[MAD SAD LOVE DREAM]

[MAD SAD LOVE DREAM]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/e6zMv6BkcCo


I feel you tugging at the strings of my heart playing like an acoustic guitar... stroking me... stroking me in the depths of my sleep.
I turn and there you are. 
I wonder cause you seem to know the ins and out of me... the ups and downs...
So long without a companion.
One who overstands that to be me is to be free, for from freedom come these living testaments that I seek to reveal to the future.
So much like torture when I am held back, to be buried in a shallow grave as people walk past and over... shadows of their former selves... stepping in my face.
Once they were in color...
So vibrant.
Now the dirt fills my eyes... gritty. shitty and full of worms.
Digging... digging.
I feel you tugging at my recognition across all these years where I have been alone... surrounded by the crowd... bumping against the transparent me.
One day may I find you... one day may we live in each others arms while looking into each others eyes.
I fucking feel you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[POETIC SUNDANCE IN WINTERS HOLD]

[POETIC SUNDANCE IN WINTERS HOLD]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/GrIiJuKHoRM

In the dead of winter as clouds cover the sun and the skeletons of trees dot the landscape...
Cold visions of this stark reality.
Chilling fingers of memories past seeping in and caressing in the darkness of night...
Crossing over into the overcast days.
A poetic journey into the freezing mentality where even the joy is tinged with sadness.
Cold are the ways of men... Cold are the ways of woman.
All have done dirt... Tried to sweep it under the proverbial carpet.
Covered it up.
Just like these clouds that hide the sun... Keep it from shining through.
Let a man see... Let a man be.
Break the barriers that hold we bound.
Set humanity free...
Basking in the sunshine we.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy