[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
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 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
