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Thursday, July 25, 2013

[GET BUTT NAKED]


[GET BUTT NAKED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DONT SLEEP ON IT...
http://youtu.be/B9s2fq0Ycmg

I will strip your mind butt naked and kiss and caress it...
Turn it around and beat it savagely... take it awayyy... awayyyy.
We, you and I on a voyage to Sirius B where an M class planet awaits our arrival. Wecome home our lost survivors... welcome home.
You and I on a street corner where the shit goes down right in broad daylight as an innocent bystander takes a bullet and sinks to the ground.
Nine short years old.
Reality and fantasy... tragedy and vanity all in the palm of mine hands...
Butt naked minds...Butt naked minds.
Mmmmm mmmm mmmm.
Take you to the moment a man realised that he was regarded as little more than an animal by the system... an anomaly to be erased from a hypothetical page where his life but a number scrolls by... another black mark gone.
Another born to be a slave.
Your mind pulses as I stroke it and make synapses fire in electrical impulses of growth... Painting with the most vivid of colors.
Tones of black and white that fall into the areas of grey where you exist... A product of the machine.
Come let me strip your mind butt naked and kiss and caress it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

the moment before waking

[THE MOMENT BEFORE WAKING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/19ZVrK0BPbo

A thought and she manifests in my psyche, so real and tangible yet a dream.
A whisper in my cerebral cortex, a sigh escaping my lips as I reach for her and she disappears.
She has become my torment and my release as she swoops in on the wings of a subconscious journey across the clouds of my synapses. The plains of my loneliness... a barren grey landscape littered with loves remains.
Lightning flashing and becoming her energetically...  The storm that saturates my skin and chills my bones.
I who it seems is fated to depart alone.
A lone passenger on a ship that knows no home... Tossed across stormy seas where the wind howls in anger and memories surge forth from the depths with tooth filled tentacles... reaching... reaching to consume mine soul.
Her name escapes my amnesia and stays the icy touch of he the beast as I use her as the talisman that sends he sinking back to his icy lair.
I wake drenched and breathing rapidly as she fades away.
Fading into the waking realization that she has gone away.
I stand to face yet another day, surrounded yet all alone.
Surrounded in the enigma.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

A thought and she manifests in my psyche, so real and tangible yet a dream. A whisper in my cerebral cortex, a sigh escaping my lips as I reach for her and she disappears.She has become my torment and my release as she swoops in on the wings of a subconscious journey across the clouds of my synapses. The plains of my loneliness... a barren grey landscape littered with loves remains.Lightning flashing and becoming her energetically. The storm that saturates my skin and chills my bones. I who it seems is fated to depart alone.A lone passenger on a ship that knows no home... Tossed across stormy seas where the wind howls in anger and memories surge forth from the depths with tooth filled tentacles... reaching... reaching to consume mine soul.Her name escapes my amnesia and stays the icy touch of he the beast as I use her as the talisman that sends he sinking back to his icy lair. I wake drenched and breathing rapidly as she fades away.I stand to face yet another day, surrounded yet all alone. The enigma

Sunday, July 21, 2013

HAIKU JIT-SU] CHAMBER OF THE LITTLE DEATH


[HAIKU JIT-SU] CHAMBER OF THE LITTLE DEATH

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... SOME A DAT GANJA DEN SHIT...
http://youtu.be/gygwcP62Xwc


FOREPLAY 

The flower flutters 
Bursting into existence 
He is enchanted

BIORHYTHM 

Blood surging in hearts
They as one merge to feed the need
Hunger in their souls

FLUIDLY 

His appendage shines
Covered in lubrication 
Sighs become the song


BEATDOWN 
She encases him
Her tunnel becomes his sheath
They strive for release.

OBLIVIOUSLY 

She quivers orgasm 
Explosively he fills her 
They bathed in sweat lie



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, July 19, 2013

[THE MESSAGE AND THE MESSENGER]


[THE MESSAGE AND THE MESSENGER]
THE SOUNDTRACK...
 http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZsJWxXB1RdmNKvU-CW4-YU


On an otherwise sunny day there is a flash of lightning.
On a street corner a man appears and a fly in flight bumps into his face.
The fly catches himself and fly's away in confusion.
No one notices the mans appearance and the city moves along as it did before. The man is not dressed in finery nor is he glowing or anything of the sort.
He steps from the curb when the light changes and begins to walk. He passes a bakery and marvels at the smell of bread and sweets. He pauses and watches a young woman at a table as she nibbles at a pastry, puts it down and sips from her cup of coffee as she reads what is on her tablet.
He knows that she will have two children, one a boy and the other a girl.
He also knows their lives as well.
He turns from the window and continues to walk and the city grows more decrepit as he travels along.
A woman stands on the corner and her clothes barely hide her body, she turns to him and smiles and asks him if he would like a good time.
She walks up to him and rubs his arm and jumps back as if she has been shocked, her mouth opens and closes and suddenly she does not need the drugs that have made her sell her body for the last 7 years. She looks down at her body and notices how she is dressed and tries to cover herself.
She looks up and the man is walking away, he does not look back and she turns and walks away as well.
She has not seen her children in days and suddenly she is concerned about them.
The man walks past drug dealers on corners and men begging for coins.
He walks with purpose, there is someone who he must see.
He hears the children who play on these glass strewn streets and even after all his time he finds joy in their innocent voices.
He eventually reaches the place where he needs to be and knocks on the door and it is answered by a young black man of about 14 years old who looks as if he has seen just a little to much.
The young man asks him who he is here to see. His mother is not home.
The man looks at him and tells him that he is here to see him.
The young man looks him up and down and says. "Who sent you here?"
The man says "May I come in?"
The young man looks at him and there is something about the man that makes him say yes.
The man enters and the young man closes the door and walks into the living room and invites him to sit down.
The man does and he watches the young man as he sits down.
He says nothing and the young man looks at him and asks him why he is here.
The man looks at him and says "I am here for you. you have something very important to do."
The young man looks at him and asks him "Man what are you talking about? What do I have to do?"
The man looks at him and says "It is time."
"Man you ain't making no sense, time for what?"
"It is time for you to assume your rightful place."
"What rightful place? What does that mean."
The man looks him in his eyes and the boy sees movement in his pupils. It is like looking at a small movie screen.
The young man stands and says "Man what is this?"
The man looks at him while still sitting and says I was sent by the most high to bring you a message and to guide you."
The young man looks at him and says "Man you gotta go, you some kinda weirdo or something?"
The man looks at him and says "No weirder than the world is today, no weirder than your current situation. Where is your father?"
The young man looks at him and says"He is in prison."
The man looks at him and nods "Exactly. He is locked away in forced servitude by this system which made him into the man he was. That is what must change."
The young man hears something in his voice and sits back down.
"Who are you?"
"I am but a messenger. You are the future."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I came to give you something son of man and it will be a burden to you for the rest of your days if you accept. It will make you different and at times it will make you seem as if you are a madman. It is something that has only been given to a few choice men throughout humanities history and it set them apart from the ordinary."
The young man looks at him and says "I need proof."
The man stands and says to the young man "Look into my eyes."
The young man does and what he sees amazes him, he sees man in his beginnings, he sees war and starvation, he sees death and life being created. The images are so powerful that the young man is swept along by them.
He suddenly finds himself back in the living room and notices that hours have passed and it now grows dark outside the window.
He looks at the man and says "I am but a boy. How can I change these things?"
Te man looks at him and says "Believe."
The young man says "What kind of an answer is that?"
The man speaks and his words seem to fill the room "I am here to bring you this knowledge, yet you must not question me or my methods.When it is time for me to reveal I will."
The young man looks at him and says "If you are a messenger of the most high prove it to me. show me you as you truly are."
The man stands and walks to the back door and beckons the young man to follow. They walk into the backyard and the man begins to speak "Only a few men have seen this and there is no way I can show you all of me so I will only show you enough." He shimmers in the evening light and it is as if he is two things at once.
He is the man, yet he is also truth and light and his wings blot out the sky. Suddenly he is just the man again and he says "Son, what is your answer?"
The young man says yes.
The man says to him "It is time for me to leave ." He bids the young man farewell and tells him that he will be back and he walks from the side gate and is gone.
The young man walks into the house and is still sitting on the couch when his mother comes home.
She looks at him and says "Boy what have you done to your hair?"
He goes into the bathroom closes the door and looks in the mirror... his hair is grey.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY



Thursday, July 18, 2013

We all died a little more last night along with a black boy who shot expired in the rain…
 See, we died victims of an ingrained system of not doing a damn thing when they killed yet another nigger.
We were killed by peaceful resistence as endorsed by the NAACP and a black president scared to speak while living in a white house.
He was killed by pontificating preachers who always go for the money shot while leading ineffectual marches.Talking bout calm while our children are treated like common pond scum and black lives continue to lose value.We died in the malls where we spend money on name brand clothes and Jordans… Make them the priority.Killed on stages where rappers strut their stuff talking about killing another brother… Slave name, bitch ass nigger.We died cause all this talk and no action ain’t bout shit when its our blood that is spilled by guns that are made and sold by white men.Silly porch monkeys fighting over rented property and poverty striken streets.We die cause we became the word nigger

Saturday, July 13, 2013

PARTING THE RED SEA


[PARTING THE RED SEA] ANOTHER PIECE DEDICATED TO TRAYVON'S MEMORY
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITIN TO THIS BEAT... YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/DgFJdh9tCsc

When...
When are we gonna stop depending on a system that has shown no remorse...
No remorse for our ancestors who died as beasts and were buried in unmarked christian graves.
All the while we were the problem...
"Oh those niggers." a chuckle.
When are we gonna realize that a white education ain't done a damn thing but get us one step closer to the slavery which we find ourselves running from...
Slaving in the Pharaohs pits as the system keeps up pinned down...
Mentally and physically bound.
Still guzzling pork chops and 40s as another of our young lies with his brains on the ground.
When is Moses gonna rise from the ranks and strike the guard down...
Part the real red sea Atlantic and lead us back to the promised land...
As we float above the bones of those dead and gone before.
We who were once warriors and philosophers, scientists and architects...
Now having become thugs, pimps and hoes...
Niggas and bitches on Facebook and Instagram...
Where we spout the nonsense as taught in public schools to which we send our young to become system food... 
"Ahhh, nigger tastes good." Serve that motherfucker with name brand jeans.
When are we gonna gird our loins and become that which we were meant to be when we were created in Allahs laboratory...
Those kings and queens.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

[FIRST LOVE] DEDICATED TO KAREN COBB THURMAN


[FIRST LOVE] DEDICATED TO KAREN COBB THURMAN, MY FIRST LOVE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... LISTEN KAREN...
http://youtu.be/iA2Cs2E_iB4

They say you never forget your first love...
The first girl that ever stole your breath away...
They say that it stays with you forever...
Locked into your structure...
A part of your makeup.
I heard her voice again last night and she wiped away so many years...
Took me back to an innocence so long ago lost...
I destined to wander this life another way as she went hers...
She always a part of me even when I tried to distance myself from memories...
We playing in the yard of a tenement in Babylon...
Her voice that of child as mine was then...
I having no idea of the powers that were in motion...
She has become the ideal in my scribe when I write of unification...
The fantasy when I reach into the well from which I draw these things...
Hers is the face that haunts my writing soul...
Soft soap and fresh skin...
My very first love has endured these tests of all this time...
Never to be forgotten...
She has become inspiration personified.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


HAIKU JIT SU



[HAIKU JIT SU] THE LOVERS FATED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN AS YOU READ...
http://youtu.be/sBvPnqZe6V4


NATURE 
Beautiful swan
So graceful and black as night
She is resplendant


REPOSED
The winter beckons
A slight wind on a hot day
A subconscious nudge


COMPLEXITY
What of spring gone away
Man in fall ponders the past gone 
Geese in formation


DUPLICITY 
She his comfort comes 
On cold days reminiscing
They become future


Archeological
The dirt falls away
Layers reveal bones bleached white
Their love has endured


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
NATURE 
Beautiful swan
So graceful and black as night
She is resplendant

REPOSED
The winter beckons
A slight wind on a hot day
A subconscious nudge

COMPLEXITY
What of spring gone away
Man in fall ponders the past gone 
Geese in formation

DUPLICITY 
She his comfort comes 
On cold days reminiscing
They become future

ARCHEOLOGICAL
Dry dirt in layers
Falling away and revealing

Monday, July 8, 2013

[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS] AN EROTIC JOINT


[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS] AN EROTIC JOINT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
http://youtu.be/xJDR3PRDSHY

You came to me again last night on the wings of a sex fueled dream flaying through my subconscious...
You lay on the floor and spread your legs back... your pussy so phat... your clit so long...
I kneeling kissed it and you squirted in my face... I lapped at it and you screamed my name just like you used too...
I felt your hand as it closed around my dick, your hand so small that it could not wrap all the way and I almost came...
I pushed you back and paused for a second before I entered you hard... you called my name again and I fucked you like you like it...
Standing with my palms on the back of your thighs as you came and came and came...
Such a nasty little freak that I lost in the moment bit your nipple and you came again...
I pulled away and grabbed the back of your head and thrust into you mouth heard you gag as I pushed in and pulled out... 
You spit on my dick and my nuts...
I turned you around and slapped you on you fat ass and saw my hand print fading away as I slapped that ass over and over and you screamed that you would not be bad again...
On your knees I entered you and fucked you until you came again... Spraying me... spraying the carpet and your thighs...
I beat at your pussy till I felt my nut rushing to the head of my swollen dick and I pulled from you and turned you around and exploded in your mouth as you swallowed my cream...
We fell to the floor and I rubbed your brown skin as you began to fade away...
Once my queen...
Now the object of my wet dreams.



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Sunday, July 7, 2013

[TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR] A COLLAB WITH SWEETEE IZQUEEN


[TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR] A COLLAB WITH SWEETEE IZQUEEN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/zjwLhPHDMQg



SWEETEE
Let me drop my guard, I want some water I this weary land that's so bland/ move to the shower on this hr/ flames of passion burns my lips do nothin but moan/ water hits my hand behind every drop down ur back/ trails of kisses taste wet n delicious/ riseing up/ rushing n gushing, I feel ya pushing/ steam in the air, sweaty n flamboyant n I don't care/ Give me stick/ deep n rich/ hands across my chest/ I bounce back n need no rest/ stroking, jumping, n jerking/ Swim in line/ wiggle this time/ as I drain U out/ Chocolate Passion without a doubt

JERALD
No need to fear for even in my rough I shall be gentle for you... Water washing over the brown of your skin and turning it golden... Your moans and the sound of the drops merging... Flying away as spatters as we make contact... Pull apart and make contact again... On my tongue you are wet... So wet... You arched to meet my thrust... Nipples hardened and erect... Ass clapping as I hear you beg for it... a push into the depths of your womb... Warm and fluidly I cum... Reach down and stroke you as you tremble... Call pon Hamzah... The lion.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SWEETEE IZQUEEN

[CONTINUATION]


[CONTINUATION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DO NOT MISS...
http://youtu.be/Kk5scsTBRFI

And we opened our eyes and cried.
We cried for lost yesterdays and eventual tomorrows.
The sky opened up and cried with us and water ran down ditches into river, lake and sea.
We cried for lost children and buried mothers...
We cried for deadbeat dads who never knew what they missed.
Tears evaporated by the sun... forming fluffy white clouds on sunny days.
Absorbed into the dust under our feet as mud clinging to the soles of tired feet.
Man and woman in these new times struggling to find a way.
Who are we to question the fabric that holds it all together... We humans.
Meanwhile the sun rises in the morning and the moon pulls at the tides that surge.
Rise and fall of the skin as breath is taken in and exhaled.
Such beauty in the totality as birds fly across the sky painted a most vivid blue.
Water fractured and rearranged in prisms that erupt from ducts and run into the wrinkles and fall away as these our tears.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[NUBIAN ALLUSIONS ART EXHIBITION] THIS PIECE WILL ONLY BE FEATURED AT BLOGSPOT. TOO HOT FOR FACEBOOK

NUBIAN ALLUSIONS ART EXHIBITION 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TOUR...
http://youtu.be/JHOLAM3qFWg

She created naked in starkly contrasted dreams where her shape becomes the fabric...
At one moment she an angel...

Another moment she the medicine woman serves the healing drink...
A potion to soothe a screaming mind...

She once a companion has become so much more...
Mother, sister, wife and queen.

At times she is the harlot who comes spread and ready to receive...
Young and free...

At other times she is the demure...
Holding back just enough to keep a sleeper enthralled...
Lure him to the land of wet dream release...
Where even in sci-fi liqued dreams she stands poised ...
Waiting... waiting...

As I sometimes the beast rip at the delicate fabric of her panties like some adult fantasy...
The better to kiss her pink and full lips..

Yet who is the hunter and who is the prey in the throes of this sexual dream...
I under the spell wonder as my release comes.









Saturday, July 6, 2013

THE MAD WARRIOR POETS TALE


[THE MAD WARRIOR POETS TALE]
A LITTLE CHAMBER MUSIC FOR YOU...
http://youtu.be/J8243YUI5Oc

He walking back from the place where he goes.
That place where there is none but he echoing into the all and the neither.
That is he and the voices of all that he has seen.
The joy and the adulation... the cries of release... sexual and otherwise... the love and the satisfaction.
Pain and hurt are such constant companions that they remain regulated to a corner in the shadows whispering, whispering. "We are here."
They along with fear, rejection and depression play at a puzzle on a table lit by a lonesome candle.
Rearing their heads and sniggering at developments as they were.
He walks with his head high as all soldiers do who live for the art of war.
He born of the turmoil which is carried in his soul like a lantern shining, shining.
The people who see him sense that there is purpose and part to let him pass... they know that those who stand in his way shall fall one way or the other for even if he were to die in violence he would take some with him.
Such is the way of his stride.
At times like a delicate waltz and at other times like the crashing and concussive sound of an explosion.
He has seen his death and committed himself to it in his headlong charge to wake the sleeping soldiers and their future wives.
The time grows near as the mountains glisten with the falling snows and the grasses bow with the approaching winters wind.
The tattered clothes that he wears are the mark of his failures and his achievements... flapping and waving as modern vehicles pass his ancient soul by.
He turns and disappears into the well of living souls but a figment of imagination.
Walking away.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DRIP OF A SEXUAL DROP) A COLLAB FEATURING STARLET WILLIAMS



(DRIP OF A SEXUAL DROP) A COLLAB FEATURING STARLET WILLIAMS
TH E MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF OUR VOYAGE…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piF-ObPhQPc&feature=youtube_gdata_player

STARLET
Deluge into me
Paralyze me
Rapture me
In my lustful pursuit
To interlace with you
Drive my temptations
Higher and Higher
Drench me
In the sweat of your brow
Possess my heart of eagerness
Silently thumping
Caressing my membranes
The wave I can’t explain
Appease my wishes
Have me soaring
Like a eagle
Rollicking in its habitat
While your breath lingers
Gliding exotically
Over my sizzling Body
As you leisurely
Cascade into my tenderness
Screaming you got it .. got it
In ecstasy surge through me
As we blend into our sexual understanding
Of needing and wanting more
Between our seductive organisms
We glow smoldering in our lust

JERALD
I raining fall upon you…
A soaking storm of thumping bass…
Dwelling as thunder.
I merge with the follicles of your hair…
The deepest pits of your pores.
Explode in your mitochondrial.
You the canvass for this glorious display as your voice bouncing across the void and merging with the spark.
I shall take you there and bring you back, watching as you slump from my erection to the bed.
We having journeyed billions of years in these minutes and hours.
I stroke you as you tremble hot yet shivering from hurtling through infinity…
Having died the little death.
We resplendent in the sheen of our lust.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND STARLET WILLIAMS

THE TRUE QUEEN STILL LIVES


[THE TRUE QUEEN STILL LIVES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PAY ATTENTION..
http://youtu.be/zVE052V0ung


She born of a vivid dream in the place of my originality... the font of my creativity flows from her being.

I who burst forth from her womb as modern Dislocated African in a land away from that of my peoples birth and placement by Allah.
To forsake her would be folly for she is the healing of warriors who lost in battle roam blind... Scales over their eyes.
Scales tipped in the favor of the enemy who has placed seemingly impenetrable odds on the path to truth... Made self hate a fashion statement.
Blond hair, blue eyes and fairy tales.
She remains the constant in her natural state born of the clay and water of a stream in the Motherland...
Her hair the trunks and branches of the tree, the darkness of night in the blackness, the spirals of the universal found in her nappy roots.
She contains the map that shall lead all men home, raiders, pirates and slavers have sought her booty... claimed that they sought treasure while the treasure was always right in sight.
She is my queen and her story is mine just as mine is hers as we, some lost and others found live in such confusing times.
The map in plain view.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY