(NAKED LIES AND THE NAKED TRUTH)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DROP...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ag-EDmlGRM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Are we really grown here in these modern times?
We who have used the word love for so long and in so many languages... Many lost to that place where dead languages go... The alphabetic heaven where poem, prose and letters home speak of loving her... Loving him in reverent tones.
We modern in Babylon find ourselves still locked in a battle against our nature.
We finding images of love and lust abnormal when it is who we are.
Love and lust entwined so deep that to have one without the other is lunacy.
We formed of love and sweaty lust.
We bursting forth from the womb nude...
Suckling at the naked breast of life.
Still ashamed of our nudity...
Our form molded in a chamber of Allah where he probably chuckled at the irony of love and lust...
We placed unclothed in a garden of plenty and given great keys...
We wanting more as love and lust led man to sin.
She all he could see... They cemented.
Together they have become we and we still have no overstanding of love and lust...
Why we could be free if we embraced the art of God.
We carbon and water and built of the particles of a long lost star, a fraction of a second is our existence as defined by omnipotence, by omnipresent and billions of years.
We grown peruse not these things as we see only what we are trained to see.
We fail to see the beauty.
That has become our reality.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
