WE NEED

[WE NEED]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE. I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/b5D22VCGkmI

There you are born of mans need... born of grains of sand and water molded into perfection.

Where I thrust out you fold in... where I am hard... you soft.

Where I am dry you are wet.

Sating my thirst.

A mirage manifesting in shimmering vision as the highway falls beneath my feet, so many miles traveled, so many to go.

There you are formed naked and free... clothed by the need to control... clothed by closed minds.

Where once you were the definition of beauty you have now embraced the illusion... makeup and new shoes.

Once fresh now just another face in the crowd of being the same.

Fake hair, nails and injected behinds and you scream at us to keep it real.

Teflon queens and maybelline dreams of covering it all up.

There you are still the apple in man fruit tree... the pineapple in mans field of vision... a cocoa seed waiting to be the chocolate that melts on mans taste buds.

So sweet that to be without you is the worst sort of craving.

Here we are, men still suspended in that need.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

AS

[AS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/YQ2rOqdD-HU


As...
As the sun rises above the cosmos and drowns out the light of the other stars, leading us into day.
We these fragmented pieces of those who traveled the stars in a time before.
Once when we remembered who we were.
The garden on other planets and in other realms.
Once when we walked with Allah as our guide... Angels of fire and life infinite.
So far has man fallen from the mark as he is guided by the conglomerate to fiery ends...
Blazing hellfire... Screams into the smoke to be let go... Thermonuclear devastation as the leaders lead us into war.
As...
As we cross into a new millenia still lingering in the vestiges of racism and holding our fellow man down.
Forgetting that we once ruled vast kingdoms and our minds.
That the key lies within.
As the moon rises and the stars break out of their cages are we...
The guide to above and beyond as a moor stands at the helm.
As we.

Jerald hamzahfaruq Murphy

[WE ALWAYS COME BACK]

[WE ALWAYS COME BACK]

THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS....

http://youtu.be/YQ2rOqdD-HU

Once when a child love so new seemed to be the sweetest thing...

Fairy tales where princesses waited in glades and princes rescued them from witches and monsters...

They got married and lived happily ever after in perpetual peace.

Time went on and a young boy saw episodes of domestic violence and broken hearts as love began to reveal her truth.

The witches and monsters sometimes lived in the same house and love wasn't always such a nice thing...

Love had a temper, she could take a nice day and make a beautiful woman cry, turn a cool dude into a fool running around tearing shit up.

Love was jealous and sometimes carried rage... she was the cause of crimes of passion and of  a whole lot of wars.

Her many manifestations ripping at the sanity of so many.

A young man emerged and love tore at his hormones as girls seemed to take on new meaning... Stolen kisses in the parking lot of the church... in the hallways at school.

Foolishly thinking that love was under control as she continued to teach her lesson... Love so harsh a teacher cause its the ones you love who hurt you most... Love has made them closest.

An older man and love still calls out in the night... dreams of her that make a man awake with tears on his cheeks... Missing her so much.

Love seems sometimes to be the bitch and sometimes the whore... sometimes the dirty motherfucker that we never want to anymore.

Love never leaves and we never let go...

Love threatens to rip our hearts out of our chests, to consume our souls and gives us moments of happiness and joy...

We need her so much.

We always find ourselves coming back to love no matter how much she hurts.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY