and  plenty of foliage and I take her hand and we move up the walk of the empty house and I tell her to sit on the front poarch as I check the windows and doors and they all are locked.
Yet I grew up in the ghetto and one of the things that I was good at was getting in locked doors and windows.
I plead the fifth.
I get in and make my way to the front door and let her in and we sit on the floor and talk for awhile before I strip her naked and do something that I have been wanting to do since I saw that big ol booty earlier.
I turn her around and guide my dick into her doggystyle and she pushes back against me as I fuck her and spank her ass.
She comes so fast that it surprises me but I am not finished yet and I fuck her until she begs me to cum in her...to fill her up and I do.
We talk and fuck for the rest of the night and when I take her back to the room everyone is already asleep.
We kiss and I promise to call her tat night and when I do we talk until the next morning.
We see each other a few more times before I leave and when I am home I always make sure to call her and our relationship continues for many years.
She always will be my first electronic lover.

THE LAW OF THE LAND

[LAW OF THE LAND]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LESSON IN NIGGAOLOGY 101...YO ASS BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/1Dc-v0BeLhE

Where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change...a whole lotta body work, some fresh paint.
All tricked out and clean and sittin on chrome like a donk at a southern car show, as meanwhile women in little bitty clothes stand around showing it off.
Yet I see through the glitz and glamor, the futile attempts to cover up, the bullshit as it is spread.
See I got more power than an electric chair in a little bitty concrete room as the guard prepares to throw the switch, lyrics that will lace you up with more rounds than a bitch ass snitch
I am the seed of free men and former slaves, sharecroppers and service men, bones and dust are the testaments to their lives.
Marble and stone ranks in a cemetary where tears fall to hot hard ground as a boy became a man, trying to put it all in place.
Milk from breasts and bottles that nourishes a babies soft body as a man tries to figure out how to make it work out as life beats down.
A nigga has been told that he aint shit by the system, told that he aint shit by the queens that he is supposed to protect, so hard to rise when you just a nigga that aint shit.
Soundbites in an urban nightmare where the enemy is you, everytime you turn on the evening news, they spittin the new nigga blues.
In this the land of free, home of the brave, where the words African American still seperate and stigmatize a whole race.
Cause where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change.

INDEPENDENCE DAY. [FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.] A SHORT STORY

INDEPENDENCE DAY. [FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST.] A SHORT STORY

THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS STORY...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL028611AF6DD8F7EC



This picture has inspired about 4 writes from me. This is the latest...



I hear my wife cry out as I sit on the porch looking into the night sky. The stars that flicker, the full moon that shines so bright.
I hear the bedsprings as they creak and moan. The voices as they whisper. I stand to go inside and then I remember that I cant.
I look at the houses that line the road and I see Tom as he pulls aside the flimsy rags that serve as the curtains of his house, he looks my way and I sit down and try to become one with the shadows...the night.
I wonder why things got to be this way? Why I gotta sit out here on this cold porch wrapped in sadness and all alone? Why do things have to be so unfair?
I was new to this place when I first met Ruth, she was without a doubt the prettiest woman that I had ever seen, all brown and beautiful and dressed in a calico dress. I was coming in from work and covered in dust and wearing a pair of torn pants and nothing else. My feet were bare and I stopped dead in my tracks as she passed me by and walked up to a house on the dirt road and went up the stairs and inside.
I stood there barechested and dirty as more women came down the road and went into the same house.
I saw a man as he came around the side of the house with his head bowed and he sat on the steps of the house and placed his face in his hands and I saw his shoulders shaking as he cried.
I wondered what could be happening inside the house that would make him so sad. I did'nt go anywhere near him, I simply found a tree and and sat against it. More men came and they sat on the steps with him. Some of them lit their pipes and stood around and talked, tried to console him.
After about an hour I heard a lot of noise coming from inside the house and I heard the sharp cries of a baby.
One of the women came out of the house and took the mans hand and led him inside. There was a great cry and I saw the other men rush in and they brought the man out kicking and screaming as Ruth walked out and watched them take him away.
Over the next few days I learned that the man that I saw crying at that house was married to the woman inside and that the white man who owned the plantation was having sex with his wife. The baby that had been born that night was the white mans child and that the boy looked just like him.The white man.
I also started to pay a whole lot of attention to Ruth and learned that she worked in the big plantation house as a maid to his wife. Ruth went to church at the plantation church on sundays and she sang in the choir.
I made it my business to go to church every sunday after that and pretty soon Ruth was paying attention to me. We were married a year later and needless to say I love her with all my heart.
Today I found out that the man who owns this plantation and in a way our lives had told my wife that he was coming to our house tonight and that I should find somewhere to be until he came and left. I thought about it all day before I finally realised that there was nothing that I could really do.
This thing had been happening so long...would continue to happen.
I would have prayed but I would be praying to his god... a white god.
What could he do for me?
Even the black preacher told us that we were cursed. Meant to serve the white people.
I look into the expanse of sky, the stars above my head and reach out for strength and I see one of them glow for a minute so bright that I think I must be seeing things.
I hear things moving around inside and I know that they are finished.
I stand and the door opens and there he is. He looks at me as if I am nothing and starts to place his hat on his head.
I reach into my pants and I pull the knife out and plunge it into the softness of his stomach and push it up into his heart. I have butchered plenty of animals before.
He screams out in pain and falls to the floor and I see lights as doors are opened and people pour out of their houses to see what is happening.
One of them is the so called police of the negroes and he and two more black men grab me and throw me to the ground and hold me down.
I do not struggle.
What will be, will be.
Ruth runs out of the house and looks at the body of the dead white man and at me as I lie on the ground with them holding me down and she she falls to the ground beside me and takes my hand in hers and asks me to forgive her over and over with tears in her eyes.
I want to tell her that I do not hate her, That I will love her till I die and even after that.
I hear the big plantation house come alive and it is not long before I see the white mans brother and his teenaged son appear and look at the body of their brother and father. He turns around and the rage that is on his face is so strong that it can be felt and I feel the black men kind of let go of me a little bit in their fear. He tells the black men to stand me up and they do.
He pulls a revolver from his waistband and shoots me in the knee right before he hits me with the hot pistol in my face and shatters my nose.
"What the fuck is wrong with you nigger!!!" He screams as he continues to beat me with the gun and some of my teeth shatter.
As I spit them out I hear him ask for a chopping knife and one of the slave runs to the side of the house and grabs a machete from the hook on the porch where it is located hanging by a leather strap.
I hear as he give orders to a black man to go and get a horse and hook it to a wagon and he hightails it to the barn as the white mans wife comes down the road and falls next to his body on the ground and she began to wail.
The machete is handed to the white mans brother and he calls the teenaged boy and hands him the machete and tells him to chop off the hand that killed his father.
The boy stands there and looks and for an instant I start to think that he may not have the heart to do this thing as the uncle and two black men hold me down.
It is then that I see the white boys face change and I know that he will. He chops swiftly and my right hand is gone.
It is the wrong hand.
I scream and Ruth screams with me...In me.
The black men are told to put me on the back of the wagon that arrives and a  rope is produced and placed around my neck.
I am stood up and I see the young black child that was born on the day that I first saw Ruth,his hair grows in a sort of blond halo around his head. I also see Ruth crying and being supported by some of the black women and then I see something that is totally out of place. I see the blackest man that I have ever seen. He is so strong that I can feel the power that he emanates and it calms me and gives me strength. He is wearing the skin of a golden animal and its head rests on his shoulder, it has large teeth and it and the man seem to glow.
The rope is thrown over the limb of a tree and I hear someone yell at the horses as the black man reaches out his hands towards me and I hear his voice in a language that I have never heard but I seem to understand as he says "you are free." As the rope breaks my kneck and my spirit leaves my body.

HMZAH FARUQ