[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
[KNOWLEDGE OF IMHOTEP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... CRANIUM BLASTER...
http://youtu.be/7CM2qQ9h4Z0
I am dawn breaking on the surface of your brain...
The rain that falls and brings life... the ebb and the flow.
I am the fire and brimstone destroying preconceived notions... the bane of false hope.
I am truth unleashed and set loose to sully the whitewash.
Eye am the son of the sun.
The son of a son of formerly free Africans brought to the seventh level of hell.
Eye the sun.
I consume 33 and a third in my circumference as I reach the starting point at the end of my stroll.
Full circle encompassing the square.
A mile wide rock falling from the blackness of space in broad daylight trailing stardust.
My impact is cataclysmic...
Clouds of dust that cover as I so cold make felt my control...
I rise over craniums and shine pineal down...
I wear the crown.
Eye am the son.
Sun.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[CANDY PAINT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND...
http://youtu.be/WpD4voe61Ro
I feel her all in my hydraulics...
The joints where cartilage cushions my impact...
She is my suspension as I navigate this highway.
Her smile is the candy paint job... dripping on a sunlit day.
I lean back into her chassis and feel the comfort of her ride.
Heated seats and Bose sound system as she comes to me in stereo. Straight into the grey matter of my brain.
Left channel and right perfectly balanced.
I take her for a spin and I see the envious looks.
Such a fine vehicle that I got to show it off.
I grip her and stroke the fabric as I settle in and push buttons.
We cruise leaning to the left...
Sittin on chrome and smoking 93...
I feel her all in my hydraulics.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
