[CHARCOAL IN YOUR SKIN]

[CHARCOAL IN YOUR SKIN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/lUfc7s6xP4g

Is that charcoal I see in your skin...

Carbon and water reflections as I fancy free glance at thee...

How can one so delicate be so graceful, so strong?

Able to take the pressure of me...

The sprinkles and the driving need.

So wet while having the ability to be the catalyst for so much fire that has swept planetarily...

Sweeping across the forest of humanity.

Setting some mentalities free while holding so many enslaved.

Lost in the hold of your charms formed of this earth that we trod while searching for identity.

A reason for this insanity.

We in the womb lost in primal passions while professing moderninity.

The perusal of a man...

Reflecting on the charcoal in your skin...

The beauty of our beginnings

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

MAMA DONT CRY

[MAMA DONT CRY] A TOPIC REQUESTED BY ALICIA PRICE AND DEDICATED TO MY MAMA
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN AND WATCH THIS VIDEO...
http://youtu.be/-wq3JTdTU3s

Mama I remember the things that you taught me and thats when I remember that there are things that you taught me that I dont remember.
Things that I have taught to my children that they will not remember.
Mama remember when I was a little boy and you planted that garden, how the man came with the mule and the plow and turned the dirt.
Bugs and worms came to the top and birds came to feed.
We planted the seeds and you showed me the sunflower, told me it would grow taller than me and strong.
I saw the seedlings become tomatoes and cucumbers, peppers and eggplants... The most beautiful flowers.
I in coexistence as the frogs came to eat the worms, the snakes came to eat the frogs, the cats to eat the snakes... Chickens scratching the soil.
Me and Steve my best friend as he barked and gave chase, such a loyal and dedicated brother till the day he died.
We buried him like family.
Mama you taught me that all is connected and that there are no loose ends as I savored the juice of tomatoes straight off the vine... Sprinkled with salt that came from the rocks.
From the tears that fell when things were bad... Our smiles when we were glad
Mama I may not get to say this all the time but Mama I want you to know I remember when I think of the fact that so many of my friends have lost their mothers.
Never to hear their voices again except in dreams and fragmented memories.
Mama I love you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY