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Saturday, September 27, 2014

(THE ISM AND THE SCHISM)
THE SOUND... FUNKING THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/fQ3wAE73Ha0

Here I come to spit mad ism into this virtual schism where people robbed of their vision run scared of the lyricism.
I standing tall on the seventh hill where the ink spill decides Floridians fate and dreams are killed by pieces of paper called bills.
I a decendant of the Africaninity residing in the city T'allah'assee where the union never reached the confederacy, bout a step from full slavery.
A savage twist and a full metal on metal shriek as I manifest this see?
This deadly samurai soliloquy where these words rip to shreds conspiracy,
Hypothetically, virtually and spiritually.
This ism is the antitypical light shining through an alphabetic prism and falling to the floor as a man screams freedom from these mental prisons where capitalism and socialism done created a distorted realism.
I a man at the epicenter looking into the perimeter and pondering the depths of nuclear winter.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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