[GET IT POPPIN]

[GET IT POPPIN]
THE MUSIC... AND THIS SAVAGE ROMP WAS WRITTEN TO THIS. YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT...
http://youtu.be/n13eMU6nhak

Damn you bout a blast to the frontal of my cerebral cortex...
I can feel you all the way down to my fuckin toes...
If I said that anyway I wouldn't be telling the truth and we can't be having that.
In my old man I wanna lay you down and show you the benefits of experience...
A moment as I make you tremble and quiver... moan and shake.
Beat that thang like an old Miami bass song... poot that thang up... toot that thang up.
Butt naked on a pole with flashing lights as Big Daddy sits back and enjoys the view...
More bounce to the damn ounce.
When I saw you, you invaded all my space and took me on an inter-galatic trip... I so fucked up in the confines of your ship.
I come at it this way cause its the truth and as I said I got to tell you that.
The beast is pressing at the windowpane of my temples as you stand in all your splendor, a chocolate delight.
A melt down on the tip of my tongue... a trickle on my tastebuds.
A shimmering vision as you vibrate the vibrant in me... fuck wit my manly mentality.
You indeed a sight to behold.
A blast to the frontal lobe of my cerebrals
 Let get it poppin.

JERLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH PART 4 REVELATIONS

 [THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 4.... REVELATIONS
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NkEQQdKi-Q&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrYpUpJ6-cqdQzEzMyRvJlqS


Sampson wakes and walks out of his room.
It is predawn and the day is beginning. When you live far out thats how things are. Animals wake before most humans.
The men sit at the table and begin to eat. His mother talks about some curtains she saw at the store that she wants and he and his dad look at each other devilishly.
The curtains are out in the barn and they are her birthday present.
It has been two years since the incident with the lion and Sampson seems to have taken on the attributes of the lion.
He moves fluidly and his voice is like a soft roar.
He leans back and almost tips his chair and his parents laugh at him.
His dad tells him to make sure that he is home by dinner and they exchange that look again.
Sampson stands and kisses his mother on the cheek and she giggles and hits him with the towel she is holding and her smile lights up the room.
His father kisses her a well and they leave the room together and walk onto the porch.
When they are away from the house his father touches him on the arm and signals for him to follow him. They walk into the barn and his father turns around and looks at him and begins to talk "Son I have talked to you since you were a boy and I swear you done absorbed all that anda whole lot more.
I bet you and that dog got some stories to tell." He looks at the dog and the dog looks at him as if to say "Yes we do."
He continues... "Son you know how we ended up here, and that your real mama died that day but God gave you another mama. Son we were blessed and I think you got something to do with that too. You are the best son a man can have, you listen and follow instructions and yet you have your own thing.
 I have showed you how to work with wood and you showed me some things too. Those statues you make are almost beyond description.
I want to give you something today son. Its the only thing that I have to remind me of your mother besides her wedding ring but I feel that it should be yours."
He goes to a corner and pulls a trunk from under some blankets and stuff and opens it and reaches deep inside. He pulls a small black box from it and looks at it for a second before he opens it and extracts a gold chain with a gold charm on it. He opens it and looks at it for a second before handing it to his son.
Sampson takes it and looks at the picture and his breath escapes him. This is the woman from his dreams.
"Thats your real mama son but you know that you got two real mamas son.
Son the funny thing is that I swear when I woke up I saw a man walking into the woods and he must have been an angel cause his skin was black and white, I wonder if that was just the bump on my head but I also think that that was God sending an angel."
Sampson looks at his father and he walks up to him and hugs him. It is something that he has not done in a long time and his father is stunned.
They talk a little while longer and Sampson begins his chores.
Later that morning he is miles away at the camp of Melchizedek and he shows the picture to Melchizedek and he says "Yes she was beautiful."
He says it in a way that implies that he knew her and he begins his tale.
" I heard the sounds of battle from the forest where I was hunting and came from the woods at an angle where I was not seen, I saw the white men shoot first one man and then another. I saw a woman with a small babies and the man protecting her. I saw when she was shot and fell with the baby under her. I prayed that he lived in that second. Time freezes in battle. You now know that.
The mn who was protecting the woman went wild at that moment and he grabbed a shovel and knocked one of the white men from his horse. It was at this moment that I took one of the arrows from my back and put it through another of the white devils eye sockets. That was when one of them rode up behind the black man and knocked him out. I knew I had to act fast to save him. I took another arrow out and thats when they opened fire. I was in an open area and knew I had to lead them away from the man and I ran into the trees. They gave chase but I eluded them. They knew that they might be discovered at any moment and they left. I watched as they looted the wagons and packed their dead friend and the wounded one into a wagon. I guess they figured the man would die and they left. I came from the trees and checked on the man and the baby and they were both okay. I placed the child back with his mother and went into the woods again. I watched the man wake up and followed him as he walked to the town.
Something in the child's eyes when I checked on him told me he was special and I wanted to see him safe.
I have been here every since."

If you wanna see the rest you have to let me know.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED

[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/EI9knQujzJM

Once again I look into her eyes and she places her finger to her lips moves it away and says something.
The blood rushing through my brain won't let me hear it though and I press on.
I reach out and touch the puffy nipples of her breasts and marvel at the purity of her brown skin.
The sharp intake of her breath as it rushes past her pretty teeth on the way to her holy throat excites something in me.
I feel the rush as I the beast emerge and push her back on the bed and throw her legs open.
I lick at her clit, I suck at her clit, I hum on her clit.
I let the head of my preponderous appendage become the hammer and I spank her clit with it, the juice of my pre-cum merges with the fluidity of her and splashes a little bit.
I am lost to my beastly nature and I push into her...Feel my dick as it pushes past her lips and enters the sheath of her.
My sword is sharpened in the friction and I move back and forth.
Watch her eyes roll back and her mouth fly open as she moans... As she screams his name...
I take his place and continue to beat at the opening and indeed the back of her womb.
Everything that I say is sexuality as I fuck her like the wild animal she is and she purrs and growls.
These are the things that I the beast know... The secret desire to be feral and the need to release...
I am one of the gatekeepers of this knowledge and I use it to bring her freedom.
To grant her the knowing of her beauty... In her stretch marks in the folds the lines and the wrinkles.
Once again I look into her eyes from the back of his... She places her finger to her lips.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH. PART THREE

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART THREE
THE SOUNDTRACK... YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS MESSAGE...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTVoSkcZ3Rw&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynraSQ-AU3iffrHpqekAPp9I4


The days pass and the boy grows under the teachings of the man whose name is Melchizedek. He lives in a cave that is not far from a stream.
This is where he and Sampson find themselves on this day and the boy has learned that it is not wise to press to hard in his questions to his teacher.
Melchizedek has told him that he was born in Africa which is where all men originated and he studied something called kung fu in a place called China where the men have slanted eyes. He was stolen and brought to this place and sold to a white man.
He learned to speak the language and how to read and escaped but not before killing the white man, his family and anyone who knew of him and went to live with some Indians who taught him their ways.
Melchizedek is dressed in what he calls his battle uniform and he is painted. He moves with precision as he prepares the things the boy will need this day. They have prepared for this day for over 2 years and Sampson has grown into a strapping young man.
They walk away from the camp and soon they are deep in the forests that lead to the mountains.
They have watched their prey for some time now and this will be the boys first excursion on his own.
They walk for about two hours and Melchizedek turns to him and says "The rest is up to you."
He then turns and walks back the way they came and disappears into the woods.
Sampson watches as he melds into the trees and turns and reaches down and touches his dog who perks up.
He knows something is happening and he is ready as well.
They begin to walk and soon they come to where they need to be and the dog picks up the scent of their prey, he does not bark or bay, he simply lays into the scent and he and the boy begin to trot at a steady pace through the trees.
They run for miles and neither the boy nor the dog seem to tire.
All of a sudden the dog stops and looks around and the boy does as well.
The forest has gone silent and they seem to be the reason when suddenly out of the trees a golden blur erupts and slams into the side of the dog and the dog and the blur growl and snarl as they roll around.
Sampson runs to where they are and the animals break apart and Sampson looks into the slit eyes of his prey.
All he carries is a knife and he already has it in his hand and he and the dog stand side by side as the Mountain lion moves around them.
His fur is raised and he seems to be sizing them up.
He charges at them and Sampson flips off to one side as the dog feints. The lion though is old and wise and he reaches out a paw which rips Sampson's shirt open, yet there is no time to think of that for the lion brings the fight straight to them and it is all both the boy and the dog can do as they dodge and parry with this adversary.
The lin raises dust and it mixes with the dust that they raise as the lion pounces on the dog and Samson sees the claws as they rip into his friends flesh.
He rushes in and stabs the lion in the side but this just enrages him further and almost as quick as the eye can see he is on Samson.
Sampson feels the hot fetid breath of the lion and looks into its cold feral eyes as he strikes with deadly precision and stabs the lion in the throat and twists the knife.
The lion falls on him and he lies there for a moment and a memory flashes of a time when someone else lay on him. A pretty woman.
The dog comes over and tugs at the lion and together he and Sampson get him off of him.
They both look like crap right about now and Sampson thinks of what his mother is going to say when she sees him tonight.
Damn!
He walks to the dog and looks at the gash in his leg and goes over to where he dropped the bag and pulls a jar from it and rubs it into the dogs wounds and that is when he notices he is bleeding himself.
He looks sown and there is a gash in his abdomen which though deep is not lie threatening.
He rubs some of the salve on it and begins the task of skinning the lion.
He and the dog bury the carcass of the lion out of respect and walk away.
As they come to the camp of Melchizedek he walks out to meet them and for the first time since he met the boy he hugs him, looks him in the eyes and says.
"You are boy no more."

jerald hamzah faruq murphy

[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE

[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/CRAGpIlIDFk


As I fire off a furious flurry of staccato alphabetic percussives and lay the crowd down... 21 shots to 21 craniums... brains splattered on the walls...
Red paint dribbling down.
Lyrical mayhem as scared fools scatter like antelopes... Lion... Lion! 
Eyes open wide and nostrils flared... fight turned into flight... survival by any means as the cold steel pen turns automatic.
Punks jump up to get beatdown by this verbal ju jitsu style... slammed straight to the cold hard ground.
Crushed tracheas striving to spit another weak line... tears of ink leaking from squeezed ducts.
A flash as adverbs fly and conjunction occurs
I rain metaphors like napalm on urban jungle streets... a pure southern master of verbology welding a loaded clip full of synonyms and hyperbole.
Able to leap whole worlds... Make aliens overstand as my missiles fall on other lands... literary literally lateral and complete...
You thought I like them...
I told you I was unique.
I came to shoot up the place and lay the crowd down... Pop off these rounds and leave you shocked into awe.
Shattered glass and knocked over chairs bear testament to the ferocity of this attack...
Lionnnn... Lionnnnnn!!!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

"(THE WAY I SEE) THE SEXUAL BEAST SPEAKS

"(THE WAY I SEE) THE SEXUAL BEAST SPEAKS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNBiUwNjQd0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Picture you butt naked and laid all out… The brown of your skin as I admire the plumpness of your thighs.
The pretty petals of your blossoms peeking from the blackness of your bushes as I the explorer gaze upon the shores of your melanic continent… A fatter monkey than any I have ever seen.
The beast that screams from the depths of my belly… lust and just plain raw savageness.
His breath coming in bursts that threaten to set all ablaze… His touch raises goosebumps in anticipation of his manipulations…
Welcome to the lair…
Such a delectable morsel as it I the traveler manipulate with rough tongue.
Your cries the fuel for my kinetic energy… Feeding the fyah of my engine… Beat and pound… turn it around… Beat and pound.
My name a chant echoing in the chamber of my fantasies where you a willing slave wait on your knees… a feral queen beast…
There you lie all but naked and spread…
I prepare to feed on the nature of your freak.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY"

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART TWO

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART TWO
THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS EPISODE...


The day dawns hot and the father who it turns out is named Smokey wakes before the sun rises above the horizon.
He turns and looks at his wife and smiles as he thinks back.
She saved his life and the life of his son.
It has been 10 years since he arrived here and the men who perpetuated the crime have never been caught.
He rolls out of bed and goes into the other bedroom and looks in on his son who sleeps in the bed that he built with his own hands.
He is a carpenter and a damn good one and it has served him well.
The family is doing well.
He wakes his son and together they leave the house.
The boy goes off to tend to his chores and as Smokey walks he thinks of his son.
The boy is mindful but quiet and he seems to learn things in a different way... he asks questions for which there seems to be no answer and then he answers them himself.
The answers always make perfect sense.
The father goes into the barn and starts to work. He knows he will not see his son till much later. The boy will do his chores and disappear as always.
He will not return until it is time to do his last chores.
Smokey has come to realize that this is what the boy needs... space.
The woman whose name it turns out is Melinda wakes and the house is silent, her men are gone.
She sits on the edge of the bed and thinks about them both. The husband and the son.
Funny how God can take away and give back.
She thinks of her son who came to her hungry dirty and crying and tears well in her eyes.
He is so different and she wonders if he can remember what happened that day and that makes her sad.
Yet the boy even though quiet is well adjusted. He speak to people at the right time and knows how to hold a conversation, its just to her he seems to be holding something back.
She loves him and his father with all her heart and that much is truth.
she stands and begins her day.
The boy whose name is Sampson finishes the last of his chores and reaches down and pats the half wolf who walks by his side.
No one knows where the dog came from and the boy has had him for over a year.
The dog and the boy showed up after one of his excursions one day and he has never left the boys side since.
His father asked him what the dogs name was once and the boy said "He has no name."
He whistles as he starts to leave the enclosure with the cows and the dogs ears perk up. This is how he communicates with the animal.
He walks to the edge of the woods and he and the dog seem to disappear into the trees.
They walk and walk until they are deep into the woods and the boy pulls his slingshot from his back pocket. He carries lead balls and has killed birds and rabbits with it. He always takes what he kills home and he cleans it himself.
He has a profound respect for nature and he is at home with it.
He sniffs and his dog smells what he smells at the exact same time... His senses in some respects are sharper than any animals and they start to walk towards the smell.
They come to a hill of dirt with trees on top of it and walk up it together when they reach the top and look down they are surprised to see a black man sitting there with nothing but a loincloth and sandals on. His body is painted and is cooking a rabbit over a spit.
The man is silent and has his back turned to them. The boy is surprised when the man says come down here son.
He does not even turn around and the boy looks at the dog but the dog immediately goes down and sits by the man who reaches out and pats him.
The boy is astounded by this. his dog has never done this before and it piques his interest.
He walks down to where the man is and sits on the ground in front of him.
The man looks at him and for an instant the boy feels as if he has fallen into the stars as he looks straight into the man eyes.
The man speaks and his voice fills every bit of empty space in the boy.
"I have many things to show you."
The man begins to talk of ancient spirits and how the boy is connected to them and the boy feels something inside of him give.
He has waited 10 years to hear these things.

THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT THE END OF OUR TALE... STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[AS THE MUSIC PLAYS]

[AS THE MUSIC PLAYS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FLIGHT OF FANCY...
http://youtu.be/4NESbSLWHe8

A bob and a weave and I manifest in the field of your vision...
A sentence and you spellbound fall swooning to the ground...
Such a delicate movement and I catch you in midair as our eyes make contact with devastating impact and lay waste to whole forests of lies.
The whole of time, space and visualization in the stages of our stratification...
Such a delicate dance that the crowded masses stop and make room.
Your gossamer dress catching the currents of the air and moving hypnotically...
A lonely poet dreams on the dawn of a new spring...
Young green leaves budding on waking trees.
Blood stirring from the lair of winters hold...
A bob and a weave and I manifest fully seen in the brown depths of your optics.
Shall we?

[DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF MISREADING THE URGENCY]

[DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF MISREADING THE URGENCY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... 
http://youtu.be/0vITn5g3VXU

I descend from the darkness a glimmer in a telescopic lens... Growing larger as I careen through the other suns galaxies at hyper velocity.
As warnings sound on old air raid sirens and the internet flickers from the solar of my emanations... The inevitable arrival.
A son of a sun born in a system sirius.
A piece of the dog star unleashed to destroy and rebuild.
The eye of Horus which is the third portal shining from the darkness of knowledge, another piece of the puzzle made into the black.
Called evil to cover the truth of little white lies that have such dire ramifications.
So many who read this that will not overstand.
They who have made manifest their destiny through reverse psychology and racial deception tricked out to shine Red, White, and Blue as they distorted dance in perceptions.
I descend from the darkness screaming as I crash into your planet.
Massive impact.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[HAIKU JIT SU] THE ROAD SO LONG

[HAIKU JIT SU] THE ROAD SO LONG
THE DOJO SONG THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THEY SILENT SIT...
http://youtu.be/BSqDLROyafg
[LOTUS]
He meditates one
So many voices calling
The well of souls deep

[THE BLOSSOM TREMBLES]
She wavers in sight
The veil shimmers in the breeze
Fact and fantasy spun

[INTROSPECTION]
His journey begins
Bourne on the strains ascending
Heaven a thought away

[SHE SPEAKS]
One voice of many
Tone angelic quality
Rising above all

[IN SUSPENSION]
Lives pass by fleeting
A second an eternity 
All becomes nothing

[THE JOURNEY WITHIN]
Darkness begets light
Knowledge swirling celestial
Worlds open pineal

[THE WELL OF HER HEALING]
Her salve heals his flesh
Penetrates to his hard core
He rises reborn

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[FULL CIRCLE]

[FULL CIRCLE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... KNOWLEDGE DROP...
http://youtu.be/1uq0qdrCXMM

When. 
The world was new and man was but a thought in Allahs vast and wondrous mind.
When.
Angels crossed the dimensions and ecosystems developed unaffected by the development of society.
When.
Male and female held hands and walked through gardens and man made the choice between Allah and his queen...
Cast into a savage world where the progeny still kill each other cause we all came from one seed...
Cain and Able time and time again.
When.
Will humanity see the futility of all this separation and we arrive at the waiting stars as laid out in milky patterns.
Free of the constraints of religion and preconceived ideologies where somebody got to be the enemy.
When.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[INK BECOMING ]

THIS PHOTO IS OF SOMEONE I FRIENDED LAST NIGHT HER NAME IS Jacqueline PassionPoetress Halmon  
I FRIENDED HER LAST NIGHT AND WAS LOOKING THROUGH HER PHOTOS WHEN THIS ONE TOTALLY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION. I IMMEDIATELY STARTED TO WRITE AND THIS IS WHAT MANIFESTED.
[INK BECOMING ]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/E_rkwne4D_A


I reach into the inkwell and pull you out black and fluid.
Touch the parchment and fill the lines with you.
Make you solid in the scribbles that fall away onto the page.
Another dip and you fall fully formed into existence and men sigh at your beauty.
Women pay honor to your being as you become the metaphor.
Alphabetic expressions ripped from the script and laid down.
Becoming the rise of your breasts and the flare of your hips.
The jut of your posterior so round and full... so round and so full.
The cocoa brown and the pecan tan... 
I pulled you from the blackness...
Fluid.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

. [RED RIDING IN THE HOOD] PART TWO... AN EROTIC TALE

[RED RIDING IN THE HOOD] PART TWO ...AN EROTIC TALE 
the soundtrack...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJEJaBNd0dg&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrag_KPu_0fLrHVAsrYW9fSx


Mr Wolf adjusts the covers and says "Come in." in his best old lady voice.
Red walks in and Mr Wolfs dick grows hard under the covers as she takes off the cloak and walks over to where he is.
Red says "Grandma what are you doing in the bed at this hour?"
"Well Red, I have been a little under the weather lately.
"What is that you have in your hand dear?"
"Oh this is for your party."
"What." Mr Wolf catches himself but Red notices it.
"Grandma what big eyes you have." she says and Mr Wolf answers her "The better to see you with my little angel."
Red pushes on "What big feet you have Grandma." and her eyes trail back up slowly and stop to rest on the lump at his midsection.
"And what is that grandma?"
"Oh that a hot water bottle dear."
Before Mr Wolf knows what is going on Red says "Let me refill it for you." She reaches under the covers and her hand closes around his dick and he throws back the covers and grabs her and pulls her skirt up and rubs his dick against her pussy and Red almost comes right on the spot.
She look down at his dick and falls to her knees as he pushes her down and his dick dangles in her face.
He grabs the back of her head and pulls her face to his dick she opens her mouth and takes it in.
Mr wolf feels no teeth and he is amazed what he does not know is that Red is quite the little freak and she has been practicing with anything she can get her hands on.
Bananas, cucumbers and zucchini as she has satisfied her young sexual needs.
She sucks him until he is weak in the knees and pushes him back on the bed and climbs on his dick and she rides him forwards and backwards and her pussy seems to do incredible things making all kinds of sounds.
Red has what is known in some circles as snapping pussy and she makes it beatbox on Mr Wolfs dick.
She comes time and time again before he finally busts his nut.
He lies on the bed with a totally slack look and Red reaches into the basket and pulls a pistol from the bottom and points it under his chin.
"Where the fuck is my grandma?"
Mr Wolf is still fucked up from the snapping pussy and he weakly points to the closet. 
Red pulls some handcuffs from the drawer next to the bed.
I told you grandma was a freak.
She snaps one of his wrists and tethers him to the bedpost before she goes to the closet and frees her grandmother. She comes from the closet and she is pissed and she looks at Mr Wolf as she says "You thought you was just gone take some pussy and leave didn't you?"
Mr Wolf shakes his head frantically. Shit is not going the way he expected.
Grandma looks at his dick and says "Thats some good dick you got there. I think I might need to keep that around for awhile."
Mr Wolf looks confused for a moment before he realizes whats going on... these crazy women is kidnapping him.
They uncuff him from the bed and escort him down to the celler and cuff him to the wall.
Red and her grandmother keep him down there and fuck him mercilessly.
Some might say the women got the better end of the deal and some might say that Mr Wolf did.
He is still chained up in that celler to this day.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[COSMIC DRUM BEATDOWN]

[COSMIC DRUM BEATDOWN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FLIPPED OUT SCRIPT...
http://youtu.be/wpi2dHFbqbg

I AM BASS AND TREBLE BEATING OUT OF THE TRUNK OF A INTERPLANETARY VESSEL.
I MAKE NOISE IN THE VACUUM OF YOUR SPACE ON MY WAY TO THE EDGE OF ALL THINGS.
STARS COLLAPSING INTO BLACK HOLES.
MILLIONS OF WORLDS CONSUMED IN THE KNOWING.
I RIPS SCRIPT... FLIPS SCRIPT AND SCRATCHES AT THE UNDERBELLY
ONCE WE WALKED INTER-DIMENSIONAL...
WE NOW EXIST ROOTED IN INSTITUTED IGNORANCE.
HALLS OF LEARNING WHERE ALL THAT IS LEARNED IS WHAT IS KNOWN.
FALSE HOPE AND ASPIRATIONS...
TRAPPED IN THE TRIPLE STAGE DARKNESS AS IT FALLS CROSS PSYCHOLOGICAL SKIES AND BLOCKS THE LIGHT.
KILLS THE FRUIT AND THE TREE...
THE ROOTS AND THE SEED.
I BEAT THE HOLLOWED OUT SKIN COVERED CORE.FOLLOW THE COSMIC DRUM.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

(SMASH DE PUM PUM) A BIG DADDY LOOSED SCRIBE

(SMASH DE PUM PUM) A BIG DADDY LOOSED SCRIBE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE… BIG DADDY BEAT DOWN. 
http://youtu.be/MHzcMU6pM1Y

Big Daddy born punani smasher… Big Daddy make dat punani wetter cause Big Daddy touch the bottom of dat well. 
Buss all off in wombs and stroke heart floes. 
Big Daddy pound his chest cause Big Daddy know he is fucking king.
Yep… Big Daddy fucks da pussy up and leaves that thang crying.
Shaking... shuddering... crying.
Tears dripping between ass cheeks.
Big Daddy see a clit, suck a clit, spank a clit with heavy head.
Big Daddy raise a ruckus… Eyes all rolled back mouth wide open.
Say Big Daddy name and Big daddy go plain fuckin insane… Say Big Daddy motherfuckin name!
See Big Daddy ain’t soft, he ain’t gentle…
Big Daddy is bout 500 years of pent up aggression in a purely sexual sense…
Wet creamy juice trickling cross pussy hair…
Say Big Daddy motherfucking name!!! Big Daddy gwaan beat dat punani good!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THIS GATE

[THIS GATE]
THE MUSIC AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN... IT GOES WITH THE PIECE
http://youtu.be/OQFRgbnpO9E

While I drift in the longing of wanting...
That place where a touch remembered becomes the focal point and the petals of azaleas line the grassy floor.
A carpet in an oak covered sanctuary where bees drink of the nectar and I a man am welcomed into their world.
The hum of life so close yet so far away as I transfixed fall under the spell...
Moss in the trees playing in the breeze...
Boughs of the trees that bow to the heavens where the blue and the clouds become the backdrop to a daydream.
If only I could take you there and hold your hand and show you where I am...
The world that I live on where all that exists is the beauty, even in the worst of times, for pain is the prelude to wisdom and overstanding...
I stand under these trees in the filtered light and serenity translating the nature of things.
Come with me...
This way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY