[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]

[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/9Pes54J8PVw




Waiting... I stand waiting for you as the world hurtles past...
So fast... a moment at a stop light and then full speed ahead only to run into another stop light.
A series made up of herky jerky succession and regression on the way to moving ahead.
Standing stock still as the motion threatens to make one earthsick.
Rush hours and commutes to the towers which thrust into the sky bearing witness to mans need to impress queens... to own the land that other men work on.
Phallic symbols which will one day fall to the ground as rusting metal returning to the dirt from whence it came.
Carbon signatures of once great nations which make up the foundations of who we are.
These larger than life creations of Allah... so small and insignificant...
I wonder how you shall come... will you overwhelm or will you be as the tide slowly creeping in?
Will you make my breath catch in my throat or will you be as honey... dripping into my subconscious... sweetly sweet.
Standing on the corner of life waiting for you...
Waiting.

[THE NEED] PART ONE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

 [THE NEED] PART ONE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...






J
I wake from sleep and instantly she flits across my mind.
I see her everyday and I want to talk to her but it seems that its never the right time.
I stand and walk into the kitchen and start the coffeemaker and commence to throw together a breakfast.
A couple of boiled eggs and some turkey bacon. Fresh pineapple that I sliced last night.
The alarm on my phone rings and I turn it off.
I don't know why I set the damn thing, I always seem to wake before it goes off anyway.
She crosses my mind again and I drift on the memory of her as I drink my coffee and eat.
I have been alone for 5 years and I value my freedom, yet she makes me want to be with someone again.
We catch the same bus every day and we have for about a year, the first time I saw her the bus was crowded and she walked on and I closed my eyes for a second as I willed her to sit by me.
She was so beautiful that I found myself wanting to smell her just to see if beauty had a smell.
She walked past the one empty seat before where I was sitting and slid into the seat next to me. 
I felt her thigh as it brushed mine and then I smelled her.
I swooned, if a warrior can do that.
Her scent was magnificent.
That was the first time.


L
The alarm wakes me from the same reoccurring dream.
He held me in his loving embrace... our eyes meet and then...
The loud siren reminds me that it's time to get ready for work.
Why do I constantly think about this man? I don't even know him. But there's something about this handsome stranger that peeks my interest.
I shower, get dressed and make lunch for the kids before they head out for school.
Grapefruit, toast, egg whites and green tea was consumed before I rushed to the bus stop.
I've spent many lonely days and nights since my divorce 2 years ago from my sons' father. Afraid to be hurt again, I chose not to open my heart to another.
My thoughts take me back to him. Everyday for about a year, I have seen this gentleman on the bus. He has a pleasant smile. I have a good vibe about him. I'm not sure if he's married.
We have only talked once.
That was a year ago.
I stepped onto the bus and paid my fare. I look across and noticed two empty seats. One was next to him. 
For some reason I was drawn towards his direction. 
I sat next to him and our eyes met and we smiled.
I was giddy like a school girl on her high school crush.


J
We talked that first time and I know her name.
It's Lisa, and sometimes I have found myself repeating it in my mind like a mantra, a talisman with which to ward off evil.
Today I have made my mind up. I am going to talk to her. I am going to invite her into my world.
So many years alone because of my desire not to be hurt again... Because of my desire not to hurt anyone.
I have had sex but I have always laid it on the line.
Told women that we could be friends but never lovers for love has been such a bitter friend of mine.
I have seen her on rainy days and cold days. Hot muggy days when her hair became damp with her sweat and the curls of her new growth seemed to frame her face like that of a painting from one of the great artists whose work hangs in museums.
With her heavy on my mind I open the door and the light of this new day rushes in and seems to pull me forth.


L
Jerald...
He replied as he shook my hand. His smile was warm and friendly. I felt comfortable and safe in his presence. A modern day warrior protecting his Queen.
Since my divorce, I swore off relationships. I accepted my inevitable future of living alone with a few cats. Maybe even going to the nearby bingo hall to pass time. I couldn't see myself back out on the dating scene.
I've been celibate for two years and quite frankly, wasn't stressed for sex. I figured one day God would send me a mate... in due time.
This man right here, you could tell he was a hard working man. I've seen him headed to work wearing his uniform, while other men were hanging out on street corners working their illegal hustle.
I looked into his eyes and saw a kind heart. There was something about this man that was different from the rest. 
What was once a cloudy day, took a complete turn. The moment he spoke, the sun shined brighter, the birds sung louder. I can hear The Rascals singing in my head...
It's a beautiful morning...
A beautiful morning indeed.
I was anxious to see what the day had in store.


J
Damn man why the bus always got be so late?
I want to see her.
Oh, there it is. I see it as it stops at the stop before mine and the long line of students pile on. it seems to take forever and I move towards the back of the bus to sit in the back corner where I always sit. I like to see who gets on the bus. I was once on a bus where a woman got on blasting at her husband for stealing her food stamps.
Her stop is three stops from min and I see her standing there before the bus stops.
Hands done got sweaty and shit but its now or never and the bus stops.
She is the first one on and I am sure that she will take one of the seats to the front... I do not feel like walking up there where the old women sit. They are just to damn nosy. All up in your mouth and shit. 
She shows the driver her pass and starts to walk through the bus and she makes her way to the back and looks me in the eyes before taking the seat next to mine.
I muster everything I have and I turn to her and say... "Hi.


L
I looked at my watch, then look up the street.
Where is that bus?
With my foot tapping and my mouth releasing inpatient grunts, I wait. Feels like eternity.
Finally the bus approaches. There goes that school girl giggle again.... accompanied by butterflies inside of my stomach.
I flash my bus card to the bus driver as I scan the crowded bus. I have a good feeling about today. 
The bus was filled with passengers, loud voices and that stinch from the drunk man sitting in the front. I tuned the world out when my eyes found his. My legs felt wobbly as I made my way towards the seat next to his. He still wore that warm, pleasant smile. I take my seat and he says... 
"Hi."
"Hello, Jerald." I replied

[SHORT LOVELY EMPRESS SUITE]

[SHORT LOVELY EMPRESS SUITE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... I LOVE THIS BEAT...
http://youtu.be/9gWr2aSTqGs

Rock me with your impact as you crash into the core of me planetarily... you a force of thermonuclear proportions falling from the depths of the cosmos.
I rotating on my axis as I revolve in the light of the sun, bask in the light reflected by the moon.
Spinning, spinning as I absorb the essence of all that you are... take on fractions of your properties... manifest life in the image of we.
As lovely as the Aurora Borealis, electrically exciting statically.
Thee african queen... thee.
I try to write words that form an image as pretty as you but I remain just a man... creation but a fragment of the whole.
These words but whispers and slashes on a page in this eventuality... sometimes an elicited shout echoing into the hollowness of the space time continuum... bouncing off of the walls of the universe.
Solar the flares erupting and sweeping as solar winds... so much energy that it can never be contained.
Rock me with the full force of all thy impact... crash into my core.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

BLACK WOMAN IN BLUE ON 4

[BLACK WOMAN IN BLUE ON 4]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC . THIS PICTURE WAS SUBMITTED BY PUSS N BOOTS...
http://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA




Black woman black woman what makes you so blue?
What made you choose that color from the spectrum?
So blue.
Black woman if I could I would take that color and rend it asunder...
Rip it from your spectrum.
Would that it could cure you.
Smoke drifting into the stratosphere of your emotions...
Filtering the drops of water that fall into the lake of shimmering water that is you.
So blue.
Black woman I am there for you through all these times, the good and the bad... Pretty and ugly.
When the sky seems as dark as a cave where feelings go to die... Withering in the corner.
Sing the blues and beg for another chance...
Make sound erupt across the plain beneath this cave... make the animals stop and give pause... the birds fall silent in awe.
When it seems as if tomorrow might be the last day in the blue of midnight I am there for you empress.
Black and blue in all these allusions of you.
Black woman if I took away blue would you feel better as the weight lifted from your shoulders... evaporated into the atmosphere on tendrils of smoke...
Black woman... black woman...


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

PRETTY FUNK E PASSIONATE INTROSPECTION A COLLAB FEATURING CRYSTAL NGOZI OBANYE

[PRETTY FUNK E PASSIONATE INTROSPECTION] A COLLAB FEATURING CRYSTAL NGOZI OBANYE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FUNKY RIDE... HELL THE FUCK YEAH...
http://youtu.be/kbXWxIvGmgI




J
Show me a piece of your femininity... a scrap of all that you are and have been.
A drift in the ozone of your passing... a breath of early morning air.
Open the doors of your mansions and let me walk within, a stroll through the gardens of your sensuality as you grow so full...
Standing in the shade of your trees... looking into the brown of your eyes.
Color of the black mans birth.
Show me a piece of your spirit... African warrior queen in a psychedelic African warrior dream.
We tearing away the fabric of humanity an instant before building it back.
Asiatic foundations of our existence that play in the lines of your face as we the race live the race.
Show me...


C
As you slowly strip the final layers of my innocence away, I feel this euphoric sensation wash over me. Your kisses, your touch sends me into a haze of unbridled passion. I feel myself ready to take this stroll with you into sweet oblivion. My sensual side ready to possess me whole as I dive deeper into my inner Temptress. Ready to seduce you body, mind and soul.
I'm ready to show you.


J
The curves of you are the multiverse as we slide into hyperdrive...
A smooth ride in your lubricated flesh... pistons beating rhythmically...
Pounding in the essence... pounding...
On towards our eventual landing on the planet orgasmically where life erupted from the loins of theoretical Eve...
Seed of the atypical Adam.
We resplendently free in the rain that falls in your garden


C
I lose all my inhibitions and throw caution to the wind. Feeling the lioness in me ready to stake her claim. Brown eyes once filled with innocence now darken with lust ready to explore new wonders. Tongues entwined in the mating ritual, moans mingled together in harmony, warm kisses setting my skin ablaze. My body merging with yours as we dive deeper into darkness of my desires. I'm ready to take this journey with you


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND CRYSTAL NGOZI OBANYE

THIS NEW NUBIA

THIS NEW NUBIA

PARTY LINES

[PARTY LINES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE OF UPLIFTMENT...
http://youtu.be/HptEPcm3aXM




Cora
One party two party three party four
One for the rich none for the poor
You say my math is off no it’s just fine
The poor have been exploited since the beginning of time
Politicians don’t love you no matter how you vote
Look at the policies they shove down your throat
They divide us by race they divide us by class
Yet some continue to give them a pass
Demagogues all regardless to party affiliation
Which is why this country is in its present situation
You love the incumbent because your party tells you to
But you don’t agree with any of the laws he pushed through 
I’ve always voted this way is the excuse that you use
And that my friend is why you continue to lose


J
One party, two party, three party, four.
A whole bunch of bullshit and nothing more.
Propaganda to feed mushy mentalities living in altered realities...
A system of the have and the casualties.
If it all came down to it a politician would sell yo ass out...
They've done it time and time again... without a doubt.
Patriot acts where inner cities have become terrorism zones...
Taps and fiber optic microphones all up in yo homes.
All the while all you seeing red, white, and blue...
Living as if you don't have a clue... silly fool.
You want to be free you got to get your own...
Sorry I had to say it but leave the current system alone.
See I can't see you holding my life in your hand after what happened to Nat Turner... what you did to Martin Lee Anderson... The murder of Trayvon.
I know my station... 
I refuse to lose.


Cora
Democrats Republicans Independents too
None of them give a damn about you
But they’ll play their cards so that you can pay their bills
Because at lying and manipulating they have godlike skills
You let the media do your thinking so they have total control
Your mind is the only product that’s being bought and sold
But you don’t believe it you say you are your own man
Yet have no foundation on which to stand
You can’t even tell me why you vote a certain way
Except to quote what the newsman has to say
Wake up little boy you’re losing ground
Wake up little girl do you hear that sound
It’s the sound of your future destruction don’t be confused
Only you can make your life better not the politician you choose


J
A whole mess of a political stew...
Kind of smells like some stinking poo.
Got young soldiers carrying the bag in Iran and Afghanistan as it goes all according to plan...
Wolf in sheep's clothing all off in other folks lands.
C.I.A. and FBI involved in all kinds of intrigue...
Dead dreams of life, love and liberty.
Education is miseducation and the classroom is the killing field...
In Amerikkka its all about the yield.
Amber waves of grain swaying in the acid breeze... purple mountains majesty...
Sounds like a fucked up acid trip to me.
Seems like a whole lot of people need to get off the dope and attend a rehab...
Get clean off of the needle of false hope, stop smoking them slabs.
Kick this pimp in his ass and send him on his way...
Today.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy and cora scott

[UNDER THE PECAN TREE]

[UNDER THE PECAN TREE]
THIS IS THE MUSIC... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN
http://youtu.be/wFoKqnk0jmM


In the shade of the pecan tree they discussed life and all its consistencies and inconsistencies...
"Why massa got to have so much? Why massa think he knows whats best for us... Fuck massa!"
In the kitchen as they talked they said "massa shole is good to us... least we aint working in the fields like them other niggers.
In the dining room massa sat back from his big ol meal and rubbed his belly as he reached over and patted Annie on her fat nigger ass... life sure was good.
As time went on the niggers in the field went to work in factories and restaurants, dug ditches and shoveled shit.
In the shade of the pecan tree they drank beer and cursed loud... confronted massa as he rode by in his blue and white car... Fuck massa!
In the boardrooms of the corporations they tried to talk like massa and forget that they too were just niggers... They swore allegiance to the republic and wore Gucci and Prada... drove iron man Audi's.
Played golf on the same course as massa as he talked about them other niggers... "Don't worry Jim you aren't like them."
Big ol nigger smile.
In the shade of the pecan tree they saw massa as he fucked the prostitutes and bought the crack... did all the shit that didn't make the paper... saw the police turn massa loose.
"Man this shit is fucked up." they said as guns flooded the ghetto and life became cheap... all the young black men wanting to be thugs.
Little girl lying dead on the hard concrete, victim of a drive by... mother crying to the cool blue sky.
"Why oh lord?
WHYYYYY!!!
A young man the victim of the neighborhood watch guy... black life but a byword in the newspaper as day by day we are they... another dead nigger on a stone slab.
In political circles they wear the mark as they wrangle with legalese and sell their own people short... somebody has to be the slave... glad it ain't me.
Platinum credit cards and diamond cuff links.
In the shade of the pecan tree they watch it all and comment on the sad tale of the house and the field nigger as the tale winds down.
Fuck massa!




jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[HELLS MAELSTROM]

[HELLS MAELSTROM] A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/jiCbN0oSfeQ

I grew up in hell so every day I know where I am...
Veiwed as inferior by my teachers, viewed as inferior by the police... by society...
Its a miracle that I am still alive.
Every day that I wake up I know that I am in hell...
Evil manifests itself in so many forms... gunshots in theaters and on streetcorners...
Lives ripped from the stream...
Hell fires that burn in Afghanistan... Hell fires in Pakistan ... Hell fires in hallowed halls of justice that burn in judges minds as they sentence men according to race... financial position.
Every day I wake I know that I am in hell... poor people who want for medical care as the doctors play golf and buy yachts... send their children to ivy league schools.
Demons that stand in the house and senate... debate on presidential levels... promises that wither in the burning heat.
Crack dens and meth labs... guns and prostitution all to feed the beast as the beast gapes his jaw.
So hot the acid in his belly... fire and brimstone.
Every day I look at the tell lie vision I know that I am in hell.
Men dressed in the guise of women... Women who lie with women... sodomites fighting for equal rights as the end draws so near.
They who alter the altar of flesh that was givin by Allah... lying under the knife.
Rushing to a certain end.
Hell the abode.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

WE

{WE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/pJfIy81lYIs


We... you and I are the impossible brought to life by the hands of a most gracious Allah.
He who knows our form better that any scientist taught in any school.
The first man was formed naked as was the first woman from the thought... Be.
He... Creator of the spark that ignites in the synapses... that beats these hearts.
For what are we but super computers governed by electrical impulses...
The tree can be manipulated but can man make a seed... a blade of grass from the sun and the soil?
From the moment of conception to the time of death we are but carbon and water in living form.
A breath as angels stood by magnificent in radiant fyah... wings that covered the sky.
Across the burning sands of time... across the waters of the parted Red Sea...
Secrets of the ancients in our unification as we are kept at odds... Fed a mass media reality propagandous in nature.
Our moment so short as history repeats itself over and over... knowledge gained... knowledge lost.
From us nations have spawned and been crushed... From us civilization sprung.
Ages of stone, bronze, iron, and steel.
Prophets who stood on mountaintops with the wind in folds of robes speaking to the amassed masses...
Prostrated as bushes burned and messages came from the very molecules of the air...
Died at the hands of the congregation as they followed the words of man.
All these things so impossible to imagine are but truth contained in mans cellular structure.
Black is the sun... black are the sons.
We.

[WE MY PEOPLE] DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY

[WE MY PEOPLE] DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY
THE PHOTO IS CALLED A DROP OF TREE..
PLEASE CLICK ON SEE MORE TO READ THE POEM
THE MUSIC FOR THIS THOUGHT...
http://youtu.be/rxbeB-Fvago


We my people are family...
Born of the blessings of Allah...
We my people have been through so much... all these lives... all these deaths.
We find ourselves fighting in such a trying time...
Our children watch.
Our family so rich in talent... so rich in wisdom... so rich in knowledge... the system recognizes.
We need to be whole... we need to be...
These tears that tinkle to the keys are reminders that life is fragile, family is really all we got and that new lives join our family even in these times...
Babies contained in amniotic states of growth.
We my people need to remember that we came from strong trees rooted in the annals of time...
Even when seperated we are a formidable force... together invincible...
Men of God... men of Allah...
Women who are queens standing strong against the ravages of time.
What are we if not parts of the whole... remember the elders who now lie in the ground... remember the children that we have lost.
We my people are family...
We my people hear these words...
We my people are strong...
See?


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[I LOVE ME SOME THICKNESS]

[I LOVE ME SOME THICKNESS]

MAN IF YOU DONT LISTEN TO THIS SONG YOU ARE REALLY MISSING OUT...

http://youtu.be/5NXdJlf_Suw

I WROTE THIS PIECE BECAUSE OF MY COUSIN ELIZABETH JOLLY... SHE SAID THAT SHE THOUGHT I DID NOT DO BIG WOMEN BECAUSE OF THE PICTURES THAT I POST. 

WRONGGGGGG....

I love me some thickness...

Big ol booty and just some thunder thighs...

Big women have the prettiest punanies...

Sitting so pretty with legs pushed back.

Bent on all fours

The other day I said I like to see it wet... legs extended in the air.

Damn big girls have me all fucked up.

Lost in the thick of all that you hold secret in a dress... so damn splendid in some booty shorts.

Lay back and let me play on your playground with my hose... swim in the ocean of yo
u.

I feel the pressure build at the bottom of my scrotum... in the heights of my mind when I see the big beautiful of you.

Walk by and I just want to hold all of that... smack that big ol ass.

Do the things to you that make you call me a freak.... call me big damn daddy... scream into the pillow.

Holler and push my head away as I taste of your honey spot... fill you with the cream of sum yung guy who has aged to perfection lost in the depths of all that you manifest...

Show me your big...

I love to get lost in some thickness...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY