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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