{COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF FEELING YOU}
THE SOUND...SO FUNKY YO ASS BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8-tGMYALKpo
She causeth I to salivate salaciously.
Oh my, I say exclamatoriously...
Out here where I can invent words and be the poet I was meant to be.
She is the black queen that drives my kingly and I in her honor and for her honor would crush a Billion regimes, fight a trillion raging beasts, bring tricknowledge to its bended knees and put a bullet in its head.
I be that dedicated to who you are.
What you represent.
Some of that primitive drum drop, see?
I thumps these keys and bumps these keys trying to get the people to dance round the freedom fire burning in mine blackened soul.
Your skin containing the nectar I, nay we need to survive.
The potion to cure the curse.
The elixer that would causeth I, nay we, to be God and Earth.
Sun and moon.
The uni-vers- all.
My mind drools in pools of loving you to much to let go of that dream.
That all consuming thought that in space would be the anti-matter holding matter in place, in Asian philosophy the Yin and Yang.
Ancient times Isis and Osirus.
I slobbing at the thought of what we the prototypical could be, see?
Whew weee and you all brown, black and pecan tan have the become the land that accepts the caresses of my blackest seas.
For you I would funk a revolution...
Jimi Hendrix this shit...
Marvin Gaye smooth this shit...
Afrika Bambatta bump bang boogie this shit.
Black woman you make me have to use this paper as a towel to soak up the ink I'm slobbering in your honor.
All I ask is that you see...
See?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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