IN THE GANJA SMOKE

[IN THE GANJA SMOKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN..
http://youtu.be/YezkYiSkvzY

Memories of you float by like drifting smoke and I find myself drawn in... Taken to other places where we once were new.
When your skin smelled like dew and I first looked into the liquid pools of your eyes.
You touch me from the smoke as it dissipates and I blow once again.
Sweet sinsi ganja smoke.
When I walked behind you and your booty bounced in my favorite sundress... On my favorite person.
You borne on wings of the subconscious where I and I reside.
A battlefield in a war torn mind.
The price of never forgetting the sweetness of you, even when the pain was so great that drowning would have been a most welcome death.
When I realized that we were never to be again.
When you would be lying in another's arms and I would be traversing this battle torn landscape alone.
The smoke starts to dissipate and I blow again and see you naked with your legs pushed back and I grow heavy for even in my memories you are solid.
Yet even that smoke floats away and I find myself  here alone.
Memories of you like sweet ganja smoke.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

FEED ME

[FEED ME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...



As unto fruit must I relate thee...
Succulent and hanging from an ancient tree where knowledge is acquired...
A peak through the bushes and a reach through the leaves where the petal has become the basis of formation.
A bite and thy juice as it trickles down my throat rejuvenates me...
So sticky and sweet that I lick it from mine lips and feel it in my tangled beard...
Nectar that serves to make me invincible... Able to stand strong in the face of opposition... Eases the pain of all these things that I have witnessed...
Reminds me of who I am and once was... Who I need to be.
All these things born of thine exposure to the rays of the beating sun...
The pull of lunar cycles and the changing of seasons as thee transform from blossom to root then tree...
The basis of mans existence...As unto fruit do I relate thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MOST SERIOUSLY]

[MOST SERIOUSLY] LIONS DONT SMILE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...


I rocks my mean mugg when I walk through this dimension cause demons reside here.
I mean physical demons who suck the flow and turn it into an evil stew.
A most caustic brew that burns the throat as it is swallowed on the evening news.
Demons who sell peace wrapped in the trappings of war where children are among the dead casualties who have become ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Preachers in pulpits giving props to dead soldiers...
As thugs on the corners pour it out for dead soldiers...
Islamic processions where the women wail for dead soldiers...
Mamas falling down from the pain.
I rocks my mean mugg so that you can't see the agony of knowing all these things that press on the grey matter of my brain.
Death one of the most beautiful dances as a body takes shots... explosions of fire and pirouettes in the cool morning air a moment before crashing lifeless to the killing floor.
Full color resolution... Blood splatters on the wall.
I rocks my mean mugg to let you know that if you cross me I will cross you out.
X marks the spot where I will bury you.
The angels and the demons will sort you out when the time comes.

JERSLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[SATED IN YOU] "THE BALLET" FEATURING SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION

[SATED IN YOU] "THE BALLET" FEATURING SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ACT...
http://youtu.be/5ZtrIBob2GI

 J
I like it when you gyrate... Physically and mentally.
So unique in your movements and your prose.
You my dear are my psychic elixer as you wash across my grey plains.
Sweep, soaring over my mental peaks.
I find myself lingering in your physicality and your mentality.
A pause as you soak into my bones.

S
 Soakin in your bones,Deep within the core of the marrow...
I feel,hear & scent everything you are....
The reality & the depths of fantasy wrapped in all that you are.....
The contour of your lust laces my passion sending it adrift....
You my dear my soul the breathe in my heart my everything...
Lingering into my arms you fit more then perfect as I'm ready for you to dwell within a prominent sanctuary as I'd awaken your dreams with the hint of the coral of my love.....

J
 I my dear fall upon you as rain, so succulent thy words...
You such a part of my living and my peace.
A moment in your arms becomes the all as it seems to be the eternity...
Never to leave your side.
We in such a delicate ballet that the flowers and the trees sway to our gentle breeze.
Your softness and hardness such a part of me...
Mmmmmmm...
I sweetly surrender.

S
 My words are nurtured by the passion exotically covering your love making sure there's no way around it as we both have felt pain doing the much necessary to maintain in you I grow completely coming intune,intertwine orgasmic correlation with prognostication,eternity ..... ah yesss baby...you are everything .....I need
"Never leave your side"
How could I !
All you are is what I need & nothing compares or close deep & down & now when I face it all I need is you....

J
 I eased by your verbal and physical manipulation...
So delicate and hard as you penetrate the atmosphere of my sensuality...
A star streaking through the skies of my darkest night.
I nourished and rebuilt in the layers of you.
We dancing in these clouds of euphoria where the drops of you fall as cosmic dust which builds my nation up.
All I need my beautiful empress is you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION

LINEAR ARC

[LINEAR ARC]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... GOTTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8xljRkAZbjI

A tickle at the belly of things as words become the artists canvas...
The beautiful smile of babes held in mothers arms...
The roar of a plane as it streaks away... away.
A landscape painted where a lone tree stands sentinel, testament to the passage of time... The changing of seasons.
A city 3000 years in the future so full of once denizens of this the planet Earth...
Living on another planet M3.
A long dead friend brought back to life and living in the resurrection of he in sentences and syntax...
His tale written and transcribed.
The hard cold concrete of urban streets where drugs and women are bought and sold... The thug with a semi automatic and a blunt in his hand...
The sweet pungent smell of ganja smoke drifting in the air.
Lights in the window of the store flashing the latest 40...
A jail cell where a boy becomes a man or a bitch.
All these things so intricately wound and bound that some go mad in the telling.
Straightjacket dreams of being the one...
Rap lyrics on brick walls.
An artist standing in other dimensions and trying to bring it back to life before your very eyes...
Scribbling... Scribbling.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[POUNDING IN THE TEMPLES OF MY TEMPLES]

[POUNDING IN THE TEMPLES OF MY TEMPLES]

THE POUND... DO NOT DISMISS IT...

http://youtu.be/_x_q3tZEU3A

Goodness gracious girl you got me wanting to fuck you...

Notice I did not say make love cause thats not my way...

I seek to conquer that pussy.

 Climb all the way to the back and plant a flag.

Beat at the bottom of your nappy heart and release your nature.

Make you scream Dadddyyyy as I beat your pussy and scratch your scalp.

Make you so wet that we slip and slide on the way to being released.

I the beast can speak so eloquently while being quite crude.

I will take this trip straight into the wilderness.

Swangin off nappy trees and flipping into pussy pools where the waters sometimes are shallow and sometimes deep.

Sometimes they bubble from the mouth of the creek and sometimes they spurt forth from the earth.

Sometimes they taste sweet and sometimes salty as the beast laps and drinks.

Girl I am going to beat that pussy like no other before...

Some a dat silverback shit...

Crash through the trees and take that pussy.

Beat chest and roar.

Beat chest and roar...

DAMN... THIS IS SOME GOOD PUSSY

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HAIKU JIT SU] PLINK PLINK

[HAIKU JIT SU] PLINK PLINK
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/DI4m3AEy3RI
The sound of crickets 
Songs unchanged by humanity 
The world a witness

Rivers whisper soft
Bubbling in beds singing sweet 
Rapids contain rocks

Green leaves wavering
Insects skate on waters skin 
Peace in the knowing

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

BLENDERIFIC

[BLENDERIFIC]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/h5hlgX6QhBI

Such a lovely display...,

You borne in the fabric of mans mind and erupting from his pores...

I find you in the depths of deepest sleep...

The highest state of awake.

My penetration into the nethersphere  ...

A blast in my pineal galaxies...

We so bound together by the chemical structure of our skin.

The story of our ascent and our fall.

You are the cream in my black coffee.

So sweet as you become the method of my release.

A part of the wildness of we.

I so trapped in you...

You so trapped in me...

We completely entwined...

Such a lovely display.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LET ME CLEAR MY THROAT] A TRUTH IN MOTION ARTICLE

[LET ME CLEAR MY THROAT] A TRUTH IN MOTION ARTICLE
A LITTLE MELLOW MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/58opJd2_5Cs

Did you really listen to the Presidents speech the other night?
I mean really listen.
This is a quote from the presidents address the other night and I want you to read it carefully before we enter the rabbit hole and meet some twisted logic.
"It is in this context that the United States has taken lethal, targeted action against al Qaeda and its associated forces, including with remotely piloted aircraft commonly referred to as drones. As was true in previous armed conflicts, this new technology raises profound questions – about who is targeted, and why; about civilian casualties, and the risk of creating new enemies; about the legality of such strikes under U.S. and international law; about accountability and morality."
Now did you see that?
He mentioned drones... Did you know that the attack in Colorado was on a theatre full of the military personnel who fly these drones and that they were actually targeted in this attack?
Now lets look at that statement again. He also mentioned civilian casualties...
Do you know what insurgent means?
It means civilian.
Sooo, we now have the president of the good ol U.S. OF FUCKIN KKK admitting that civilians have been targeted in this supposed war on terror.
Okay let me calm down...
I have further to go and I must not get my shirt wrinkled.
Now we look at the attacks in London and we must remember that while the U.S. has been doing their thing the other western nations have as well.
That includes Israel which is in fact a western nation in its procedures and level of carnage.
This is the kind of thing which results from senseless and brutal murder, more senseless and brutal murder.
I do not condone any of that as man of Allah. It all seems rather animalistic to me and I feel that I am of a higher nature.
There needs to be more truth in what is happening and in what is being reported.
Many times the news you receive goes through so many monitors that its hardly recognizable as the news anymore.
You are told what they want you to know and the Amerikkkan people are regularly eating that dinner at 6 Oclock every night.
All muslims are not enemies of the state and all christians are not murdering barbarians, thats just what they want us to think.
Its time that people really educated themselves to each others beliefs and stop depending on clerics who don't even know the origins of what they preach.
Depending on school systems where history is watered down and especially depending on a government which clearly has its own agenda.
Lets countdown the moments till I am blocked.
I just had to show you this.
"And yet as our fight enters a new phase, America’s legitimate claim of self-defense cannot be the end of the discussion. To say a military tactic is legal, or even effective, is not to say it is wise or moral in every instance. For the same human progress that gives us the technology to strike half a world away also demands the discipline to constrain that power – or risk abusing it. That’s why, over the last four years, my Administration has worked vigorously to establish a framework that governs our use of force against terrorists – insisting upon clear guidelines, oversight and accountability that is now codified in Presidential Policy Guidance that I signed yesterday."

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY. QUOTES BY PRESIDENT OBAMA

[HEIROGLYPHICAL ]

[HEIROGLYPHICAL ]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BEATDOWN...
http://youtu.be/F7iU_wVIhR8

This keyboard speaks to me in patterns of white and black...
Hieroglyphics relayed and translated.
Rosetta stones in the present as keys fall in place.
Drawings on cave walls and inscribed in scrolls found in caves in Qumran.
Buried in dead seas of knowledge...
Full of salinity.
In the overstanding man will be free from his own savagery and want of control.
This keyboard speaks to me to catch the hell up and record the words that it is saying.
I but the transcriptor relaying an urgent message before my fingers fall silent...
My lips move no more.
This keyboard speaks to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LONESOMENESS]

[LONESOMENESS] 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...


You burn through me like wildfire... reducing me to the cinders that are the makings of all this life on this planet.
Everyday I pay homage to you for you are the life giving waters and the soul stirring sun that nourishes black skin.
I can't get the rhythm of you out of my heart... Out of my mind... 
So in love with all that you represent. 
You are the reason that a mans eyes part and his feet hit the floor with authority...
The basis for his survival and his imminent destruction if he continues to let the whitewashing cover his melanin.
His seeming infatuation with becoming less than he was at his formation.
A gold tooth, contact worshiping, straight haired fool who subscribes to the school of enslavement.
You are the fire and the brimstone that destroy's Babylonian dreams and draws screams of rage from vocal chords.
Cleans all in blazing heat that incinerates the lies and the rumors and lays waste to tricknowledge.
You are part of the Alpha and the Omega... the first moldings of clay in the Workshop of Allah where angels held sway watched the proceedings.
You are the sweet breeze and the driving rain... The force of the hurricane and the shake of the earthquake.
The song of the sparrow and the shriek of the hawk...
You are all that I am and are and will ever be as I trod these roads alone.
A king searching for a queen.
Lonesomely.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HAIKU JIT SU] WETLY RELEASED

[HAIKU JIT SU] WETLY RELEASED SENYRU 
THE MUSIC AND IT IS INTEGRAL TO THE PIECE...

[EXPENDED AIR]
Her name silk on lips
Milk smooth and lubricating 
Mother to all man

[THE UNION]
He wild with desire
Blood burning, screaming release
He skeets, she relieved

[AFTERMATH]
Together they fade
The land of fluttering petals 
Solid trunks of trees

[THE FUTURE]
Nappy roots entwined
The little death takes its toll
They go willingly

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Her name silk on lips
Milk smooth and lubricating 
Mother to all man

[FLAYED]

[FLAYED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FLIGHT OF WHIMSY...
http://youtu.be/829WfLTabFo

If I could take these words and flay them open to their barest essence... 
The basis of their formation... the foundations of their creation...
Soaring into the heart of the matter and burning bright in freefall.
These pure bass tones and slight melodies that beat and pound in the makeup of lyricality.
Play across computer screens and melt into the cores of all existence...
A solid soliloqui, such a beautiful and chain shattering dance across life's stage.
If I could take every ounce of my love and melt it down...
Pour it into a mold and create life...
Breath into it anew and cause it to grow as a new form of humanity called Homo-Superior who realizes the futility of disunity...
I would if I could.
I would...
If...
I...
Could.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

CLOUD OF SMOKE AND FIRE

[CLOUD OF SMOKE AND FIRE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE..
http://youtu.be/hOVdjxtnsH8


If an angel materialized from the ether and stood in your presence would you recognize?
Would you look and listen skeptically?
So absorbed in what has been taught to man by man.
Would you turn to escape the deranged words that seemed to fall from the angels lips to your ears.
See the people pass by as you plotted your escape.
Trying to disappear into the crowd and be absorbed.
Ahhh the safety of anonymity... Jonah in the belly of a whale.
If an angel materialized in these days and times would you be ready to gird your loins and sharpen your steel?
Become the warriors and queens that you were meant to be and crush this system...
Trod down its walls...
Become the sonics that tumble bricks and barriers and keep the children locked in.
Block the ascent.
If an angel told you to fight against the oppression and the tyranny would you?
Or would you turn the other cheek and fade into ignominy to be seen no more?
Extinct.
Dust to be trod upon by future generations...
A byline in a book or on an electronic screen.
If an angel materialized and opened his mouth and elicited a scream would you listen?

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[TESTS OF TIME] THE BLEND

[TESTS OF TIME] THE BLEND

IF YOU DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS MUSIC YOU WILL NOT GET THE FULL EFFECT OF THIS SCRIBE.

http://youtu.be/qr0rcUsPG-U

Your art pierces my mind, buries its roots in my melanin and causes it to sprout.

Lines so fine that only great artists can imitate them, lay them to parchment and paper.

Make them stand the test of time.

Thou dost torture an artist so as he tries to draw you from the air and make your melanin real.

Bring you to life as you reveal the layers that man was created of.

So beautiful in repose.

Some have gone mad as they marveled at your beauty, driven to the brink of sanity and beyond.

Such an enigma art thou.

Drawn from carbon and water and carved into mans compliment.

Such an exquisite specimen.

So many who would find fault where none lies for thou art a most lovely thing.

A flower in the meadow.

A lily in the valley.

We carved of the essence naked and free.

We humanity.

Fruit hanging from trees.

As an artist sees.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

LOST IN THE STARS

[LOST IN THE STARS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...


Lost in swirling constellations swirling in night skies, so many lives come and gone.
Sooner or later we all go that way, some in fear, few in joy.
We laugh and cry while trying to forget that our demise is imminent written in Hebrew and Arabic.
So many words changed in human translation and misrepresentation.
Here we are today.
Men still making war while proclaiming peace.
So much collateral damage,
Guns, knives and cannons the symbol's of freedom and democracy as lifes light fades. 
Lanterns hanging in the heavens lighting mans wayward way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

CITY SCENE

[CITY SCENE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PLEASE LISTEN AS YOU READ...
http://youtu.be/26tmWSYZ36w

As the night fell the city began to change.
Different players but the same game... 
Survival.
Voices ringing into the surreal feeling scene.
Tracers of light from the passing vehicles.
People on the way to wherever they were going.
Laughter and music.
He stands on the corner taking it all in.
Wondering at the futility of it all.
She steps from the faces of the people passing by.
So refreshing that she sweeps over him like a cool breeze.
Invigorating and sweet.
She speaks to him and he speaks back.
Hi there.
Have you eaten?
No.
She tells him to come on and they enter the fast food joint.
She hands him the money and tells him to order the meal.
She doesn't want him to be embarrassed.
He orders and they head to a table in the corner and wait.
He excuses himself and goes to wash his hands.
He comes back and hears the order called and picks up the food he walks back to where she is.
She smiles and he wonders if this is the rest of his life.
This moment, this feeling.
They sit and talk and eat and she laughs not at him but with him.
Afterwards they walk and talk and he tells her of his dreams, his wants, his desires.
She overstands and takes his hand and the night becomes the break of day which finds them in each others arms standing in awe.
He walks her home and they part ways with promises of tomorrow.
He saved in the dawn of her recognition.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY