THE FORCE

[THE FORCE]

THE MUSIC... IT IS BY ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS SO PLEASE LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/9jxe2U59LM0

The gentleness of water trickling over rocks in a mountain stream singing songs as ancient as the earth... reactions of the petals falling to the ground in the breeze. 

One catches the wind and is carried away to some far off place where it becomes food for ants carried across leaves and twigs.

Pulled into the nest where the colony waits on the queen and life is all connected on pheromonic levels.

A seed taking root and bursting through the ceiling leaves cast open to the shining light...

Green blood that converts the suns rays to food.

A year a small tree... many years a mighty oak holding symbiosis in its branches...

Birds of prey and squirrels as they play... 

Testaments to the struggle... reminders of the will to live.

Rain falling to the floor of the world in lulling patterns... a song of pittering and pattering sploches of liquidity...

Lulling and free in the enormousness of all this nature that seems to elude so many as the roar of moderninity threatens to drown us all in its din.

A moment of reflection in the pool of life that reflects the whole of everything that is we.

A second of introspection as it all is made manifest.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

PARTAKE

[PARTAKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I TRIED TO FIND SOMETHING THAT EXPRESSED BLACKNESS AS I SEE IT...
http://youtu.be/A1JZaBCbIs8

As delicately as the last gasp of air to a man in a sealed room... the last morsal of food to a man in a cage.
I partake of you.
Sometimes so high in thoughts of you in all the tones of your skin... Brown and golden.
Sometimes so down in the pits at the loss of you that I sit in silence... lost in a thought... falling... falling.
Yet I would never want another but you as we were created to be...
You are memories of my mother and my grandmother... memories of my ancestory.
My connection with the most high and all these earthly things bound together in cohabitation.
As delicately as the wing of a butterfly... The ashes of an important scroll as it crumbles to dust... The last drop of water as the sun beats down in the middle of nowhere.
I partake of you.
You flow in the force of me that wakes me as the day breaks and gains momentum... Floats by the windows of our ship as we embark on these journeys... come to our ends.
Sometimes so amped on you I feel it as my blood speeds up and tingles in my extremities... Hard and soft are you...
Touch my biorhythms.
I partake of you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

WHEN

[WHEN]

THE MUSIC. DON'T SLEEP ON IT. IT TOTALLY FITS THE WRITE...

http://youtu.be/gKGipjI4wpw

When my people were primordial and yours were a distant memory of genetic mutation and climatic influence Allah walked with man... Told him things in the time before time where there were no life spans... 

We were whispered of then

When your people were still a distant memory mine were constructing monuments the world over... Pyramids in Egypt... Pyramids in Puebla...Great Zimbabwe's walls and giant heads in Olmec society.

We existed in the seed that they passed to their women that fertilized the eggs and gave birth to new generations.

When biblical stories were being written about great black men. Adam, Moses ,Noah and Jesus...

When black women were looked on as queens and Judith took the head of Holofernes and held it high, blood dripping from the stump and struck fear in an invading army...

Restored the pride of a people.

We were talked of around fires as men wondered what might the future bring.

When the first slave ship named Jesus sailed the seas and brought belly loads of Africans to a strange beach...

When the first black man was killed in front of in front of a crowd of his peers to assert authority...

When the first strange fruit dangled from a tree and Nat Turner was cooked into hair grease... The first black woman raped and impregnated with caucasoid seed... 

We were talked of in a psychological study called the Willie Lynch Theory which predicted cause and effect as asserted by terror and tricknowledge... Pure fuckery.

When white Jesus became the way we see and anything black made into evil... 

When we were denied the right to read...

The right to assembly...

The right to be...

When they killed Martin, Malcolm and crucified Fred Hampton, we were talked of as the future and predicted to be strong...

Black proud and pumping fists of black power.

That was then and this is now...

Here we stand, lost in the forgetting of when.