(A QUEENS PLACE)
THE SOUND...

Would you stand with me?
I mean would you place your back against mine and go toe to toe with the world for me?
Be my queen?
So many potential Nefertiti's, Isis's and Nandi's lost to materialism and class.
Lost to Brazilian weaves and million dollar dreams when their very skin color is rich.
Like chocolate and expresso.
When the enemy comes to claim our child and leads him or her away to be indoctrinated will you see the futility... The utter insanity?
When they put a portrait of a white man in his face at church or on the t.v. will you tell our baby the truth?
Will you tell my son to be warrior and my daughter to be the daughter of a warrior... The wife of a warrior, the mother of a warrior?
Independent cause her man is independent.
We conquered and divided in a strange land where the children have the power.
A finger on the cellphone pad.
Dialing 911 till the police come and take parents away.
Take the child and make him hate himself or herself as images flash cross the screen.
Grimacing gold teeth and thot... Guns and another nigga slain by the ignorance rapped staccato.
If I put a ring on your finger and a pistol on your hand would you be ready to fight for ours?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A KIND OF MAN)
THE SOUND OF THE BLADE SWISHING AND THE BULLET WHINING...

And kind of man standing began to flex his muscle, exert control over other men while taking away individuality.
Oh how the masses became so weak that they fought for the man who was royalty when in fact all his power was theirs.
They tricked became whores to the system, fucked at birth, fucked in the schools, fucked in the courtroom as the judges and lawyers enjoyed the orgy.
They let him sell them thinly veiled stories and straight Saddam Hussein, Ben Laden lies, royalty creating conflict and destroying lives.
Only enough ZMAPP for the white folks... Ha Ha motherfucker that's the joke.
Such a story of misplaced trust as the religious have become the gears and cogs of the machine.
Grinding, growing old and being replaced.
Same headline as yesterday.
Black Man Killed By the Police, Black Man Killed By a Black Man,
Black Man Killed By His Education.
Taught that to be equal he got to be the equal of a white man when the very thought of that is hypocrisy...
What fool wants to be the beast?
So much blood on his hands as he cannabalistic swallows the very soul of who we once were.
Way before slavery, segregation and the penitentiary...
Way before black men were called the disease.
Man standing stretched and flexed a bicep.
Looked at his wrist and saw the scars of the chains, of the shackles that he had shattered with the power of his mind.
No king, no ruler and no bounds.
Let there be light.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NOCTURNALLY) EROTIQUE
THE SOUND OF A LUCID MEMORY...
http://youtu.be/BcdaDdlNSGU

No matter how much I consciously try to forget you my subconscious pulls you up.
I find myself feeling you even though that time clearly has passed.
My heartbeat growing faster and my loins grow heavy.
I swept along as you undress and lay on the floor and spread your phat full thighs for me.
Ask me if that's what I like.
Your thick nipples fill my mouth.
I suck as I fall into your pussy.
As you stroke the inches of my meat.
As you remark on the thickness and throw it back.
I grabbing your ass cheeks and driving deep.
I kissing you as I feel the fluttering pulsations of your sugar walls.
The thumping in my pens.
The head as it swells.
I once loved you so much that no other woman could come between us and I see your juice as it squirts from your clit.
A fountain that I drank from time and time again.
It giving me life...
It giving me strength.
I cum deeply into you and pull out as you fade.
I awake and find myself alone.
Sticky from our nocturnal encounter.
I still love you in my dreams.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BABY) THE XXX RATED VERSION
THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/uJZqhADszQ8

Baby you got such a pretty punani, it making I so dizzy as I reflect it in my brown and white optical orbs.
Drink it in and it shoots images straight to my brain.
A fraction of a second so small that measured it would become a number so infinitesimal yet so profound.
See baby your punani it talks to me... It says "Lick me Daddy... Awwww beat me Daddy."
It fucks me up and fills my ears with song.
Blood rushing to my loins where my pole grows thick and heavy... Makes my balls hurt with the need ti fill you with my cum as you cum... As I taste of you fluid and warm.
Baby your punani is the saving of me from the drudgery of self manipulation... The agony of hearing you and not being able to... To touch you.
The sounds of you exploding electronic in my headphones as I explode roaring in yours.
Baby all you got to say is a word...
Well two.
"Come here."
Baby I will come to you and speak such sweet words to your punani that you sighing will fall gently back and erupt from bud, spread your petals and shine resplendent in your splendor.
Baby you got such a pretty punani.
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE SHATTERED SCATTERED REMNANTS OF A REBUILT HEART)
THE SOUND...

You broke my heart into a portrait reminiscent of the billions of stars that are in the sky.
Eye fractured and scattered and left for dead.
Eye fragmented.
A bitter reminder that love is not promised to everyone.
The fire of my pain grew and threatened to consume the cosmos of my overstanding... The realm of my existence.
Eye sitting on the dark floor of nothingness collapsed into my hollow core and became the night.
The form standing over the bed...
The unknown in the sky where clouds block the light.
The unseen.
And Lo!
A spark in the extreme distance became the rushing roar.
The big bang.
A pineal wave of destruction and rebirth as the dragon and the lion merged and ignited the landscape as man rearranged became forged titanium steel.
A most lovely thing as eye weld evicerating lyrics and solar wind syntax.
Love you have served to make eye strong.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DEEP AND LOW)
THE SOUND... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...

A second as I engage you, take you to my lair.
Show you the soft side of the beast while remaining hard.
So fucked up in your juicy.
Where I a man, a beast wanna be.
A Skeet a Skeet a skeeeetttt all over the blossom of your lotus.
All over the mounds, valleys and curves of your phat full exterior.
You make me wanna be the drop...
The spatter glistening in the soft light.
The sigh caught on a short breath...
An exclamation.
As I beast, man, beast?  Flip between these realms.
Looking at you I am reminded that you are indeed queen.
As I minister to your royal needs.
Between the sheets.
On these streets.
Drifting on the dizzying heights of your pheromones.
I as bird flutter on your wings.
Vibrating, humming, strumming.
The honey so sweet.
You as I push your legs back and let you sit pon my beard.
A second please...
I want to engage you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DEMENTIA)
THE SOUND OF LYRICS BEING RECONSTRUCTED AS THEY ARE RIPPED FROM NON EXISTENCE...
http://youtu.be/H9WMWyzN6-

A mad poet sits with the elements of a scribe floating in the air surrounding him.
He reaches out and touches a fragment of the alphabet... Feeling it nucleonic weight.
He let's it go and around it the other letters radiate and become alive with the glow.
The mad writer reaching out again absorbs them and transcribes in a hazy daze.
He blinking in and out of this existence.
His surroundings becoming a dull hum.
The people becoming the sum of all that have ever lived... All who have loved... Have hated.
The mad writer seeing their ancestors past.
Oh how the mad writer wishes he had not learned how to travel thusly but he was born this way.
Ahhhh to be sheep but the curse of the mad writer is lion.
His claws are graphite and ink, paint and charcoal, they have carved into rock.
His teeth titanium steel.
The mad writer sits back and takes a breath and he is back in this eventuality.
His letters hidden in one of his other dimensions.
He gathers his things and sheaths his claws.
He walks among man as man.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thy eyes as the guide and I am swept into the void.
I am become as ether and I am absorbed.
Would that I could describe thine profound effect on the depth of mine scribe... Mine ascension from the triple stages where I beast roamed looking for victims.
Taking of the fruit... Dropping seed.
The mists swirling as my appearance was made known to all I encountered.
In mine memories where I an egg in an ancestors womb was African.
An embryo in stasis waiting to be born to die.
That is where thy light was a guide... A fire burning in the krall as knowledge was divulged to a young warriors ears.
In my memories I hear mine peoples screams and smell the blood as it cries from the soil... From the Atlantic ocean floor.
A slave somewhere in Georgia as I a slave work for free.
Stand in the field and feel the breeze as it washes over mine sun darkened skin.
Thy shine... Thy shine, and I present see the same mentality... Slave... Free.
You a most poignant reminder.
Thou queen...
Thou empress created in Allah's lab are the pinpoint of brilliance sparked in I and I as I here reside.
The atypical origination of mine philosophy.
I who have never died even though I buried have turned to dust.
Thine eyes...
They shine...
They shine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(EYE SPEAK)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS REVELATION... THIS BEAT IS EXQUISITE...
http://youtu.be/M-ekE3Wz8ug

Eye speak dese torn from the red clay degrees as the masses they fall ever more victim to the forgetting disease.
Eye once cried cause the solution seemed so simple in a child's mind as I watched reality ripple then dimple...
Creased so sharp that it broke and shattered into tattered shards...
Saw them glittering like diamonds scattered on the urban dance floor where all so many want is more.
More food, more money, more time.
Eye see silicone booties bouncing on my t.v. as these women try to be?
As these men try to be women, see?
Eye speak... Eye speak.
Eye see and these things they drop me to my knees as I pray for the 7 heavens to open up and answer a sons pleas.
To send some release.
To cure the plague sweeping the land as the full magnitude of the illuminati's plan is revealed.
The blood as foretold is spilled
Sun touching mountain peak as eye...
Eye speak.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY