THESE KEYS

[THESE KEYS]

THE BEAT FOR THIS SCRIBE... DON'T MISS OUT...

http://youtu.be/2bQmzEzm3WQ

When I touch these keys I try to rip the music of the cosmos out of the nether, notes  floating around in the dust of creation that fills the empty spaces where antimatter falls into matter... becomes substantial.

A tickle of the black and white and these lines become syntax, digitally installed into this realm where humanity lives to the beat of a throbbing pulse...

Thumping in these living hearts and flowing through these veins and membranes.

Trying to make the music that will fell the walls of ignorance and dead dreams sanctuaries where so many find themselves lost and cowering in the corner.

Stand and rise oh ye sons of man.

Trickles of music that these words become as they are repeated in all these scales and tones... rising and falling... falling and rising.

Trailing off into the cosmicality of the situation... the causality, that place where two nuerons become the basis of one as they multiply by billions and life erupts from stormy seas.

Struggling for air from between a young queens thighs... dry these weeping eyes.

This alphabetic music that I stroke from these letters and cast to the four winds, tattered is the cloak that covers my ravaged form in this driving storm of creation that blasts across my synapses... sparks of lightning in a mind ablaze... carressing these keys as the pain translates itself.

Soul crying out to be be free from the preponderous weight of all the wrong that I have committed on the way to becoming me... soul screaming at the things that I have seen.

Will the good ever outweigh the bad...

I tickle these keys

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[SOUL CITY REQUIEM ] PRELUDE TO A SCREAM

[SOUL CITY REQUIEM ] PRELUDE TO A SCREAM
THE BEAT FOR THIS SONG... THIS REQUIEM...
http://youtu.be/uMAnFAA0_a4

Another day in the city where we inhabit these streets in our splendor... Shining castles and horseless carriages tricked out and gleaming in the sun.
Maybelline queens and pretty thugs... Winos drunk on the corner, "Bish can I get a dollar? I lost my dream a long time ago in the savage streets of the ghetto."
Crack fiends peeking out of windows and somebody dies from a driveby.
Take a pause for the natural women, smelling like oil from the muslims.
Queens and hoes coexisting as the great orb transits the sky.
Glowing in the distance are the buildings dedicated to running our lives, Industrial centers and clean streets downtown where the dudes in suits speak like they got shit in they mouth... spit that shit and live that shit... thats what that shits about.
Courtrooms where all you are is another nigger that the streets could do without, fuck yo kids and yo wife, consumed by the savage beast... the economy.
Damn these teeth is sharp!
Police cruising the streets in death machines, pistol on their side as they park and look at computer screens, facial identity.
Cannon in the clips under the rearview... mossberg pump a put a big hole in a man... lay his guts all over the land.
Some shit so real you just can't say it nicely... describe that shit in a good way... reality slaps dead to the grey.
Life so like a violent lover... it hurts, yet we fight so hard to stay alive even when we find ourselves beaten down.
Love and life... life and love.
Such necessary pain if we are to exist.
In this the splendor of our times where we are found needing each other so much as we dwell farher and farther apart...
Food for the machine... fodder for the beast.
Bout time to wake the fuck up and get mentally strapped... load yo mind.
This is just another day in the city where so many lost souls reside.

THIS IS ONE OF THE DEFINITIONS FOR REQUIEM: a musical composition in honor of the dead.

BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.