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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

LAKE MEDITATION




[LAKE MEDITATION] When I was a boy me and my dad used to fish a lot and my dad always took something from the water. I guess he passed it on to me. This is the boat ramp where we used to fish and launch boats when we fished on the lake. the lakes name is LAKE IOMONIA and its in Tallahassee. I have seen gators of enormous proportions, big ass moccasins and all kinds of stuff in the water here. In a way that makes this poem a dedication to my dad.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIPT...
http://youtu.be/viscyKzLWDA

A lone lily which floats so prettily on the gently lapping waves of a placid lake, where a man sits on the shore and stares into nothingness.
The dragonflies flit in and out and hang in motion, seemingly suspended as crickets play their fiddles in a droning tale of lust.
The problems of the world seem to fade away on the beams of Allahs light... in this the cathedral of natures blessings.
Where there is no talking allowed... where meditation seems to extend a welcoming hand.
"Come into the fold."
In the background the trees on the other bank cast their shadows on the water as the sun kisses their leaves.
Birds sing and dance... frogs play trumpets of accompaniment... such a splended symphony.
A glint of silver as a fish breaks the waves and takes momentary flight... an insect loses his life.
A day in heaven as the cork dips beneath the waves and the ancient struggle continues between fish and man, between man and survival.
At waters edge... where tranquility is sought... chambers of overstanding as the day transpires.

hamzahfaruq

Tuesday, January 17, 2012



LYRICAL GUERILLA MANIFEST



[LYRICAL GUERILLA MANIFEST]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DROP... PURE FYAH RIDDIM...
http://youtu.be/vzC2V1jjfys

A POETRY ROCKA AS I DROPPA DOT A DIS YERE INK...
LYRICS THAT WILL PAINT PICTURES ALL OVER THE SKIN OF YOUR NAKED MIND.
A FLIPPA DIS YERE TERMINOLOGY AS I TRIPS AND DIPS.
ERUPTING IN RED, BLACK, GREEN AND GOLD EXPLOSIONS ON THIS YERE WHITE PAGE.
ROOTS TWISTED AND KNARLY ALL ROUND DIS HEART.
LYRICS FALL AT MY FEET AND BOW IN ADMIRATION IN THIS BABYLONIAN NATION.
WHERE I RIPS SHREDS IN DIS YERE SCRIPT AND TAKE MENTALITIES ON TRIPS.
A LINGUISTIC GUERILLA AS I SPIN AND WEAVE... BOB AND DUCK.
A POETIC MIND FUCK OF VERBAL TRIBULATION AND STRAIGHT EDUCATION.
A METEOR WHICH ROCKETS THROUGH SPACE TO ENTER YOUR ATMOSPHERE SECONDS BEFORE STREAKING TOWARDS YOUR SURFACE... MOMENTS BEFORE I ROCK YOUR CORE.
A BLAST OF ME WHICH SWEEPS THE PLANET CLEAN... REBIRTHED POETICALLY.

AS WE LIVE AND BREATHE



[AS WE LIVE AND BREATHE] THE MIGHTY BEAST
DEDICATED TO CICLEY BINFORD THE ALL DAT MODEL OF THE DAY.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE...YOU BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/u0EM5Q3tbDo


I see you in those zebra stripes and my mind goes predatory.
Some of that lion on the prowl shit.
Pure king of the jungle notty to the core.
I smell you on the wind and I am fixated.
Stuck on your odor.
I crouch and stare... a piece of art in motion.
Thee and me moving to a primitive beat.
The prey and the beast.
A quick chase and you lie beneath... your breath comes fast and sweet.
I throw back your legs and lick at the raw of your pink... the meeting of your thighs.
Sighs of relief as we release hormones and pheromones.
Such a satisfying meal as I feast at the bounty of your abundance.
A moment before I release a mighty roar and drive into your soft flesh.
So beautiful and brown as you lay on the ground.
Who is the prey???
Who the beast???
As we live... as we cohabitate.

HAMZAHFARUQ

Thursday, January 12, 2012

SCRIBBLE AWAY



[SCRIBBLE AWAY] A SHORT COLLAB FEATURING Angela Williams.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS COLLAB... SOME FYAH
http://youtu.be/OluCGoF90to

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CAN I WRITE AWAY YOUR SHY?
I MEAN IT. 
CAN I WRITE AWAY THE CLOTH THAT COVERS YOUR SKIN AS IT FALLS TO A CRUMPLED HEAP AT YOUR FEET? 
AS YOU RAISE YOUR EYES AND CAUSE ELECTRICITY TO CRACKLE ACROSS CONNECTORS IN MY CONCEPTUALIZATION... LOST IN A WHOLE WORLD OF YOU. 
CAN I WRITE AWAY YOUR SHY?

A
 you may write away the cloth that covers my skin.
however, there is nothing shy about my covering.
write away my fear and cover me with strength.
use your prose to strip me of my frustration and clothe me in satisfaction.
let your ink cover me in love and adoration.
write away my coverture


HAMZAH FARUQ AND ANGELA WILLIAMS

[FLIPPING, DIPPING... THE SWERVE AND LEAN]




[FLIPPING, DIPPING... THE SWERVE AND LEAN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE AND THE MUSIC TOTALLY BLENDS SO I ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...


I TOUCH YOU IN YOUR SENSUALITY AS I SEEK TO BEND YOUR PERCEPTION OF REALITY. 
POUND IN YOUR PUNANI AND WARP YOUR INNER CORE. 
I AM A BEAST IN WANTING AS I SEE YOU IN YOUR PANORAMIC STANCE... A PIECE OF MY AFRICAN CIRCUMSTANCE
SILHOUETTED IN THE SEXUALITY OF A MELANIN FUSED PHYSICALITY... A CHUNKY PIECE OF NUBIANIC FEMININITY. 
I BRING THESE LYRICS BLINDINGLY AS I BLAZE INTERDIMENSIONALLY ON THE SURFACE OF YOUR SKIN... A PICTURE PAINTED BY A POET ENTHRALLED... HANGING IN A CHOCOLATE EROTIC DREAM.
A PLACE IN A FANTASY WHERE WEEPING WILLOWS BRUSH THE STREAM THAT TRICKLES AT LOVERS FEET.
SOFT SUNLIGHT FILTERING THROUGH RUSTLING LEAVES.
AS THE FAIRY PRODUCED IS YOU. 
LIKE SMOKE SWIRLING IN TRANSPARENCY AS YOU SWERVE MY MIND
SUCH A DELICATE DANCE ART ROMANCE... A FLOWER AND A KISS SO SOFT THAT IT BREAKS LIKE A BUBBLE ON THE CHEEK.
A BREATH ON THE LOBE OF A QUEENS EAR AS I BEND REALITY FOR YE.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

[THE TALE OF GOOD OL UNCLE CHARLIE AND THE UNCLE TOM]



Rubin Stacy, lynched in Fort Lauderdale on 19th July, 1935


[THE TALE OF GOOD OL UNCLE CHARLIE AND THE UNCLE TOM] A RANT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/_Y-iqfx0XsA

Lately it seems that all I see concerning the African in Amerikkka points to our eventual eradication. If not physically then certainly mentally.
In these times we have become slaves on a level which eclipses any other.
Slaves to the system which dictates what is said and done concerning our race.
Slaves to a system that preaches tolerance while waging a war of violence towards our people.
Slaves to a system that prices our people out of the range of ownership of anything of true value, land and homes. Where we work for the master who lives in splendor.
The t.v. shows that are geared towards Africans in Amerikkka are filled with images of Afrikkkans in Amerikkka who are not the ideal of what we should and could truly be.
Men who dress as women and radio thugs are the people who are offered as the models of who and what we are... what we have become.
The ads in Ebony and Vibe sell our people on the idea that their hair is the wrong texture, their eyes the wrong color, the build of their body is wrong. That teflon is better than gold. All the while black people eat it up like fat kids in a candyshop. Spending billions of dollars on bullshit.
It has been proven that the hair products have cancer causing agents, that the cheap ass contacts cause blindness and that the black womans body is designed to help her live longer as long as she lives within reason.
Africans in Amerikkka are told that white jesus will save you and they eat it up while sitting on bended knee and praying for a savior to come who is just as white as the people who stole their ancestors and raped our motherland.
They buy the gold that kills children who are the same color as themselves and flaunt it happily while seeming to say "Look at me! I am killing my own people!
All of these things that I have mentioned have become so ingrained in our people that it has become hard to see where the line between who we are and who we could have been is drawn. The conditioning has truly become our condition as we move into a new century about three steps behind where we were in the early 1900s. At least back then we remembered who the fuck we were and what had been done to us.
We now come that part of the story where we start to overstand.
Overstand how truly barbaric the nature of the beast is... and when I say beast I speak of the white man. Yep... I did not fucking stutter.
I am not talking about just one white man when I say the white man... I am speaking of the collective which will hereafter be referred to as Good Ol Uncle Charlie.
Uncle Charlie prays to the same white jesus as the Africans in Amerikkka but he seems to have a different way of looking at what Uncle Charlie does. Its cool for Uncle Charlie to kill, to steal, and to just generally wreck havoc wherever he goes as long as he does it in a christian nature. Better check Uncle Charlies resume.
Uncle Charlie does not fucking play.
Whole races have fallen under Uncle Charlies christian crusades as he has landed on shores the world over with the bible and cannons and beat jesus into the skin and psyches of whole societies.
Yep.
Uncle Charlie is a motherfucker.
Literally.
That is what we are dealing with my brothers and sisters and as long as we think that passives resistence is gonna work against the beast we will remain victims and our eventual eradication is imminent.
It is imperative that we introduce a new mindset to our people.
If we are going to co-exist we need to take the steps necessary to first educate our own.
To wean our people off of the titty of the machine.
I have tried to keep this short. Kind of like black history month since it seems that Africans in Amerikkka seem to have a mass case of AHD when it comes to Good Ol Uncle Charlie and what he has done in gods name.
This is Hamzah Faruq saying "You better pay more attention to what you are being sold."
Peace!

"You have the emergence in human society
Of this thing that’s called the state
What is the state? the state is this organized bureaucracy
It is the po-lice department. it is the army, the navy
It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you
This is the state -- it is a repressive organization
But the state -- and gee, well, you know,
You’ve got to have the police, cause..
If there were no police, look at what you’d be doing to yourselves!
You’d be killing each other if there were no police!
But the reality is..
The police become necessary in human society
Only at that junction in human society
Where it is split between those who have and those who ain’t got"
OMALI YESHITELA. FOUNDER OF THE UHURU MOVEMENT.

hamzahfaruq

Monday, January 2, 2012


GIVE IT TO ME



[BEG] GIVE IT TO ME
the music for this plea...
http://youtu.be/g5sXTwAOiFQ


Beg me...
Beg me as I take you on your knees as you take me.
Beg me as I strive to heighten your senses and peak your orgasmic degrees.
Plunge into your depths.
Beg me as I bite at your nipples and rub at the rise of your belly.
Kiss at your lips... spread in the colors of fertility.
Beg me as you stand poised above the tip of my manhood a second before it enters your womb.
Give it all to me in shortened gasps and all out screams as you beg of me.
Arch your back to allow me in as you bounce on my probing pole.
Undulations of your quivering flesh as I sink into the oasis that lies beneath your cheeks.
Hangs between your legs and pulsates in anticipation.
Beg me...
Beg me as I drive into your walls and cause electronic explosions in your mind.
Beg me...