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Saturday, June 30, 2012

[ANTI TYPICALLY]

[ANTI TYPICALLY] AN INTERLUDE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS INSIGHT...
http://youtu.be/5ifnPIVgiJw


TO SEE ME AS ANY ONE THING IS TO UNDERESTIMATE ME...
A CHAMELEON AS I ROAM THE LANDSCAPE OF ALL THINGS...
MANIFESTLY.
AFRICAN TO THE VERY CORE.

I BE'S A POET SEE?
BORN IN A CITY IN GEORGIA SEE?
DONE SEEN A LOT WHILE LIVING 360...
KNOWLEDGE ON THE SURFACE OF THE WATER...
THE SKIN OF IT... SEE?

AS I ABSORB AND TRY TO SEE IT ALL I WONDER IF AT BIRTH I WAS TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL CAUSE I AM STILL HERE...
THAT'S ABOUT AS REAL AS IT GETS...
GUN FIRE AND BLADES OF STEEL...
 WINGS OF SERAPHIM  BEATING IN THE NIGHT.


HERE WE ARE
STANDING AT THE PERIMETER OF WORLD EVENTS...
THESE THINGS THAT UNFOLD BEFORE THESE VERY EYES...
DREAMS OF LOVE THAT DRIFT ON THE RAYS OF MORNING SUNS IN JULY...
THESE AFRICAN BIRTHS OF ALL THESE NOTIONS.


TO THINK THAT I DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS TO MAKE A FATAL MISTAKE...
I HEAR YOU KNOCKING ON MY DOE...
MR MAN... MR MAN STANDING ON THE SQUARE...


SHARPENED IN THE FIRES OF THE GHETTO WHERE THE RICH COME TO TRICK AND SCORE BLOW...
WHERE SOME CHILDREN SEE TO MUCH AT VERY YOUNG AGES AND JAIL IS A RITE OF PASSAGE.
WHERE THE PROPHETS ORIGINATED AND WARRIORS ARE BORN...
I CARRY THIS SWORD... THESE WORDS.
THIS IS MY LIFE... THIS WEIGHT I BEAR.


ROAR OF THE LION AS WORDS BECOME THE METHOD OF TRAVEL...
PEN MIGHTIER THAN ANY SWORD...
VOLUMES OF VOLUME...
A ROAR INTO OUTER SPACE...
A ROAR INTO THE SPACE BETWEEN BLOOD CELLS...


SIGNS AND SYMBOLS ETCHED INTO THE STRUCTURE OF WHOLE SOCIETIES...
CARVED INTO MASONRY...
SEE ME... SEE YOU.


I AM THE ANTI TYPICAL...
THE LOOSE RADICAL...
THE MONKEY WRENCH IN THE WORKS...
ALL THESE THINGS AND SO MUCH MORE AM I.


















Friday, June 29, 2012

HAMZAH FARUQ AKA JERALD MURPHY AKA THE LION ETC... VIDEO. DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE

THIS IS IT. A HAMZAH FARUQ PSYCHO SCIENTIST PRODUCTION...
CLICK ON THE LINK...
http://youtu.be/4ZwTfXuzCmg

[DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE]





[DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...BETTA LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/crBgxmJlB_0


A moment as I digress into the molecular structure of your melanin... that place where man is lost and found in the atmosphere of all these emotions.
Dizzy from the lusciousness of your presence as we inhabit this planet together.
Revolve on the surface of a big blue marble suspended in space.
Water the element... fire the element.
Such a vivid vision on a barren plain... a splash of color on a blank page.
Bim Ya!!!
As we exist in the existence of our existence.
Where we were is where we are at on a spiritual level... never to forget the sacrifices made to assure our survival.
Flowers, seeds and fruit.
Forgive me if I tend to ramble in my recollection, so many years have we been apart while standing together... naked in the eyes of the world.
Whipped and chained into submission while being sold the dream of freedom...
Where once I sang a song ... Oh my queen... oh my queen... this here world ain't quite what it seems.
Where once an African mother gave birth to children on stolen land...
We the result of all this activity living at the end of these times... the beginning of the future.
I exist in the molecular structure of the melanin of African empresses as we spin in and out of control...
Revolutions and revelations as the world rotates...
I digress.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

[LETS GO ALL THE WAY] EROTIQUE. FEATURING APRIL UNDAUNTED CRENSHAW





[LETS GO ALL THE WAY] FEATURING APRIL UNDAUNTED CRENSHAW
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SEXUAL RELEASE...YOU BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/LQM07AUGufo




A
From the arch of my back
I feel the tension as I relax 
Knees are clinched as I feel the suspense
Pillow wet as I sweat 
You grab my waist for a deeper taste, while I bury my face, Ohhhhhhh this feels so great
You push and thrust while continually I bust.


J
I feel the quiver of your muscles as I trace my fingers across your skin.
Your sigh as I part your knees and kiss you where it hurts.
My tongue, my beard buried in the wetness of all of you.
I hear your moan and I smile within as I hum on your clit and you explode... time and time again.
So sweet the taste... so sweet the sound.


A
Stroking your head as your face embeds inside of me
As my juices leak 
My inner freak 
Cries out loudly
Eat me take me 
Make my clit spit 
As you hit and hit 
Time to take that big dick


J
As I stand my dicks stands with me thickly...
I wave it in your face and graze it across your lips...
I feel this need in the bottom of my balls...
The tingling of my scalp....
Your mouth feels so warm as you suck it in...
Mmmmm harder... 
I rub on your pussy as you suck my dick...
I squeeze your nipples and stroke back and forth on your tongue...
Suck sweet agony as I feel my cum and push you away...
Lay down and give that pussy to me.


A
I will lay please don't delay
I'm hungry for you 
You being inside me 
Bodies colliding 
Slipping and sliding
Even me riding I'm so excited
Hours have past we are about to blast
I'm shaking like earth quacking
We've reached it 
such a
Release mmmm climax 
Extended release


J
I roar in the tinniest fibers of my being.
Your taste hath excited me see?
A moment as we flip through the pages of sweaty sensuality.
A lifetime as we fuck so savagely.
Mount Kilimanjaro and volcanic eruptions in the Pacific.
From the floors to the shores.
A blast from the past as we disintegrate...
Mmmmmmm.

[BE YE SHEEP]



[BE YE SHEEP]
SOUND OF THE REVOLUTION... BE YE ADVISED
http://youtu.be/MZFU15SDMB8



IN THIS THE FUTURE OF SO MANY PASTS WHERE WE FIND OURSELVES HELD IN PLACE BY ANCIENT IDEOLOGIES..

TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AS DEFINED BY 360...
WHERE THE MARK OF THE BEAST IS MANIFESTED BY BAR CODE TECHNOLOGY AND WWW IS 666 WAYS TO GET LOST...
WE THE FREE TRY TO BRING THE TRUTH TO THE YOUNG BLACK YOUTH WHO NEED TO SHOW AND PROVE...
A LITTLE BIT OF THE OLD SCHOOL FLIPPED OUT TO THE NEW...
WHERE 5 PERCENT OF THE MASSES KNOWS THE REAL DEAL...
TRILLION DOLLAR BAILOUTS THAT NEVER REACHED THE GHETTO...
SOMEBODY HAS TO DIE FOR ORDER TO BE MAINTAINED... THATS THE LAW OF STATISTICS...
MEETINGS IN HALLOWED HALLS WHERE THE RAM PRESIDES...
BAPHOMET WALKS UNDAUNTED AMONG THE FLOCK...
7 LEVELS OF OVERSTANDING AS SHEEP WAKE FROM SLEEPING SLUMBER AND ENTER THE DOJO OF OVERSTANDING...
PRESSURE POINTS AND KILL MOVES... INTERDIMENSIONAL TRAVEL AND TRANSITIONAL PHASES ON SOLAR AND LUNAR CYCLES.
IN THIS THE FUTURE.


DEFINITIONS:
360 DEGREES: THE SUM OF ALL KNOWLEDGE.
IN ANCIENT HEBREW THE LETTER W IS ASIGNED THE NUMBER 6... WWW IS 666.
5 PERCENT: THE POOR RIGHTEOUS TEACHERS WHO TRY TO WAKE THE MASSES.
BAPHOMET: The most well-known and recent depiction shown by Eliphas Lévi's 1854 Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie, consisting of a goat with a torch between the horns. This image is often used as a representation of Satan or some other hierarchy of Hell. 
7 LEVELS: IN ISLAM THERE ARE 7 LEVELS TO HEAVEN AND HELL.
IN ISLAM ALLAH IS THE LORD OF THE WORLDS [ Al ḥamdu lillāhi rabbi l-'ālamīn] ALL PRAISE IS DUE TO ALLAH, LORD OF THE WORLDS.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

Monday, June 25, 2012

[SYMBOLICAL]




[SYMBOLICAL] A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY Chelle Belle
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WAR CHANT...
http://youtu.be/5owbbkUHXgo


We walk in the shadow of all this symbolism... ancient creeds and decrees... flags blowing in the breeze.
Signs and cornerstones that speak of the superiority of those who can read the script as it symbolically expresses.
So many so lost in the superficial while all around a whole nother world is manifest.
Positions posed on courtroom walls and printed on currency... the mark of the beast... annuit coeptis and novus ordo seclurum.
The head of the ankh lost in translation... top of the pyramid enclosed in a circle... eye of horus  lord of the perfect black.
We seperated from wisdom by false education...
Crosses that speak of crusades where blood flowed from christian swords onto the sands of new worlds... old cultures trampled to dust.
All of it hidden in plain view as man heedlessly rushes along... knowledge stolen and corrupted... used to enslave.
Levels and squares on windowless buildings where the fate of man is decided on a whim...
He who stands above... pulpits in church where the priest wears the robe... stands in courtrooms where the judge wears the robe.
Symbols of power over those who listen but do not read... those who see the signs and take no heed of what they mean.
Turn to Deuteronomy 28 where it states :The LORD shall bring a nation against thee from far, from the end of the earth, as swift as the eagle flieth; a nation whose tongue thou shalt not understand;
If that aint the way they came then we aint we... 
Living in the shadow of all this symbology.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

Sunday, June 24, 2012

[MEETING OF THE BEASTS] STARRING ANGELA WILLIAMS AS THE SHE BEAST





[MEETING OF THE BEASTS]
THE BEATDOWN... THE BEATDOWNNNNNN...
http://youtu.be/LppQ7xZlyaA






A
You're not ready for me.
Seriously, you're not.
This constant flirting is bullshit.
If you want me say so.
However, don't get it twisted I know it's not a love connection
it's just a fuck session.
Don't look so surprised.
Truth is on the table and emotions are out the door.
It's about you and me connecting on a primal level.
Let's clear the air of how it would feel to have my pussy enshroud your dick.
And while we're at it let's answer the question of how my ass looks as you're pounding it from behind.
Papi don't look so shocked.
We're past the stage of flowers, sunshine and hearts. 
We're knee deep in unleashing the beast and putting a hump in your back.
I'm gonna head to the room, it's your choice if you follow.
All you need is stamina and a hard dick.
Come if you dare into my lair.



J
I really don't think you are ready for me...see.
My ideas of sexuality.
The flirt is the height of all that I see... hint of panties... scent of your flower.
To let you know that I want you would make me vulnerable as I traverse in this minefield of myriad personalities.
I am the lion and you are the prey...
You say you wanna fuck I got no problem with that.
Lick at your thighs and bite at your calves... all that jacked up in the air as I stroke at the walls of your sheath.
Beat it as you moan on bended knee... rub your clit and listen to you scream.
Daddy Longstroke is my name... whupping punani is my game.
I want to funk you up as I beat the pussy up.
I follow you into the room with plenty of stamina and a power pole dick.
Woman you done fucked up.
A beast has entered thy lair.



A
Baby, Baaby, Baaaby!
So you think I done fucked up?
Let me splain something to you.
Don't be misled by the shy, quiet demeanor.
I am not your damn prey!
Fuck it!
You don't believe me so let me prove it.
Lie back and let me partake in your power pole dick.
So smooth, so long, so thick like I like it.
Do you like the way I stroke you with my hands?
Up and down with a little twist, a little slow, a little fast.
Damn it seems to be getting bigger.
I think a tear has escaped from your pole's eye.
Let me lick it away.
You taste like I thought...salty yet sweet.
I take your head in my mouth and suck it ever so slowly. 
I take my time in tasting you.
Inch by inch I take you all in.
Sucking and licking. 
I know you want to thrust, but not yet.
Let me taste you.
Oh shit I hit that spot!
You grab my hair and start thrusting.
Damn you're hitting the back of my throat and it feels so good.
I hear that guttural sound rising from deep in your chest.
And you're thrusting faster.
That's it! Right there... the beast has been unleashed.
Your moans sound like a roar as you release your creamy juice down my throat.
Absolutely delish to the last drop.
Your prey is truly ready to be fucked.
Welcome to my lair my beast now fuck me up



J
As the one called Big Daddy I overstand need...
The kind that releases your she beast.
There is no way that you can surprise me... I am the dominate... domination.
Even in my surrender to the softness of your lips... the light touches of your hand my power increases.

My beastly needs.
As you naked stare into the tear of my eye that reflects your lips... your tongue as you kiss away my glistening precum...
I grab the back of your head and hold you as I show you who I am... hammer of John Henry... the pure unadulterated beatdown.
Bass is my emanation... told you I was gonna fuck you up.
All off in the back of your throat as I pump your head on the massive swole of my pole.
Feel the hot wetness of your slob on my knob... You told me you swallow and I push your lips all the way to the base as I release my seed... feel you as you swallow it down.
Push you back and kiss your clit...
The beast wants to eat...
Woman you done fucked up

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

{LETS US MAKE A PORNO}

{LETS US MAKE A PORNO}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS EROTIC ESCAPADE... YOU BETTER LISTEN YOU KNOW I BE BANGIN THAT FUNK...

THE MODEL IS BLACKCHERRY

Lets us... you and I make a porno.
Some of that dirty freaknasty shit that makes you squirm as you watch it... hot desire bubbling all in your belly.



Let me look in the window as you undress, a camera in my hand as you take each tantalizing piece of cloth off.
Such a lovely sight to behold as I tear the screen from the window and you act all surprised... damn woman you so nasty, such a pretty pussy as you show it to me.

Changing panties for Big Daddy to see.

Stand back cause it may get a little rough when I enter the room... all hyped up on the excitement of seeing what plays back on this screen... as I listen to your heightened cries of passion. 
You on your knees as I take what you give...
Show me that pussy... bend on over and show it to me.

Such a nasty ass freak... I wonder if you can see my dick when you look back like that as I drive into the pink of your pretty pussy... give it to me from the front.

From the back.




Upside down.


Your scars only serve to make me want you more... they testify to your willingness to survive and adapt...
To be what you need to be in the face of all things.
I lick them as I fuck... as the camera records.



We bust a screaming nut and I spray cum from your pussy to your chin...
Lets us make a porno my nasty little freak...


Tonight.








Monday, June 18, 2012

[MY BROTHERS]





[MY BROTHERS]
THE MUSIC... AS ALWAYS IT FIT THE PIECE SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/rzqsb30SYXo


We continue on my brothers in these squalid times where our name has been dragged through the dirt and our dreams crushed... where once we built a great nation on our backs hunched over in the sun.
We continue on in the face of these insurmountable odds... mountains that reach to the heavens of white Jesus where so many are found.
Painted as villians while all the while we have been victims of our own infamy... our popularity... as we are absorbed.
We continue on my brothers while forgetting that it is our skin that is the sin as told in the shadow of a burning cross on an immaculate lawn.
While standing in a courtroom full of white faces as the baliff places silver bracelets on black wrists and enslaves yet another brother... just cause he was born poor.
We these trees grown from African seeds in the belly of the beast.
So many who have forgotten that this is a war we fight everyday... girded loins and such.
We continue on my brothers into the infinite future.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, June 15, 2012

[I LIKE HER HAIR] X RATED FYAH


[I LIKE HER HAIR] X RATED FYAH
THE SOUNDTRACK... IT IS MADE FOR THIS PIECE...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLAE914B90E4EDE907

I am sitting on the bench in front of the park chilling with a couple of the fellows when I see the bus as it makes the turn into the projects. We are smoking a blunt and enjoying the shade of the big oak tree and talking. The bus stops and Rose gets off. She is a few years older than I am and she is in college. I always kick it with her when I see her and I stand in this spot a lot.
She walks to the sidewalk which passes by us as she always does. She has to cause our projects has only one way in and out. That is unless you know where the paths are.  We grow silent because to see her walk by is poetry in motion. She is a modest dresser but even modesty can't hide the fact that she is fine as hell. She sees me and smiles. I have been walking her home and talking to her every day for about a week and a half. Her conversation is solid.
She walks up and before I can say anything she bends down by my foot and lays her books down. I start to bend down to help her and she starts to untie my shoe and ties something on the string. It is her house key She stands up and takes my hand in her and looks at me and say " That's for tonight. Whenever you are ready. " she bends down and picks up her books and her ass looks so good that I want to follow her right now but I am aware that this will take cool points from her and from my boys who sit there with slack jaws. She walks away and it is silent for a minute as me and the fellas appreciate the view and Po Sam says
 " Yoda you gone get that tonight ain't you?" Po Sam is known for asking dumb questions.
"What the fuck you think Po Sam? Damn that's a dumb ass question."
That's how we talk where I'm from.
We sit around all day and talk as I sell weed and Po Sam hustles crack. My other friend who was their is Craig and he is my boy. We study books together. Leviathan 666 and The Isis papers. He pulls me to the side and says "Yoda you know she goes with 6'9"?  6'9" is a dude who is actually 6'9" and he is a drug dealer who has been known to fuck some people up.
"Yeah man I know that shit but Rose got me fucked up bro. You know how I am bout hair."  It is a known fact to all my boys that I have a hair fetish. I don't mean beard and mustache hair. I mean hair on a woman's body and rose is covered in hair. On her legs and arms and I want to see where else.
"I got this Craig."
He looks at me and says "Yeah I know but but be careful."
"All'right bro and quit actin like my mama."
We sit on the bench as the day goes on and we go to the store and buy some beer as more and more of the fellas come to the playground and hang out. Just the average day
It seems that night takes forever to arrive and I wait until a fashionable hour and bid my adieu to the fellas and walk up to Roses apartment which sits on the hill. I knock on the door and no one answers It take a moment before I remember the key and I reach into my pocket and pull it out and slide it into her lock. I open the door and I step into her apartment. This does not look like the projects I think as I close the door behind me. I see her as she walks around the corner and my heart skips a beat she has on a see through night gown and she is so damn fine that My dick jumps to attention. she walks up to me and says "You like?"
"Damn girl, you just made me swallow my gum."
She smiles and pull me to the couch and I sit down as she walks around in that nightgown and I can see the down of hair that covers her body. It is everywhere and I just want to rub her and see if it is as soft as it looks.
She asks me what I drink and I say brandy and she pours us a couple of glasses of Vsop and asks me how I like mine "Straight.?
she fixes her drink and brings me mine and sits down by me with one leg on the couch and one off and I see her pussy pressing against her panties, the bush of her hair and I lean over to kiss her. We tongue for a minute and she stands up and turns on the stereo and starts to dance for me. It is a real slow dance and I am so turned on that all I can do is sit there and enjoy the moment. It is so hypnotic.
She asks me "Have you ever had a massage?"
I am from the projects "I have seen them on T.V."
She stops dancing and walks into the back of the apartment and comes back with a tube of oil and asks me to take off my shirt and she lays a beach towel on the floor and asks me to lay on my stomach. I do and she starts to rub her hands together with oil on them and begins to massage me. My shoulders and my back and she asks me if i can take off my shorts and I do and she massages me all the way to my feet and asks me to turn over. I do and she massages me from the front and it feels so good that I close my eyes and before I know it she has slipped her hand into my shorts and pulls out my dick and starts to suck on it as she remarks on how thick it is. "I can hardly get my hand around it."
I start to moan and she says "Not yet. I want you to massage me."
She stands and pulls off her gown and her panties and lays on her stomach and even from the back I can see her pussy lips poking from the hair. I start to massage her and I am enthralled by the way the oil makes the down on her body lay down. I massage her back and she turns over and I start to massage the front of her and I kiss her nipples and suck them and start to massage her clit. She pulls me on top of her and I slide into her and I grab her ankles and push them back all the way to the bed. she is that flexible.
This makes her pussy stand out and I can see it as my dick slides in and out. She is so tight that I can see her pussy lips as they wrap around my dick and hold it as it goes in and out.
All of a sudden there is a knock on the door and she tells me not to stop. I can see the outline of a very big dude through the curtains but all that does is excite me more as I turn her around and start to pound in her pussy from behind. The knocking at the door quits and I hear a car crank up and leave as I continue to fuck her.
The hair on her body had excited me so much that I get rough as I fuck her and she cries out in pleasure as I try to bend her in half. As I beat her pussy.
She cums and it squirts from her pussy and covers the back of her legs shining in the hair and I drive deep into her as I shoot my cum into her pussy and pull it out and spray the rest all over her back.
We are covered in sweat and oil as we kiss and hold each other breathing hard.
She reaches over and rubs my head as she says. "Lets take a shower together."

Thursday, June 14, 2012

[ODE TO AMERIKKKA] AN OPERA





[ODE TO AMERIKKKA] AN OPERA
THE MUSIC... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN
http://youtu.be/N4YnHUVXLtM


One day the fat lady is gonna sing some dark operatic strains as the walls of Babylon come falling down... sad to say it but one day the past indiscretions will become to much for time to bear and the blood of the innocents will cry from the dirt.
Words spoken to the prophet Ibrahim will take on new light and genesis will occur...
Some body is going to pay for all these things commited in the most holy name of Allah.
The child who is born with the cards stacked againt him.. who can hope to win against those odds?
Babylon has spread her wings and taken flight... swift as the eagle flyeth as her shadow covers the lands...
She spreads pestilence and disease as pieces of she fall and fester, rotting on the floor of humanities field of dreams where the dead are the fertilizer.
So many swept up in the winds that swirl in the wake of her passing... whole continents swallowed in her greed... sweatshops in China and chocolate factories in Africa that feed her need.
In what god doth she trust... could there be a hotter hell?
Painting her face in the colors of peace while causing turmoil... war in Syria ochestrated by her hand... babies blown to pieces in Iraq and Afghanistan... crosses drawn on the bombs.
Africans held in bondage oh so long as Niggers, slaves and African Amerikkans... statistics outlined on a page.
As the fat lady begins to sing in operatic strains and the fire begins to burn.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY