[SOFT SONG

[SOFT SONG] A REPOST FROM MY OTHER PAGE
THE MUSIC...IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU HEAR THIS...
http://youtu.be/3S3HkAEQlVY

WHEN I FOUND THIS PICTURE I THOUGHT OF YOU...HOW YOU SEEM TO BE IN MY MIND EVEN IN THE THROES OF SLEEP...HOW YOU HAVE INVADED EVERY ASPECT OF MY THINKING...I OVERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL.
YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.
IN YOUR BEAUTY YOU WASH OVER ME MAKING ME FEEL BLESSED TO BE IN THE PRESENCE OF YOUR RADIANT PERSONALITY...YOU GLOW LIKE A FLOWER IN THE MOONLIGHT...SCENT OF JASMINE FLOATING IN YOUR WAKE.
ITS SO HARD FOR A WARRIOR TO ABANDON HIS WAYS...TO REALISE THAT SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE CARES...BEEN ON THE BATTLEFIELD WAY TO LONG.
THE FACES OF COMRADES WHO ARE NO LONGER HERE...QUEENS LOST TO THE RAVAGES OF AIDS AND SENSELESS VIOLENCE...SWIRLING IN THE MISTS OF A HARDENED MIND.
I WANT TO BE SO SOFT FOR YOU.
SUCH ARE THE SONGS THAT PLAY IN THE HALLS OF A LONELY MIND...WHERE THE NOTES OF YOUR WORDS ARE THE SYMPHONY...PLAYING AGAINST THE STRINGS OF MY SCARRED HEART.
I LONG TO HOLD YOU...TO TOUCH YOU...TO GIVE YOU PARTS OF ME THAT NO OTHER HAS EVER SEEN.
IN THE DARK OF NIGHT I SEE YOUR IMAGE AS I TOSS AND TURN MY WAY TO A RESTLESS SLEEP...FOR IT SEEMS THAT I AM NOT COMPLETE...ALONE IN THOUGHTS OF BEING HAPPY FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS.
I ALWAYS THINK OF THE GREAT LOVE STORIES WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND...PYRAMIDS AND THE TEMPLES OF SOLOMON... AN OASIS IN THE DESERT OF MY BEING.
ALL I WANTED TO SAY I GUESS IS THAT I NEED YOU.
I LOVE YOU.

HAMZAH FARUQ 

[ALL LAID BARE]

[ALL LAID BARE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LESSON...
http://youtu.be/2BygwqW5P-g

OKAY I THOUGHT THAT I SHOULD GIVE AN INTRODUCTION TO THIS PIECE. THERE IS A LOT OF ALLEGORY HERE, THE FIRST BEING THE DRY BONES. I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THE AFRICAN MAN AND WOMAN ARE THE DRY BONES MENTIONED IN EZEKIAL FROM THE FIRST TIME THAT I READ IT. THE POLICE BELONG TO AN ANCIENT ORDER CALLED THE SHARRIF THAT IS WHY SHERRIFF TRANLATES DIRECTLY TO THIS WORD. THE PYRAMIDS ARE A TRIANGLE YET THEY HAVE FOUR SIDES AND ARE A SQUARE AT THE BASE, THIS BASE IS PERFECT AND WHEN YOU FOLLOW IT YOU GET A CIRCLE. THE LAST PART ABOUT THIRTY THREE AND A THIRD ALLUDES TO THE MASONS WHO ATTAIN 33 AND THIRD DEGREES OF KNOWLEDGE WHICH IS IN FACT A PERCENTAGE OF 360, WHICH IS IN FACT THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF AGAIN A CIRCLE. AFTER THEY ATTAIN THESE DEGREES THEY ARE MADE SHRINERS.THESE MASONS AND SHRINERS MAKE UP THE GOVERNMENT THE CHURCH AND IN FACT CONTROL MOST OF WHAT HAPPENS IN THE WORLD TODAY. LATER ON I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT THE SHRINERS CREST REALLY MEANS BUT THATS FOR ANOTHER DAY.

A smell of the crisp clean air as it circulates around this skin that drapes the sinew of I.
Bones that once were dry lying in a valley of other bones...soldiers of turmoil raised on city streets where the enemy resides within.
Police the true beast as they cruise urban grotto's in armoured machines...bringing forgotten kings to bended knee.
I but a drop of all these lives evaporating back into the mist of mans formation in the chambers of allah.
Amazed eyes and dazzled phyches as I forms these pyramids of words... three sides which stand on the square...degrees of knowledge which are designed to free...to enslave.
360 as all repeats on this road where I pass you by...incomplete the knowledge as it stands 33 and a third percent true.
As you look into my eyes...and I see your soul mystically manifest.
Revealed.

HAMZAHFARUQ 

[HONEY DRIPPED AND DIPPED]

[HONEY DRIPPED AND DIPPED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ART...
http://youtu.be/keOoMiH2QQU

Here you are dripping into my mind like the finest of honey on a beautiful day in October...covering the grays and filtering out the blues.
Such a vivid hue of you as you soothe the wrinkles and caress the crevices, testimonials to hard times where the only thing that got me through were promises of another moment spent in your arms before I ever laid eyes pon you.
Words that vibrate in the strings of my heart and bring rain to thirsty plains where the grass grows so green in your presence as nature bears witness to your beauty.
African history in the browns and blacks of your solar skin, a living testimony to where we rise from as I sigh from my solar core.
Lost in thoughts of you as you play on my mindscreen and I lie in the images and am sweep along, a long time lost in the fluid flow of these thoughts.
A long time in the purgatory of my personal hell where your wings beat at the flames and keep them at bay...the sword of my words beats at the demons, shattering them to smithereens.
And here you are as I taste the sweetness of you on my tongue on a beautiful day in October.

HAMZAHFARUQ 

[BABYLON SONG]

[BABYLON SONG]
THE MUSIC... OH THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/VzFac_ch2tM

So many seem to walk these streets grounded by religiosity and false spirituality... praying to the crown as all falls slowly to the ravages of time...spiraling in beautiful splendor.
As comets hurtle through the depths of seemingly empty space where even the darkest of matter has weight ...as men are conceived in the throes of passion beneath canopies of stars where allah placed we so long ago.
Galaxies that fill all these souls as lives are given back to the cosmos to be breathed in on the air of alien worlds...whispered of on cold nights when things are remembered that chill to the core...sometimes things are better to be forgotten.
As even the beast pays homage to the omnipotence of ar rahman, ar raheem...distant suns rays settling on the surface of distant moons.
Mathematical and analytical as these days seem to meld into a glittering dream of past lives and future times...particles of matter that float in the sun that filters through the window...running from the hand.
If yesterday was the end for someone then today is the beginning for another as atomic clocks tick away the seconds of our being...bricks that dissolve back into the dust from whence they evolved.
So many lost in a sea of information as it swirls on digital airwaves to be decoded and reassimilated filtering into fragile minds.
In these times.

by hamzah faruq 

[HUMDINGER]

[HUMDINGER]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/3QKpvGRJ6lM

On days like these as the earth seems to take a backspin...present reminders of past times and past crimes.
Where somewhere a mother cries cause she cant feed her kids and a man lingers in jail cause of child support.
Tears that fill the core of all these souls living in opposition to all that is so manifest...we have to get along.
Without losing our soul...collectively.
Somewhere somebody lost a child today to a senseless act of violence, whether in war or in the streets.
Whether they were muslim, jew or christian.
South central or central booking.
Somewhere someone sits at a table with a hundred dollar breakfast in front of them bragging about the lives that he manipulates.
The pettiness of his fellow man.
Oh fallen man.
And the small man never realizes that the power is in his hands as he builds monuments to great men...shining towers in all these skies.
Bearing testimony to the power of unity as we work side by side.
In a seperated state...united.
by hamzah faruq 

THE LIONS DEN: [BLACK CHILD VERSIONALLY]

THE LIONS DEN: [BLACK CHILD VERSIONALLY]: [BLACK CHILD VERSIONALLY] THE MUSIC FOR THIS SPIT... http://youtu.be/ mpfPMa5zm1c As I walk these asphalt streets I see glimpses of my ...

[BEASTLY NEEDS]

[BEASTLY NEEDS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TWISTED LOVE TALE...
http://youtu.be/ddchJT-yP3k

I stand at the window and watch her as she takes off her clothes and turns...she sees me and her eyes widen a bit but she does'nt seem to startled by my presence.
I came upon her scent a few days ago in the park where I go to meditate.
It has been many years since I became what I am and I sometimes have to stop and put it into focus..you know. 
Get some perspective.
I push on the glass and step inside and she looks into my eyes before her eyes trail down my body and come to rest between my legs.
She moans and I hear it as clearly as if she had yelled and I move towards her and touch her arm.
She is not afraid and she places her fingers over mine and traces the inch long claws that are my nails.
I pull her to me and inhale deeply of her scent...she is ovulating and it makes my nature rise and my dick grows hard and long beneath the fur that covers my belly.
Her scent is so primal that I am swept along on waves of euphoria.
I notice how hairy she is and I throw her to the bed and her legs fly open and I see her pussy and I fall to my knees and start lap at it and she grabs the back of my head as she erupts time after time into my mouth.
I notice that her nails seem to have grown longer as she holds my head to her throbbing clit.
I stand and look at her and she turns around and spreads her legs and her pussy hangs down and seems to beckon to me as I roar and shake the windows in their panes.
My lust is so strong that it takes everything that I have not to just savage her...ravage her.
I drive my dick into her so hard that I drive her to her stomach and I plunge in and out as she screams her satisfation and begs me to beat her pussy.
It has been so long that I in this state have had a woman that I scratch her as I take her from behind and I see the lines that my claws make as they turn into red welts on her back.
I grab her ass cheeks and pull her to her knees and slam into her as she starts to come and it sprays onto the sheets of the bed.
She turns her head and I notice that her teeth have grown longer as she bites into my hand that covers her mouth and starts to suck at my blood and this seems to turn me on even more as I turn her over and spread her legs and place my hands on her thighs and push back and she lies wide open beneath me.
I smell the scent of our sex as I beat into her womb and she fucks me back.
I start to come and it seems that it will never stop as it fills her and starts to flow out of her and she takes my dick out and I cover her body with my cum.
She lies beneath me in a state of beautiful bliss.
I look at her and she looks at me as we realize what has happened here tonight.
The union of the werewolf and the vampire. 

[ZULU LYRICS...LOST MIND, LONG TIME]

THE PHOTO IS BY©JavieraEstrada2009

[ZULU LYRICS...LOST MIND, LONG TIME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS THANG...
http://youtu.be/JaVlrOu8-jo

Scribble as I drizzle these liqued lyrics onto a screen in a psychedelic mind scream.
Can you hear my roar across the din of all these voices?
The idiocracy of trying to live an assimilated life in a state of Integration.
What a fat funky mess of pigfoot mentality as insanity is the eventuality.
Red, white and blue rope tied round and round...feet can't touch solid ground.
A flipped out lizard and a stranded guerrilla smoking an optimo.
Sometimes it seems so strange that alternate is the reality.
Where we be I see...where we see I be...a solid piece of humanity.
Walking in a warriors worst dream where my brothers live and die to feed the machine.
Tribe of Shabazz roaming in no mans land where the natives were slain by the beasts hands.
The mark on the forelock point to the revolutions of the clock. 
Tick...tock.
Take a stand...take a stand.
I am a rude boi standing virtual primal subsonic body blaster.
As I scribble this drizzle.

by hamzah faruq 

THATS WHY YOU CANT GET AHEAD. A TROY DAVIS DEAD IN YO FACE DISCUSSION.

the photo is called it happens everyday.
by ~GalahadduLac.



THATS WHY YOU CANT GET AHEAD. A TROY DAVIS DEAD IN YO FACE DISCUSSION.
http://youtu.be/SqvIxKdyEwE

TODAY...YES TODAY WE ARE GOING TO DISCUSS THE MURDER OF TROY DAVIS.
What a difference a weekend makes in the collective mind of the black people of Amerikkka.It seems as if black people are content to just move along after receiving not a damn thing. Troy Davis was put to death and no justice was done.
I also want to talk about Obamas part in this thing as well. As president he had the power to stop the execution and institute a federal investigation. He dropped the ball and the gullitine all at the same time.
With this act he clearly showed me that he was not the man that black people thought he was. 
Why do black people always follow the ones who sell them out?
Lets talk about conditioning, Brainwashing, and the fact that the black people in this country have been prisoners of war for almost 500 years.
So many black peple are silent when we need them most and it shows the impact that this conditioning has and is having on our ability to move forward.
OKAY I THINK THATS ENOUGH INTRODUCTION.
LETS GET BUSY!

[FREE] DEDICATED TO THE FAMILY OF TROY DAVIS

[FREE] DEDICATED TO THE FAMILY OF TROY DAVIS
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/RxnC1w4_PjU

Today a mother somewhere cries over the lost life of a child...to the streets...to the streets.
Her tears fall and stain the sheets as she lies in bed...stain the wood of the floor that supports her weight as she rises to go to work.
Last night a father cried tears into the cup that he held in his hand...thinking of his son doing a bid in a white mans version of hell.
Pissy white sheets were just a prelude as crosses burned on lawns and children screamed...houses where the embers rose into darkened skies.
A brother cries right now as he looks at a picture of his brother and hears the cries of what do we do about it...been this way so long.
Pain so strong that it makes a man just wanna grab a gun and buck...fuck some shit up.
To be labled a savage by these same people who bring the disease of drugs into this country...wings of airplanes as angels weep.
Tears fall in a cell somewhere as a human being lives the life of an animal ...pacing in a 10x8...trapped by a rigged fate.
Pillows full of hair as days and nights seem to become one long ass nightmare.
A man somewhere picks up his pen and cries tears of ink onto a piece of paper hoping that they lead to the solving of this miscarriage of just-us.
Dwelling in a constant state of purgatory.
Come now...Let my people go.

HAMZAH FARUQ