LOVE LIVES

(LOVE LIVES) A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY ADRIENN BENEWAY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLs3sivEcLY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Did you know that love has life...
That it can be a friend or an enemy...
Did you know love can kill mentally and physically...
That it has the ability to laugh.
Love can sing, a song so sweet that the leaves of trees seem to sway in its breeze.
They suspended in a lovers eyes on a day in winter devoid of their color.
They blooming on a spring day vibrant and green.
Love can revive... Lift the dead right out of a soul.
Make it alive and free.
Did you know these things?
That love can make a grown man cry tears from red eyes...
He wondering why love had to be so mean.
He remembering when love made him smile.
When she was the apple of his eyes.
Where she was once juicy and sweet she has become bitter.
Love can sour.
Drown some in sorrow and take others to fluffy clouds.
Love lives in books and on computer screens.
On walls and carved into trees.
Did you know that love never having died has life?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SEXTRAVAGANZA)
MUSIC PLEASE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idmE96EWKHo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

He opened his eyes and she lie sleeping next to him.
He was confounded yet he did not look away.
Enthralled was he.
He dared not wake this exquisite creature.
She looking like frail for to he...
Yet there was strength in her form.
She stirred and turned and he saw her nipples.
Her belly button... The v between her thighs.
She opened her eyes and looked into his and so many words were spoken, even though none were.
She stood and stretched and he saw her sex.
Pouty and full.
He stood and his manhood Hung strong and thick but he made no move towards her.
He savoring every fraction of this reverberating second.
She bit her lip and he cocked his head to the side his manhood starting to rise
Her eyes stretched in wonder.
They stayed like that... Looking at each other until the pounding blood sounded like rolling thunder in their ears.
He needing her.
She needing he as they fell to the floor and he drove into she, she rode him back, she on her knees as he stroked her inner sides.
Sweat mingled with wet and juicy.
The two became one then two and sometimes it felt like three ... He calling her name so loud that the windows seemed to rattle.
She purring and clawing his ass, his back.
Finally, he exploding as she begs him to fill her up, it running down her ass cheeks.
He falls beside her and looks into her eyes.
No words are needed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SON REFLECTING IN THE SUNSHINE)

(SON REFLECTING IN THE SUNSHINE)
THE MUSIC...

You thought you could silence I n I.
Think again.
Did the sun not rise the morning from the depths of a black sky?
Does it now shine from a fluffy cloud filled sky, they hanging against a blue scene.
Do I not see it?
Can't silence I n I.
As long a shred of injustice exists against my people there will be others like I.
Eye see... We see.
You thought exile could break we.Silence our screams.
Nelson in a prison cell... Martin Lee Anderson in a boot camp. Malcolm made into a violent man when he was peace.
As long as a breath is pulled into my lungs and becomes oxygenated blood beating through my notty black heart I will be a thorn in the side of the establishment cause the establishment don't represent me or the children of chattel slavery.
Children of Israel lingering in Babylon where the sun shines on stolen ground... Dust of a great civilization rising under shuffling feet.
Nahhh... Silence ain't for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGE CONUNDRUM)
THE MUSIC... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmjG7lOsY8g&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I mean what would I be without you?
You ripped from an ancient mans rib on a starlit night.
Fashioned from the same framework as he but oh so different.
Lions and hyenas in the back ground as you black and beautiful emerged formed of carbon and water.
Soft as wet...
What would I be if you had not borne Moses, Shaka, and Hannibal?
If you had not let me take your hand and shown you the celestial heavens spinning in slow motion above our nappy heads.
If you had not been in the hold of those slaveships.
We born of Kemit, Kush, and Sheba now known as Ethiopia.
Where would I be if you had given up in segregation.
Dogs barking while white police bashed black skulls and crosses burnt on southern lawns.
Our childs body swinging in the flickering light and hanging lifeless from our favorite pecan tree.
Where would i?
No what would I?
No… Could I be?
Thats why I will never forsake the words spoken to an ancient man by seraphim.
She is bequeathed unto thee...
She your other half.
Two parts of a whole.
I open my eyes and I see...
Thee... the black woman as queen supreme.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY