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