[IN DEPTH DESCRIPTION]

[IN DEPTH DESCRIPTION]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/CCiIdMTAzxk

If twenty million aliens landed on my street I dont think they would have the groundshaking impact of you.

While all the N.A.S.A. and government agents ran around in airproof suits I would still be trembling from your contact.

Woman you are indeed the antithesis, playing around in my psyche...

Freedom pitted against slavery... life against death.

My dark and my light.

See, in you I have the ability to split these words down to a nucleic level... rotate them spherically in anatomical descriptions of the magnificence of your appearance pon my optical receptors.

Spin you 360 and make known your presence.

Spin you 360 and make you see the royalness of your chocolate reflection.

All the lily white lies of the past uncovered and exposed in the depth of your charge as particulates spray into the air and disperse.

Burn away in the ionosphere of your heat and become the rain which washes whole nations and frees whole societies.

I the astronaut cosmically drifting in the winds of you as you go supernova and blast me along at hypersonic speeds.

In you am I remade again and again in the image of all that man is, was and will ever be.

I stand here woman frozen in awe...

Suspended in the radiance of your melanin meditatively.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[TOP FREAK]

[TOP FREAK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE ROMP...
http://youtu.be/PFH_5u2C1mc

I am the worlds top freak.
I mean that in a totally heterosexual way.
I like it when we do it rough.
Booty bouncing... titties in my mouth.
You all pushed up in the corner hollering as I beat that punani up.
Wet thighs and sweat on your titties.
The worlds top freak as I pound you from behind on the side of the car.
Cars speeding by... I want them to see me drop this weight.... all up in your walls.
Me man!!!
You woman!!!
In the parking lot of the mall with your legs pushed all the way back as I swell the opening of your womb...
Big dick all up in your belly.
The worlds top freak as we do it on the floor with the curtains open... as I stand and you suck on big daddies swollen pole...standing at attention.
On the back porch... at the restaraunt as I reach under your skirt and rub that clit... I hear the sharp intake of air across your lips.
Let me tie you up and surprise you...bring you to a mind shattering orgasm.
Woman you belong to me...
The worlds top heterosexual freak.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MY FAVORITE TEACHER]

[MY FAVORITE TEACHER]
THE MODEL IN THIS PHOTO IS A FRIEND OF MINE ON FACEBOOK AND SHE HAS A WHOLE LOT OF PHOTOS ON THE WEB. PLEASE WELCOME DEEDEE CARLOS. I LIKE HER LOOK. SHE SEEMS REAL AND SHE REALLY IS. THANK YOU DEEDEE.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE AND I ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/gJg9FJEj2iM

My teacher pays me for grades...
Yep you heard me right, she pays me for grades.
One A and she shows me what she is wearing underneath... big ass and all that.
Two A's and she takes off a little more... bends over and touches the floor.
My teacher got me fucked all up in the poetry that she speaks to me... I be all caught up in the fantasy as it leaves her lips and filters into my ears.
Three A's and shit gets real deep as she reaches out and touches me... still she will not let me touch her... sparks of her light strokes as I inhale sharply... electrically.
Four A's and things get heavy... her bent over my couch... me pressing my rigid pole into her vision yet she will not open her lips.
Not the ones on her face, she makes me kiss her between her thighs before I am allowed to slide in... missionary style.
Five A's and she becomes mine and I am allowed to draw from her years of experience... the font of my erotic needs... We naked and wet as I take her and listen to her moans, as I turn her this way and that... beat at the fluid that coats her walls and squirts from her clit.
My teacher knew me the first moment she laid eyes on me... I knew her the first time I saw her...
All I needed was a little inspiration to maintain a 4.5 G.P.A. 
She inspires me indeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THAT PHAT CAT]

[THAT PHAT CAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN
http://youtu.be/GTfPvSjWiCQ

You got such a pretty phat cat, spread your legs and let me see all that.
Phat cat hanging so sweet... all up in my big booty dreams.
Lay back and show me in slow motion as you open them big ol thighs.
Ahhhhh.
Pretty purple lips and pink flashes of your tunnel where it seems I become lost in the mushy, gooshy softness of your lust.
The rock hardness of my pole all covered in veins... stroking and probing my way to the interior of your womb... ribbed for your pleasure.
A heartbeat away from exploding as I drink of the phat of your cat.
Man in the boat standing at attention... a most beautiful clit if I may say so.
Your phat cat got me all caught up... lost in beastly degrees of digression as you bend and twist in nakedness beneath me.
On top of me in a reverse cowgirl... bent over the edge of the bed... covered in a shining haze of sweat... hollering in obvious release.
A slap of my hand as I smack into your skin and see the waves of your asscheeks crashing to the shores of my flesh.
Show me that phat cat and lets wet the bed and the floor.
You got such a pretty phat cat, spread your legs and let me see all that.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/em0stb6BFoU

Woman so complex... Makes a man wonder, makes a man ponder.
Woman echoing in the framework of all that we are... all that we will become.
We these babes that grow from a womans love, her hate and scorn.
So many take for granted her complexity, lost in lies of Adam and Eve... Mary Magdalene
Apples and trees... seven veils and Knights Templer.
Woman you intrigue as your tale is weaved across the span of human existence...
Drips and drops of you in melodic tones falling from singing lips.
Ebony and pecan tan skin tones as scribed on your surface... carved into your skin.
Beauty begins within.
Woman for you have boys became men... made transitions and manifested...
Black butterflies spreading drying wings and flying off into the rays of the distant sun.
Slaves to your charms.
Islands of plenty glowing on the horizon as we the ships float in the vacuum of so much dead space...
In the blackest of night where even what is revealed is hidden... in the forest of mankinds laws.
Woman you have the ability to build and create... destroy and tear down... soothe the savage mind.
Whole nations exist in your passing... in your awakening.
Lost in the complexity of your complexion.
Intentionally.


JERALD HAMZAHFARQ MURPHY

[INSIDE AND OUT]

[INSIDE AND OUT]
the music for this one. be advised it is hotta dan dragon fyah...
http://youtu.be/

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If I could right now I would write my way under your clothes... tell you the things that I want to do to you.
Display my beastly nature.
Yet it is not ordained that I speak to you in such a manner at this time so I say these soft words to you.
Words designed to play on your beauty... to allude to your strength... to cast an allusion of your illusion as it plays in the theatre of this and all these lives.
I sit here with all my primitive emotions bound in restraints as I see you in all your splendor while I drink it all in... sweet liqued across the receptors of my optics... invision the ambrosia as it saturates my perception.
I want to write my way through your body and end up behind you standing so close as I whisper in your ear... melt you with the heat of my words... change your world.
I a mage of indescribable power as I weave a picture of we standing clothed in the sand as the waves lap at our feet and I show you parts of me that no other has seen... shush, shush, shush, go the waves as the sun falls and the moon rises.
You a queen of amazing beauty as your heartbeat becomes the drums that my words dance to... ancient rythms played out on black and white keys.
Keyboards and synthesizer drumpads that pay homage to the true beauty of you in all your regality... 
Fully clothed...
A queen.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/em0stb6BFoU

Woman so complex... Makes a man wonder, makes a man ponder.

Woman echoing in the framework of all that we are... all that we will become.

We these babes that grow from a womans love, her hate and scorn.

So many take for granted her complexity, lost in lies of Adam and Eve... Mary Magdalene

Apples and trees... seven veils and Knights Templer.

Woman you intrigue as your tale is weaved across the span of human existence...

Drips and drops of you in melodic tones falling from singing lips.

Ebony and pecan tan skin tones as scribed on your surface... carved into your skin.

Beauty begins within.

Woman for you have boys became men... made transitions and manifested...

Black butterflies spreading drying wings and flying off into the rays of the distant sun.

Slaves to your charms.

Islands of plenty glowing on the horizon as we the ships float in the vacuum of so much dead space...

In the blackest of night where even what is revealed is hidden... in the forest of mankinds laws.

Woman you have the ability to build and create... destroy and tear down... soothe the savage mind.

Whole nations exist in your passing... in your awakening.

Lost in the complexity of your complexion.

Intentionally.

[HISTORIC SCROLL]OR LETS BUST IT DOWN TO THE LAST COMPOUND

[HISTORIC SCROLL]OR LETS BUST IT DOWN TO THE LAST COMPOUND
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/2FCYutgffcw


Where once you thought you had crushed our story.. buried it in a white Bible... trampled it beneath Manifest Destiny.
We arise in new times the random factor in a bowl of frosted flakes... truth has been twisted into lies to keep the masses appeased... Whole congregations lost on bended knees... eyes cast upwards to false representations of heaven and mans origins... speaking in tongues and falling in the aisles.
Slobbering on hog and drinking legal liquer as sold at the corner store... lost in Babylon as black children die a little inside everyday.
On the sidewalks and under the trees... standing in the face of all this opposition... so many who think that slavery was their beginning... forgetting that without Africa there would be no here and now.
Running to the polls to vote cause you been told so... Obama has done the same thing that every other president did... gave us his ass to kiss after we swole the polls.
This is not our system and thats why we seem to never rise democratically or republican... conservatively or liberally... in fantasy or literally.
A black man on the evening news is more than likely appearing in a mugg shot... in a sitcom the buffoon... a reality show the loud black bitch.
In the ghettos our words are starting to take hold... teachers roaming among the poor who speak of majestic societies in times past... majestic societies in mans future...
And you thought you had crushed our story.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[DARK DAYS COME OUR WAY]OR WHY DOES INSANITY KEEP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR?

[DARK DAYS COME OUR WAY]OR WHY DOES INSANITY KEEP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR?
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/guN02lfVLF4


When a child we have no idea of the things which we will face... the treachery of life.
The joy, the pain...  pleasure and turmoil.
We who think that we know it all until life throws us a curve ball.
We find ourselves looking to the clouds, the trees, the waves of the ocean for answers, the sea of humanity for words of wisdom, of comfort.
In the darkness we find monsters lurking... lurking...  scratching at the fragility of sanity.
Not in a physical sense these monsters do they manifest... fragments in tortured minds.
Remnants of all that we have lived, the right and the wrong.
We who leave the comfort of home to go out into this world sure that we have all the keys.
We who think that we know it all until life becomes the pressure that we live.
The day to day grind mixed with a little sarcasm, a little laughter, a smile, a frown.
These wrinkles in our foreheads that tell the story of who we really are inside.
These words are the testimony to all this built up need to speak to children who have no idea of these things that they must one day face.
Demons exist... demons manifest.
We are the gatekeepers.
We.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]

[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL...
http://youtu.be/
NtaS47nbDqI

I think of thee in a thunderstorm of epic proportions.

A rain of emotions washing across the plain of mine sanity in torrential sheets.
Wind driving water into the windows of mine soul... trickling down in undefined lines... aqua so fluid.
We swept along in the flood as it threatens to wash it all away... memories and all.
A picture floating away... away.
Grey and black clouds that seem to touch the tops of mental trees as a day becomes a year, a year a decade and a score.
Pain does not go away it just become a little less sharp as its blade grows rusty and dull.
Sometimes taken from its box and cleaned... shining as it is rubbed and carressed.
Glint of the tears as they fall onto its steel and shimmer in watery drops that catch the reflection of a man.
Blinding the force of this tempest as it threatens to change the very land that a man doth stand on.
Submerge all in a watery grave.
The sun shall come out tomorrow... the sun... the sun.

[FUNKY MIDNIGHT REFLECTION]

[FUNKY MIDNIGHT REFLECTION]
THE MUSIC AND YOU HAD BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MQjenv8Po0k

Woman...
Thy on the wrinkles of mine funky mind... swinging on mine mental vine.
Woman all thicked out and drizzling like syrup into the works... ummm so sweet.
Deep dark chocolate and sensual brown eyes.
I adrift in thy megaverse... multiplistically if i may start a discourse of the complexity of  thine influence on the artistic in me.
I in great divergence as considered mathematically.
Woman...
The root of mine equation squared...
In thee quantum physically... interdimensionally...  feel me?
360, as the circle complete... 
I shall scribe thee pyramidically... all off in your pi.
Break thee down to the very last compound... chemically and atomically... anatomically.
Woman...
In the thump thee are the bass... in the melody the tweet... in the song the sweetest sound as it plays across eardrums.
Wrapped up and laid down.
In the lab of mine scientific analogy thy art the key to cure some of mans disease... blue dreams and such.
Fill mine cup and let me ingest of thee as I digress into thou interdimensionally.
Woman.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

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

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

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL57D6D7EA9F725484


J
"Lisa right" I ask as I sit a little straighter to ease the beating of my heart.
Damn she smells good.
Today she is wearing a sundress and I see the brown of her thighs and look away before I lose it right here on this bus.
She has fueled so many of my late night fantasies and I have touched her in so many dreams that I have to restrain myself from reaching over and rubbing her.
I look into her eyes and start to talk to her. I ask her if the the child that I have seen her with from time to time is hers and she tells me yes.
We talk back and forth for awhile before I actually realize that our conversation is good. That she is interested in what I say.
As she talks I look into her eyes... I look at the way her lips move.
I do not want to forget a second of this moment.
She has turned in the seat a little bit and I really have to contain my self to keep from staring down.
Her breasts beg for my touch... her thighs, mmmmmm.
She asks me why I am alone. How long has it been?


L
He said my name and I melted right there in my seat. After all this time, we are finally having a conversation. That smile, those eyes, and his deep baritone just sent me over the edge. My external self is ALWAYS ladylike. But internally I'm doing somersaults. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. I hang onto every word that falls from his beautiful mouth to my attentive ears. Turns out he is a chef, which is great because I love to eat. We have a few things in common, like our love for writting. He asked if the child he has seen me with was mine and i said yes. Even though we sat in the middle of the loud disruptions on the bus, I can only see and hear him. Content in our own little world. Conversation flowed like melted butter on rolls. I looked into his eyes and he's ruggedly handsome. I couldn't help but notice a few strands of hair peek through his uniform. Oh, how I love a man with a hairy chest. His eyes: passionate. His lips: made to be kissed.
What am I doing? I question myself about that temporary moment of lustful thoughts. I'm only human. It HAS been two years.
But I can't help but wonder why is he single?


J
Time has taken on a new meaning. All that I see is she, all that I am is her.
I look into her eyes and it is as if can see her soul, as if it is meant for us to be here at this moment in time.
She is fine as hell and I keep thinking I want to touch her... yet as a king I must repress such primitive urges... my primal need.
We talk for awhile while I bask in her energy.
I tell her what kind of work I do and she also tells me that she is a writer. Wow!
I sense that there is another question on her mind and I ask her to ask me anything.
She looks at me and says "Why are you single?"
I think for a moment before answering...
I tell her of the time that I spent in jail cause that's where it all began, the promises that I made to Allah.
I tell her of my last real relationship.
How I wanted it to work out sooo bad that I stayed just a little to long because of my love for my children.
How one year alone became two and two became five.
She listens to my every word and times seems to have slowed down as I pour out my soul to this woman that I have just met.


L
I listen to his words and I absorb them like a sponge. Every spilled syllable from his lips are suctioned up and saved in my memory bank. My heart bleeds for him, as I symphathize and relate to his plight. The failed relationship, how it must have affected their children. I never would have thought looking at him now that he was incarcerated. I want to hug him and let him know that I understand. Tell him that after hitting rock bottom, there's nowhere left to go but up. I shared my private pain with him as well. How I married my college sweetheart and had two beautiful children. Twenty years of marriage came to an abrupt end when infidelity came into play. Without warning, I was broadsided and I still haven't fully recovered from the devastation of losing my other half. But today as I talk to this King, I see that there's hope. He's brought a glow to my face that's been missing. The joy in my heart is unexplainable. All of this from a man I barely know. But it feels like we've known each other forever. I look out of the window and notice that my stop is coming up.
Damn...


J
She listens as I talk and I can see that she is paying attention I also know that her stop is coming up.
She looks at me anxiously and begs my pardon as she gathers her stuff.
I grab my backpack and stand with her and she looks at me with surprise in her eyes as I walk to the door of the bus with her and when the bus stops and she opens the door I step off behind her.
We stand there for a second before I ask her her phone number.
I pull my Samsung from my pocket and add her to my contacts and we continue to talk as she walks up to the doors of the school she works at.
I do not want to let her go.
I have waited so long for this moment.
I ask her when I can see her again and she says she doesn't know we will figure that out when we talk tonight.
It takes a moment for that to register and when it does I smile.
She turns and walks away and I watch as she disappears through the doors of the school.
I unlock my phone and call my job to tell them I will be late as I walk down the sidewalk.
Lisa... 
Lisa all on my mind.
Mmmm mmm mmmm.


L
Time flies when you're having fun. The short time we had on the bus sharing glances into each others lives... as well as our eyes... has flown by in the blink of an eye. To my surprise I noticed that he followed my lead off of the bus and asked for my phone number. I see that he has a samsung, as do I. Yet another common thing that we share. We exchanged numbers as he asked when would we see each other again... away from public transportation. I promised him that I would call him tonight so we could make plans. We're both busy with work and kids, so I hope we could make time soon. I dreaded walking through the door at my job as I watched him slowly walk away. I close my eyes and take a deep sigh. That warm smile and trusting eyes are etched in my brain. You know, that side of the brain that boils creative juices and holds beautiful memories hostage. Yup, I have my visual of him locked away safely. It's going to be a long day.