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[LISTEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE... PUMP IT ON YOUR JOURNEY...
http://youtu.be/qjqtHJ3QC6Y

If I had the chance I would write to you of my meanderings... how the sky looks so blue as it fills the field of my vision... blue and grey clouds.
The water beneath the bridge as it falls over the rocks trickling in its melodic tones... playing its song in my mentality.
The fish that come to the surface to catch a glimpse of a man as he shares in the nature of all these bountious blessings.
The mockingbird as he builds a nest in the rose bush not two feet from me... he knows I mean no harm.
I like he just a passing traveler on the way to the end... we but two parts of the whole fucked up situation.
He is my survival and I his as we both overstand.
I would talk to you of the times that I walked in primitive forests listening to the rustle of the leaves and the cries of the animals... those who fed and those that were prey.
The times that I have stood on mountain peaks and seen the crowns of trees... the times that I have stood on rooftops and seen masses of humanity.
Ribbons of rivers from the windows of airplanes... the ocean from the shore as it falls away into the sky... a dolphin breaking the waves.
Pictures of a most magnificent hue as they are formed of these words that I use in artistic frustration... I want you to see in my 4th dimensional description of all things.
As I meander.


JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY