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Sunday, July 6, 2014

{THE STORY IS TOLD} SENRYU


{THE STORY IS TOLD}  SENRYU
THE MUSIC... PLEASE LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/IrnPw_5lrn8

{THE SOLDIER}
Man born as green sprout 
His roots digging into earth
He becomes entrenched



{WARRIOR SOUL}
At times lion he
At times lover, he is soft
The planet he, calm


{HER ESSENCE}
His queen is soft rain
She is his healing nation
Her air his relief 


{LOVE BORN}
Together complete
They linger in loves embrace
Beautiful dawn

{ATMOSPHERE}
Air gently quivers
The future promised come, gone
A sigh from times soul



{FORTITUDE}
The road less traveled
Sun drenched and forever stretching
They weather it one 

(THE CURTAINS RISE ON ACT ONE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ACT...
Beautiful Piano Beat / Instrumental [2012]: http://youtu.be/sxKtqF00dog

The setting: a sidewalk somewhere in Amerikka.

His heart an open wound cries the red blood of her name as it leaks to thirsty ground.
He lying wounded grievously is only a moment from death, for he without her pumping hydraulic through his system cannot rise.
Vultures circle his dying form as it lies in the light of finally overstanding how essential she is to he.
The patterns of life forming pictures of what they should be on the screen of his psyche.
An angel leading him to the edge of the stage right.
He takes his leave as the crowd screams his name.
Such a performance having never been seen by they.
So many awakened souls calling him back.
He enters again stage right and takes his bow.
Explaining the things that he witnessed as he breathed his last breath and hovered above his prone form.
He is now  star, this son born of man.
This sun born of woman.
Hydrogen in his form...
He bows again deeply.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

LION FALLING FROM THE SKY
THE SOUND OF LION FALLING..
Floating in the Space [Trap Beat 2014]: http://youtu.be/_7toLXv7E3o

And you went off looking for me in the land of false expectations where fools abound.
I have never resided there for I born of the spark shone from my conception.
It was known that I would come...
The ghetto producing light has always been a factor.
Prophets standing on street corners dropping knowledge.
Building as they stand on concrete squares.
From the depths of the deepest darkest.
Queens of brown and black skin with fire in their soul.
Somebody mention Maya Angelou.
I once too was caged bird... My wings... My wings.
You looking in the land of underestimation where empty hulls that were once men blow in the wind.
Become cinders and smoking clouds as you are consumed by the atmosphere.
The curse of not knowing who you are.
A vain attempt at being equal while not gaining overstanding.
Equal to who?
Are you not man?
Is that not justification enough?
I do not occupy the planes of the dimension where you seek.
I am.
Eye am.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE RESURRECTION)
THE MUSIC.... DON'T SLEEP ON IT...
IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
Epic Orchestral Underground Hip Hop / Rap Instrum…: http://youtu.be/ySRcZ6X5jvo

Just when you thought you had obliterated me I came surging verbally...
A pure black psyche ripped from the knowledge tree...
A branch to beat the ass of hypocrisy and drop degrees and decrees.
Just when you thought you had killed I and I, I and I opened a can of Sellasie I mixed with why the fuck why and took that shit waaayyy out there somewhere way past in fin I ti...
A shogun in an alphabetic dojo suspended an I mation... Pure creation.
Impact so hard that motherfuckers in other universes pause and nod...
That's that shit.
Amoebas in purple puddles be...
Salat to Allah on jalsa's knee.
Just when you thought I was dead and buried, bones and hair I became your worst nightmare.
Thoughts formed of pure Melanin Magnetically joined rhythmically and dropped blacker than the eye of Osiris see...
The womb of Isis and the immaculate conception.
Stolen, worked and thrown away.
I do not motherfucking play.
They tried to obliterate me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHERE THE???)
THE MUSIC...
Marz Madness - Shawty A Gem ( Prod. The Ivy Club): http://youtu.be/_Hxm2baJBcM

And I am ripped from the here and now into the what ifs as I smell your scent cybernetic...
What if and shit becomes primal as I visualize you laid out and shining from the soft sheen of sweat that graces your skin.
My meat and yours as I sink in... Brown and black.
Pink petals pulled back.
I taste.
I taste yesterday, tommorrow and a beautiful future.
Hmmmm.
You rip me from the drudgery and the insanity as I intergalactic and interdemensional linger on your physique.
Fuck my way into your nubianity.
Bring blackness boiling forth from your loins.
It translucent shining as it skeets glistening into the air and redistributed as drops splattered as I beat down, bend down and drink.
One minute in 1860 the next 2014, time irrelevant where we be.
Me making you and you making me see... Be 4d.
We ripped from this, shredded and fucking free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(JUICY FRUIT)
THE MUSIC... CAUSE SEX IS BASS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5vvCo0oxGk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Tell me something.
How did your fruit get so fat?
Why does it hang like that?
It making me want to place it to my lips and suck its juice.
So ripe and sweet, traveling across my taste buds and permeating into the utter depths of who I be.
Carbon, salt and water.
I seeking to be enveloped in its warm and wet embrace.
Ensheathed.
Your fruit is the makings of we... A taste of the tree of knowing these things.
The incubator of our seed... The vessel of our release.
So vital to who we be.
Any person who has a problem with that must be diseased, the root of the problem.
Cursed by the witchdoctor with ignorance and self hate.
A taste of your juice the only cure for this malady.
It covered in fuzz like the skin of a peach... So pretty in its brown and pink tones.
Fragrant beyond belief on a purely pheromonic level.
Playing across all my receptors as o digress onto these degrees ripped from the triple stages and bring them to the light to grow strong In the sun.
Phat fruit hanging free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LITTLE DEATH)


(THE LITTLE DEATH) DEDICATED TO SMOKESTACK
THE MUSIC... LISTEN AS YOU READ...
Hip-Hop Rap Beat Instrumental 2014: http://youtu.be/qB6HZtjVDSg


(OH MY!)
She an enigma
The breeze in her voice so gentle
Her juice must taste sweet

(DAMNNN!)
Her thighs the thick trees
Leading a man to ponder
Can mortals talk nymph

(LET ME SEE)
Suspended she shines
Luminescent and vibrant
Moonlight lights the path

(I WANT TO)
Man becomes lion strong
His blood fills his loins heavy
He desires her so

(CUM)
Thunder rumbles deep
Bass shaking the core of he
Release imminent

(IN YOU)
They as vapor rise
They metaphysical born
He sniffs her air, ahhhh


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BETWEEN SHEETS OF PASSION) Featuring Lachelle Johnson
THE MUSIC... IT'S SO LOVELY
Beautiful Thoughts-Sad Piano/Strings Hip Hop Inst…: http://youtu.be/xzySDRm09jQ

L
Bowing before the King, lips wet, anticipation of the savory chocolate dripping from the fountain of his pen.

J
Her form like the lines he scribes are fine... So succulent that he wants to eat her up.
Lick her in and out.
Taste of her core.

L
Relax as the warmth takes you into a galaxy of my heaven.  As your thoughts radiates... biting your lip awaiting my next move..

J
I lying in you look into your eyes... Rub back your hair and let you take me exploring into your depths.
Thumping in your soul... Thump... Thump in my heavy meat...

L
Savoring the Queen that succulently rules the kingdom ...awakening every essence of her presence within him...

J
He absorbing and becoming a component of she the queen metaphysically...
Playing in your sweet and juicy...

L
Saturate the chamber floors... laying in the orchids that bloom within the depths  of fantasies ..delicious mind blowing...soul drenching...keeps my heart dancing to the acoustic of the rhythm that plays over and over again on the sheets now soaked with the Ink of my King..Hmmm I feel the fire..taste the power ...hypnotized in his Atmosphere...laying on the clouds as passion rolls down the thighs of each emotion... Aww babe.. stay right there..

By JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LACHELLE JOHNSON

(THE LESSON LOVE) SENRYU
THE MUSIC...
Nightmares On Wax - Deepdown: http://youtu.be/VjVbJH1F3cU

(HE)
Man exists nothing
Amniotic fluid stasis
He is born screaming

(NATURE)
Green leaves shine vibrant
The red rose glows fluorescent
He man as child sees

(PUPPY LOVE)
She is the petals
They drifting fragrant to earth
He loves her, loves not

(BITTER LESSON)
She becomes desert
He is the parched traveler
No oasis exists

(HEARTBREAK)
His tears salty fall
His heart broken bleeds heavy
He whispers her name

(PAIN)
Time becomes Autuum
The summer hot and humid
Another year alone

(REGENERATION)
She is the dawning
Twilight dances in her eyes
He smiles at the irony

(REBIRTH)
The night is their place
A candle melting away
They now know of love

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A DRINK OF YOU IS ALL I NEED)


(A DRINK OF YOU IS ALL I NEED)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ROMP...
She Ride *NEW* Hip-Hop/R&B FL STUDIO | FREE DL: http://youtu.be/rAgIY_nM0RU


And I shall drink of your ambrosia as it flows from your womb...
I the beast stimulating its production as I lick at your clit, bite the back of your thighs.
A nibble of your chocolate laced skin.
A kiss on your punani.
It smiling at me.
Revealing the pink layers, they moist and shiny... Pretty pink pussy.
Your juice flowing as honey cross my tongue, a taste of creation... Sinking into the layers of me and giving me the strength to vibrate strong.
Play with your nipples as I drop tongue as deep as it can go.
Lick at the walls and lap away your inhibitions.
Tremors and undulating flesh as you cum... Hmmmmmm on that clit.
Stand up slap it with dick.
Get back on my knees and grab your hips... grind you down.
My mouth affixed to that pussy as I lick on your lips... They phat with your screaming release.
Your whimpers... Your moans as you flow forth.
I intoxicated on your potent elixir dizzy as I taste thee so sweet.
The beast beating at my senses and romping free.
Drinking of your ambrosia as it warm flows from your womb.
Gives him new life.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY


(THE EXQUISITE DANCE) FEATURING
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
Smooth Piano and Choir Beat Instrumental "Moonlig…: http://youtu.be/uUPO766LF0U

Softly it breezes by, caressing non stop from the high.......this is more than expected but to far to return. Sterile key unlocks the gates to a  river untold, the boat transparent to  the likes of what's foretold.

I interstellar and manifest as the ebb and flow continues unabated.
I here, their, I everywhere.
The door opens.
I a stream of consciousness on a wrinkled brain be.
Feeling like...

Loud sighs and irate whispers from the knife cutting deep, I cover my senses not to screech. I unraveled the pain and the joy of an intimate affair.

The pain and desperation of being so involved.
The pure drive just to stay alive.
I wanting to be the clouds even on grey days.
Drenched in the liquidity.

Silky washed downed forces colliding, drops of rain drip in where I'm residing.

Flowing over my soul and it sighs...
Ahhhh... Life flows.
Dropping down pon me...

Researching the options of a slaved pleasure, correctly plots of gyms and playgrounds are better. Tastefully teasing all the efforts at hand, gripped satin cascades my curves my souls in a trance .

I... me and she recede as a yell echoed becomes a whisper and then silence.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LEONA

(THE REVELATION part two) THEY CAME
THE SOUNDTRACK...
They Came part two: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZ-7xpWuULU7Vy2FE6rU9bi

He comes from the most unlikely of places...
When the black government vehicles pull into the projects where he lives the drug dealers make hasty retreats but the agents ignore them.
It is not drugs they seek.
People come outside to see what is happening and they are surprised to see which door the two agents that lead the others  go to.
They knock and the woman who opens the door is surprised to see them standing there.
She is wary of them and they assure her that no one is in trouble.
She let's the two of them in and one of them asks to see her son, the oldest one, she asks why.
He explains that it is urgent.
She asks him again why and he tells her that he will explain everything if she and her son will come with them.
They hear reggae booming in one of the rooms.
She goes to the door and they hear her knock.
The music turns down and they hear a young man's vibrant voice say "What?"
"Boy I don't know what you done did but you need to open this damn door."
There is a pause and the agents hear the door open.
"What you want momma?"
"What the hell you done done?"
"I ain't done nothin momma. I just came home and started reading."
"Boy you better not be lying to me. I done told you bout hanging out with them damn thugs."
"Awww momma."
"Dont aww momma me boy.
Get yo ass out here and see what these people want."
"What people?"
The young man peeps his head out of the door and when he sees the agents he quickly steps out of the room and closes the door.
The agents catch a whiff of marijuana and incense as the young man walks towards them.
They hear other doors open and they see heads peeping out.
It is his sister and brother.
The young man reaches them and one of the agents looks at him and says his name.
"Kano Jones."
The young man looks at him and says "Yep."
"Sir, we need you to come with us.
It is a matter of national urgency."
Kano's mother looks at them and says "Cracker you must be crazy. My son ain't goin nowhere by himself with you."
"Miss Jones, you and your other children need to come as well, the agent who first spoke says.
My name is Donald Rucker and I work for the United States government, I assure you that your family will be well cared for.
She looks at them and says "What is this about? Is it about them damn spaceships?"
Rucker says, "Miss Jones we need you to cooperate with us."
She looks from the agents to her son and says "What do you wanna do."
Her son says "Lets see what they talkin bout."
There is something in his eyes that they agents hadn't noticed before.
Tucker notices it now.
He had known that they were coming.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE TALE OF THE BLACK SHEEP)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
Blunted [PROD. ICDMAW] (Curren$y Type Beat): http://youtu.be/Hcx2JZ1RDUg

There are those among the sheep that know that monsters exist... They having thrown away their ability to stampede into the corner and huddle up.
They having effectively become black.
There they stand in the forefront against the monstrous onslaught.
These black sheep having grown teeth and claws.
They stand protecting the flock as the shepherd who supposedly protects them has sold their flesh, pound for pound to the highest bidder.
Fanning themselves with fans that bear the monsters name as they listen to watered down sermons... Dance in adulation.
Are fed the lie bit bit by bit.
Chewing it as cud, chapter and verse.
The black sheep looking on in amazement for these were once his people, he having been born of them.
They having been marked by the ram... The goat... The beast Beelzebub.
He wearing symbols arresting to his allegiance.
Leading them to his fiery pit.
Deacons, preachers and usherboards where they are given positions of power that are really powerless..
They having been corraled and marked for consumption.
The symbol of death hanging on a chain around their necks.
Carved of gold, carved of silver, carved of wood.
Blood and gore.
The black sheep standing upright as these things apparent manifest.
The flock behind him trembling in terror at the beast that they let in.
He looking so like them as his teeth and lips drip the blood of their young and old.
They afraid to confront him because the clergy alludes to peace when all they receive is violent intentions.
The wolf while looking like they is certainly not sheep.
The black sheep... They see these things.
They fight back.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MAN STANDING ON THE MOUNTAIN AND RAGING)
THE MISIC... THIS WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT...
psycho realm - premonitions (subtitulado en españ…: http://youtu.be/Kcm62mHevYM

I streak startling into your atmosphere.
I am the brightest light created  from my reaction with the molecules of your being.
My charge so strong that nothing stands in my way.
I bring mergence or fire.
Enough volts to power an Amerikkkan city of the unenlightend...
Wake em from darkness and ring the alarm... Get with that.
Standing startled by my impact.
The flash which finds you scurrying to get to cover.
To get yo ass out my way.
I am lightning, thunder and the after effect.
The storm that rages within the soul of man.
Yeah... I am that.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE FOLLY OF BLACK HISTORY AND THE MODERN PSYCHE)
THE MUSIC...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydX82aYz1hQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

You my people are displaced... Living in the den of iniquity where you the oppressed are the enemy.
Labled the problem.
2014 and still languishing in the psychology of Willie Lynch and Manifest Destinies.
Surrounded by images of the degrees of the Illuminati and pure bufoonery flashing at subconsciously captured speeds as you watch realty t.v.
Gold, diamonds and tomfoolery.
You my people are displaced...
Taught to hate your own identity and doomed to live in hell as heaven looms just beyond the horizon... Suburban streets where the grass is green and children ride bicycles with no knowledge or experiences of police brutality and racial profiling.
Where a white boy can walk with a hood on his head and still be seen as non-threatning.
"Oh that's Toms son" as they drive by and speak... "Hi Brandon..."
He on his way to commit a burglary.
In his backpack he carries crystal meth and pcp.
You my people are displaced...
Struggling and scratching to get by on unequal salaries and unfair trade practices as you pay more for your house, your car and your education in a land where they claim democracy, tolerance and humility.
Where if you see the conspiracy its called militancy and hate unless its committed by the teaparty.
If that ain't displaced I had my momma.
Oh say can you see the disparities?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE GIFT INSPIRATION

(THE GIFT INSPIRATION) A COLLAB FEATURING LEONA TREMONT
THE MUSIC FA THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/4dt2sJeWyH8

Once when we were young and gifted with innocence the world opened her arms and showed us her wonders.
We looked on in awe as flowers bloomed and butterflies burst from cocoons.
Fruit so sweet and bursting with juice.
Love a faint twinge of what it would become.
The beats that throb our hearts.

Intwine with our fears of desperation, feel the tingles in body when it starts to play. Magical moments when I'm on it, this is the time for me. Realistic fantasies of a goal that seems to far to reach. Tainted souls unfold when my heart throbs and beat. Time tells all if your gifted or not. Check the consequences of the equation a writer I'm not.

Yet to be gifted is to have conquered time, space and relativity... The gift is seeing beyond even these things which so large to many are inconsequential to others.
We as leaf floating in the breeze.
We as fish in a vast sea.
Our reality only as big as the dreams that we seek to make live.

Living is a blindsided factor unhappiness and cruelty. Many stars can choose to shine but like to remain dim. Leave their hearts in the dark while dreams start to part. Thinking to resurrect the gift is at a range afar. Deligating mini mad peeps of flight. Maybe I was wrong if they can't see the gift insight

(THE REVELATION... PART THREE) THEY CAME
THE SOUNDTRACK...
They came part three: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrYSBKVFzwEPpzXgg21NBagC

In the vehicles the agents talk to Kano and try to discern what he is thinking.
They make small talk and try to see how intelligent he really is and Kano conversates with them casually, his mother though is another matter entirely.
She grills them unmercifully and they soon see that she is far more formidable than they had thought by her display in the projects.
Her english at times is impeccable.
She is well read.
They also see that there is a special bond between her and her son.
Finally she says "Lets cut through the bullshit.
What's going on here and what does my son have to do with it?"
The agent who is with Rucker looks back and says "My name is Fuller and I am a scientist employed by the government.
My field of expertise is ancient cultures and languages.
You asked about the spaceships when we picked you up.
This is entirely about them and you.
May I call you Ramonda?"
Kano's mother nods her head.
You are a very special person ma'am.
You have a chromosome that is only present in less than one percent of the population.
It has only been present in less than one percent of the population since man's inception on earth.
In most cases people with this chromosome never meet much less have children together.
Kano father was also a carrier of this chromosome.
You belong to a very ancient lineage.
It is known to us that since ancient times aliens have come to earth.
In each of these instances they have contacted someone who carried this chromosome.
Some of these meetings are well recorded as folklore.
As stories in religious works.
Never in recorded history have two people who carried this chromosome produced a child.
What do you know of Yasiin Sharif Jones?"
She looks at Fuller and says "That's "Kano's father.
He was killed in prison when Kano was a little boy."
Fuller speaks again "He carried this chromosome as well as you.
Kano is a very special young man and he is being requested."
They reach a dirt path and turn onto it and drive for awhile before coming to a deserted looking farmhouse.
They pull up and all of a sudden soldiers appear.
Just as suddenly a small space ship decloaks and lands.
The soldiers draw their weapons and fall into defensive postures.
A voice sounds from the ship.
Kano translates it.
"That would be futile."
He hears Rucker say "Stand down."
The spaceship lands and Kano, the agents and his family step from the vehicle as it lands.
The doors open and as the occupants step from the vehicle Kano and his family gasp.
They are black.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HIGHER)
THE MUSIC...
Rising Sun - Epic Orchestra Film Instrumental Mus…: http://youtu.be/ClM0U3uwBbM

The skies open up and reveal fields of blue.
Air so crisp that it smells and tastes like ozone.
Birds suspended on the breeze... A man in meditative state as he feels the breeze caressing his skin.
He having risen above the mental chains and roaming pineal.
The roaring sound of all these things having once beat its beat in his brain.
He having learned to control these things that are a flimsy garment away from insanity.
Patterns emerging and growing into images of possibilities and Improbabilities.
Such the way of things that must play out to become realities.
He as a filament of the force... The ebb and flow.
One particle in a stream of infinity.
All is as is nothing, to quote a quote.
He is energy... He is power... He is son of Allah as is every other man and woman.
Lion and lioness...
The earth and all the other worlds...
He surrounded by walls cannot be contained, he behind steel bars uses them to reverberate his voice...
He exists as solid, liquid and ethereal.
He has become.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE DESCENT OF MODERN MAN)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-DBmotq-8E&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Man fell to earth escorted by smoke and fire, which in turn were reminiscent of his formation…
Created from the ashes of a sun.
Carbon, oxygen and hydrogen squared…
His impact though not that of a comet was momentous… He carving a path into solid earth.
Man formed civilizations that fell victim to lost memories.
Cities older than those told of in modern schools where westernization seems to have always been the goal.
Crosses and cannons you see… Sticks of spitting fire..
You see?
Man became the image of poverty painted in blackface, jigabooed on modern t.v.
He once king swung from the kind of man’s tree, mankind wearing white sheets and throwing gang signs masonically.
Swing in the breeze monkey.
Free is just another form of slavery if it ain’t really free from closed mentalities.
Man and the kind of man spiraling toward an uncertain destiny you see…
You see?
Smoke and fire burning in populated areas as helicopters hover and overseers patrol urban jungle streets…
Crack of the whip as a bullet exits a gun barrel…
A man falls hot to the ground, he cooling and leaving his mark red as the fire of his formation in a puddle soaking into the sand…
Running down a gutter.
See?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THAT RED CLAY BUILD)

(THAT RED CLAY BUILD)
THE MUSIC FA DIS UN...
HARD RAP BEAT 2014 - UNDEFEATABLE - INSTRUMENTAL …: http://youtu.be/c5RID-ZR8tc
This thang comes from the fact that even though I was born on Amerikkka's soil I was not allowed to see it that way by Allah.
I was born African from my mothers womb.
It stems from the fact that I never saw that red white and blue rag as representitive of me.
I didn't pray to Jesus cause I knew that was a lie.
Knew he was black and that the preacher the teacher and the man on the evening news lied to me.
That a mason had to be watched cause he was watching me and telling his clique bout me.
I knew from an early age I had to be a chameleon... The ghost in the machine... The spirit of a warrior in my notty heart.
That I could not not share the secret, even if the whitewashed never listened.
Skin lightners and straightening combs...
Lye and peroxide.
Blue contacts and other such foolishness.
See a nigga is just trying to impress his massa who in chambers chuckles and says "That's sure a bad nigga" gives yo nigga ass 20 years.
Sentences your children to grow up in the projects.
Slave row straight flipped out and shown on rap videos and 48 hours.
"Look at those monkeys trying to be men.
Hooting and grunting and grabbing their balls"
See this thang comes from the fact that my ancestors blood cries from this stolen dirt and sends goosebumps down my Melanin enhanced skin.
Makes my mind see interdimensionally... Place me on another time continuum.
This that red clay thang... This that refuse to see another brown body swang...
This that thang.
Alpha and Beta we be.
Betta overstand.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
Imma break something down for you today.
The Curse of Ham theory is a lie.
There is no way that we can be the children of Ham if ham was cursed to be a Canaanite...
The Canaanites language became phonecian which becamethe Greek alphabet which lead to the European language.
So ask your self this and study what I'm showing you.
Black people are not the children of Ham given the facts...
"The Greek alphabet is the script that has been used to write the Greek language since the 8th century BC. [2] It was derived from the earlier Phoenician alphabet, and was in turn the ancestor of numerous other European and Middle Eastern scripts, including Cyrillic and Latin. [3] Apart from its use in writing the Greek language, both in its ancient and its modern forms, the Greek alphabet today also serves as a source of technical symbols and labels in many domains of mathematics, science and other fields."

( BACK TO WHENCE WE CAME)  FEATURING DENISE OLIVER
THE MUSIC...
Sade Sample Beat (Prod. ABO Beats): http://youtu.be/8Vuil-wkfhE

J
And she asked of me what I would speak and I reached into my soul where we as one live.
Pulled from the essence.
The first time a barefoot man and woman held hands.
Deeper than the deepest ocean... As far away as the planet that the Dogon spoke of in caves in Africa.
Speaking of we as children of the stars.
As deep as the blackness at the center of my iris.
The blackness given to me Melanin as I was set loose with free will, spinning and  dizzy in her essence...

D
I soak myself in the deep of your  Melanin, black skin adoring the royalty of your crown that our mother Africa has saw befitting to set upon you're dome
I run free into your arms with tear filled eyes joyful for this moment in time, from the past to the present. Our future I see with clarity as I look into the beauty of your soul. Speechless is my eyes. I'm giving my heart and soul completely to our future knowing that we we're destined to be Adam and Eve. Reborn together and stronger than ever

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I hold her close, a talisman, a charm.
The shining jewel that sparkles even in absolute darkness
She having become a queen as result of she accepting her birthright.
A promise made in the first years of creation where the days of our life were numbered.
A promise made to Ibrahim and to Musa.
Angels and soon to be demons.
Our love the catalyst for change when our hearts beat as one...

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With the beating of our inseparable hearts we form a union of righteous love, living each day faithful to the word.
Oil poured onto our heads a blessing from Allah not to be defiled.
A reconstruction of vows tantalizing to our souls
Our beginning has just begun.
Years to be fulfilled, love has taken over our hearts.
Crowns sparkle under moonlit nights ushering us hand in hand into eternity, a life of bliss with mutual understanding...   Respectively adored.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND DENISE OLIVER

(FUNKYSEXYCOOL)
THE FUNK... IT SETS THE MOOD...
Frane - I Am Dreaming: http://youtu.be/pywn9xX7xJs

Show me some relief as I peruse my imminent release.
Show me some freedom as I explore your lands.
The peaks of your mountains and the forest in your valley.
Show me the plains spread out and full of your life.
The rolling hills and the mindbending curves.
Let me hear the gentle breeze of your sighs and the screaming sound of your hurricane.
The crash of your waves against loves shore.
Let me see the universe in your irises and the edges of the blackness in your heart... Light erupting from the bottomless pit.
A laser penetrating through the void.
Pointing the way.
Pointing the way.
Let me be calmed by the gentle sounds of the night.
Natures song played violin on crickets forelegs and cicadas wings.
The sound of my name whispered into my ear as we cum in the realization of we.
Show me baby...
Show me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CREAMYloveRENDEVOUS)


(CREAMYloveRENDEVOUS)
THE MUSIC FLIPPED AND DRIPPED.... The Weeknd - Drunk In Love (Remix) (Chopped Not S…: http://youtu.be/VeU2Tz92eu8

My love would I spray all over you.
Skeeting warm and creamy.
Splattered paint drops that would speak of our union...
Rorshach patterns that would make a psychiatrist analyze us complete.
My love would I write of on scrolls that found by an archaeologist would become the tales spoken of in future times.
They would become a Romeo and Juliet type play where I would meet you in the moonlight and show you the stars and planets as they fill the stages skies.
Our story the catalyst for change.
My love would push your legs back and slide in slow.
Fill you up and touch the back of your womb.
Tickle your stomach and stroke the base of your heart.
Make you satisfied as we drift satiated on clouds of damp satisfaction.
Our drops ripping life from the ground anew.
Harps and the shush of wings as we flit across the milky way in orgasmic bliss.
It running down your ass cheeks, across your clit and labia, dripping to the sheets.
You trembling as I once hard begin to soften, rub your hair and caress your skin.
My love was spoken of when the cosmos exploded into being.
Planets, suns and supernovas.
My love is, my love is.
I scribbling your name in the hieroglyphic language of this nuclear age where things are no longer the same.
My love is a monkeys uncle, and a gorillas roar... Purely primal even though I am civilised or so I would like to think.
It is fact and fantasy as mixed in a writers dreams.
This my love is all these things as I feel the blood rush to my heads...
This my love is all these things as I Skeet this ink all over this page... Spray it all over over you and cover you in my morning dew.
All my love is for you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHOCKWAVE!!!)
PURE SOUND... IF YOU DON'T LISTEN YOU GONE MISS THE POINT.
Lupe Fiasco Type Beat - "Love Is Freedom" (Prod.B…: http://youtu.be/aTImMVSZitA

To me this shit is shockwave and I... I am pure sound.
I designed to tear this motherfucking shit down...
My lyricals like dancing water subsonically stimulated...
In the red blood of a prototypicals veins I oxygenated circulate and stir the muscles and sinew to stir.
We spinning in cybermotion, I and my African queen swirling in an ancient dance on a killing floor.
I love her to my universals and cosmicals... We meeting at the beginning time and time again...
The promise of freedom spoken of to Abraham.
Shockwave stirs the particles vaporized as they become the clouds in the mentality.
The fog and the rain that witnesses our undulating forms.
We transposed against the future.
This syntax designed to shatter glass ceilings and reveal higher degrees.
To put a mad dog system on its bended knees...
If must be pull the trigger and send it to its grave.
I wander the desert looking for the promised land, tablets electronic in my hands.
I my queens and my seed.
I am Shockwave.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ON THE WINGS OF YOUR INSPIRATION)
STRAIGHT CREATION SOUND...
Eyedea and Abilities - One (Instrumental): http://youtu.be/TkNrvEu6uhY

All I want is some inspiration, it coming from the gritty of life.
Some motivation to keep scribbing this creation.
All I want is a queen to show me a part of her brain that she has shown to no one else... Where she really exists.
She my mental virgin... Ahhhh her neurons so fresh... So sweet.
A little of her soul as it beats strong and steady in the heart of her cities.
They ensconced in her African DNA.
I in her mitochondrials as a thought and the sun beats down pon black craniums...
Her beauty beyond the petty scope of ordinary men and women.
She is the first kiss I ever felt... A little Negro boy in Georgia.
Back before I became Afro Amerikkkan in the seventies.
She was my heartbreak and my greatest lesson as I roamed wild and free in the eighties.
Facing three life in the nineties.
Everyday I look to her curves trying to solve this mysterious life, see?
Every damn day I probe her mind as she floats past a fragrance so strong in my mind, see?
Let me look at you...
Ahhhh inspiration.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TEARS OF A HUE-MAN)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
Hard Choir Rap Beat {Hip Hop} | "Falling Down" | …: http://youtu.be/7uogBIFVDY4

And the tears of the man fell evaporating to the hot Florida concrete, vaporized they were pulled past his face and back into the skies. Where they combined with all the other chemical components to become clouds that piled mountainous into the sky's and fell as life giving rain which fell on the man's head and became mirrors that reflected his pain.
Ripples that shimmered and undulated and threatened to tear his image apart.
His sorrow so great that the thunder seemed to be his voice as it roared from his chest cavity and ripped past his vocal chords.
The man cried for the innocent and the downtrodden, he cried for the children who died and became statistics... Children killed in drive byes, children killed by their brothers and sisters, children killed by the police and the ones kept alive but dead behind prison walls.
He cried and his tears became the storm that came sweeping in to wash the pollution away.
The whirlwind that blew winds of change.
Man and sun rose and became the day.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TRY AGAIN, YOU AIN'T KILLED ME YET) WARRIOR STANCE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS CHANT...
The Weeknd - Drunk In Love (Remix) (Chopped Not S…: http://youtu.be/VeU2Tz92eu8

They tried to murder me...
They tried to kill I fore I born see?
They tried to kill me when they landed on the shores of Africa and began to steal its resources.
It's people... It's gold, its chocolate, its diamonds.
They tried to kill me when they killed the first lion, the first elephant.
When they carved piano keys out of his ivory.
They tried to kill me in slavery when they whipped me.
When they hung parts of I and I from the branches of oak trees.
When they boiled Nat Turner's skin in a kettle and made my bredren rub the oil on their skin.
They tried to murder me when they said I couldn't learn how to read.
Made it a crime punishable by death.
They tried to slit my neck when they raped my sistren and planted weakened seed in strong wombs.
Labled it in varying degrees.
Called straight hair good and multi colored eyes pretty.
They tried to bury me in the Alabama dirt when they tried to stop my grandfather from leaving...
They tried to eradicate me when they refused my mother admittance to the hospital cause she was black.
When I born with umbilical cord wrapped round my neck was born in my grandparents home.
They tried to kill me cause they knew I was coming.
They know that from great strife free radicals arise...
They born of the need for the universe to make right the wrongs.
They even tried to kill me when they tried to lock me away.
Three life sentences in a hell within this hell called Amerikkka where I dwell.
They try to kill I on the news daily cause a black man can't even stand his ground... Can't even own a gun legally cause that would be an absurdity.
He might use it to get free from the very system that holds him in bondage.
He might remember that he is Israelite child of the most high who was born of Allah's hand... The Sons and daughters of the most high if I may repeat that again.
They tried to murder me...
The didn't succeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKALICIOUS) XXX


(THICKALICIOUS) XXX
THE MUSIC... BIM YA!
Yo thickness makes me wonder what it would be like to peel you back... Layer by succulent layer.
Lay you back and lick at your juicy center.
Bring your cream squirming into my mouth.
Savor it pon my taste buds.
Turn you round and pull your ass cheeks undulating to me... Plunge my thick hard dick in.
Fuck you hard as your skin begins to acquire a sheen, as I grab your held pull it back and grind in dat pussy, pull my dick out as you on your knees lick our juices off.
Yo thickness captivates me as I push you back and raise your calves, your thighs high to the sky and kiss that punani.
Rear back and drive my meat in.
Beat that pussy and make you call me "Big Daddy... Oh fuck Big Daddy"
Tears of ecstasy falling from the corners of your eyes mixing with the dripping sweat of me.
The sweat of you that adds to the lubrication.
Damn this fucking feels so good.
As I look down pon your folds and creases and fuck primal.
Make you cum and cry out as you cum again.
Take my dick all the way out and drive it back in.
Jackhammer that pussy... Slow down and treat it tenderly... Fuck savage again.
Pull my dick out and spray all over your stomach, your tits, your pussy.
Paint my release on you in all your thickness.
I marvel in wonder at the art.
I will fuck you again and again.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CO-CREATION)
THE MUSIC... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
FATboy Productions-Lenny Williams Sample: http://youtu.be/sfZjrfQkRmc

And she... She streaks into his atmosphere ablaze with the fire of the cosmos.
A smell as fresh as a newborn baby.
The energy of a thousand sons dwelling in her loins.
She blessed with the ability to birth stars.
He stands upon mountains and meditates in caves.
His emergence is that of the thunderstorm, his roar reaching her ears... It on subsonic and subatomic levels.
She hears...
She hears the pain of he dwelling alone... The agony of him needing her.
He lost in the throes of trying to name these things pauses and inhales her fragrance.
It shivers in the air he breathed... It raises bumps on his skin and causes him to swell.
Her persona.
She the basis for his existence even though she was born of he and he of her... Such a tantalizing conundrum as it plays out over and over.
The words of the song so familiar... So alien.
He longing to caress her skin whispers electronically in her ear... Her voice so familiar that he reaches out with his mind, trying to rub the black, brown, redness of her melanated skin.
He wants to hear her sigh his name, to feel her nails as she holds him in coitus... They creating life on this the planet of their beginnings and endings...
They dying the little death together live on.
They... He and she.
They are the completion.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(JOY MYSTERIOUS)

(JOY MYSTERIOUS) A FIVE MINUTE WRITE. TOPIC WAS JOY AND IT WAS SUBMITTED BY BLAZINQQ RED
THE MUSIC FA THIS ONE...
J.cole Type Beat - Joyful (Prod.By TabloidBeats): http://youtu.be/4YnVOK42qF0

And I have vague memories of joy because joy is a fleeting thing.
We looking for it in so many places, most of them wrong.
Smiles on faces frozen in time in old photographs even when times was tough.
Yet joy is a very beautiful thing like the tears that flow when a baby is born.
When an accomplishment is made.
A hurdle crossed.
We seeking of joy.
Joy does not need to be found for it exists...
Unbound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE MICROPHONE SAID "WHAT?")
THE SOUND OF THE STREETS...
Rhyme Asylum - The Art Of Raw (Instrumental): http://youtu.be/108D4Os1pKE

They tried to take the Mic from me... Bitches made me go supersonic and Pharoahonic as I the herald spoke in spectacular tones.
Dropped the street as controlled rage... Descriptive and red ... A controlled burn at the end of blunt.
I laying down a spectacular vernacular as the picture painted spoke of blues and racist attitudes... A black body covered by a white blanket.
They tried to take the Mic and the mic rebelled in silence at the travesty... It limp in disbelief as it ignored became the audience... And the vocal baritone played laced with treble tones.
Blowing holes interdemensional as it reached a crescendo and came crashing down.
Wormholes and the smell of ozone left in I a man's wake.
Swirling in the breeze of my passion... My passing, I a traveler must move on... Ain't no time to wait... To waste
Make haste... Make motherfucking haste cause we bout a second away from too damn late.
Sirens screaming can't silence I see cause lions rumble subsonic... Africa... Africa.
Roars and drum beats speaking of freedom.
Run slave run...
Them fools tried to take the Mic from me.
First mistake.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ELEMENTALS AND GREAT POSSIBILITIES)


(ELEMENTALS AND GREAT POSSIBILITIES)
THE MUSIC... THIS IS WOMB MUSIC...
The Cinematic Orchestra ft. Roots Manuva - All Th…: http://youtu.be/rMKlE6A99Ug

Like a soft cool mist settling over the sweltering haze of a muggy summer day, and I stand with my head back luxuriating in your wet relief.
I but a traveler enjoying your caress.
I having been blessed this way but a few times... Life having had other plans for me.
I licking the essence of you from my mustache... Tasting you as you trickle down into the corners of my mouth.
My beard.
Your clouds shielding I from the full glare of these things.
Your drops my nourishment and my salvation... The wrinkles on my forehead the valley's that catch you and hold you close to my mind for a second of this life.
Mixing with the tears of loosing you... Of having to watch you evaporate into the skies where I aspire to be...
Where the blue of the oceans shines reflectively.
You as queen superimposed across the screen as it falls away transparently into infinity.
Hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, Melanin, we.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(STACCATO BARK AND EVICERATING BITE)
THE SOUND A DA RAT A TAT...
Caj Flow - Gunshot (Instrumental): http://youtu.be/7GSmlgfnYzw

Big dog bites back...
Big dog spits hot fyah... Ratta tat tat... Tracers on the way to dealing certain death.
Burning down Babylon and drilling hot holes in psyches.
Brain splatters on the bricks and sidewalks of his temple propaganda.
Graffiti and Hieroglyphics pointing to the end of this millennium , the beginning of another.
Thugs, hoes and bitches gots to die.
Big dog spins interdemensional across realms and thought processes... In full resonation as viewed on Facebook...
Yodaddynasty on Instagram and tumblr.
A savage plug in the midst of all this floetry.
This Big dog soliloquy rolls on to the end... To the end.
That place where the imagination goes to die in the prison mentality as taught to the masses today.
They plugged into the machine... Fuel to feed the beast industry as it grows into dragon and consumes them flesh and bone.
The all seeing eye gazing on in silent peep mode.
It has seen so much.
Big dog barks in the dark of the night as lightning flashes and thunder roars...
Big dog spits...
Big dog bites.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MESSAGE TO THE AFRICAN AMERIKKKAN/BLACK PEOPLE/NIGGAS)

(MESSAGE TO THE AFRICAN AMERIKKKAN/BLACK PEOPLE/NIGGAS)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF THE COURSE...
Gil Scott Heron - Pieces Of a Man [full album][HQ]: http://youtu.be/9pZSQ3NOXbQ

Listen and listen well African-Amerikkkan/black people/niggas.
You have become your own worst enemy.
You have become the main tool for your destruction, having declared war on yourself.
The things that you find important have become the basis for your separation as a nation.
Your religion, your shoes and where you live are not important as long as there is any shred of you being unequal, being discriminated against.
The state of permanent short term memory loss that you exhibit in your dealings with the white government, with the white religion and white history in general seems to have gone systematic.
Just as Willie Lynch said, it has perpetuated itself.
You have become a nation of people who have no nation... No allegiance except to foolishness.
I am not saying these things to tear you down, I am saying them to try and get you to pick yourself up out of the lowest echelons and rise yourself as high as the stratosphere.
To soar above and beyond.
To get you to see the futility of hating your brother or your sister to the point of wishing them dead, of working to make it happen.
This seems to be where we are now.
The average African-Amerikkkan/black person/nigga has no true idea of who he really is in history.
Believing himself Hamitic when he is in fact the prototypical.
Adam was African and Noah was an African descendant just as every man and woman on this planet is today.
Yet African-Amerikkkan/black/nigga preachers still teach this bull.
The youth today don't pay attention to the relevant things because it is the way they have been conditioned, it is the same way that many of their parents were conditioned.
To hate themselves.
Hair, lips and even their African-Amerikkkan/black/nigga souls.
Now you can take this any way you want but I had to bring it this way to get you to listen, to read.
It is directly connected to slavery, segregation and the peaceful civil rights movement in which an empty equality was achieved.
A shattered dream realised.
In a courtroom, at school and in life a white life has more value than yours.
That's just how it is.
It's because even you see it that way having been taught to think that integration requires you to be white.
Get that good hair, wear white man's names on your clothes.
Be his cheerleader.
Kill your brother and tear your sister down.
It's time to let go of the titty of white society and become who we are supposed to be.
To stop accepting anything less.
To put down the colors, the guns, the bamboolery and tomfoolery.
To stop helping lend a hand in our eradication.
To truly become the boss of these streets and the glass and concrete empires that adorn so many city skyline.
When one rises he rises three more ought to be our motto.
If I die today make this be the piece that survives to the future.
That this becomes my swan song.
Listen and listen well for I am and have never been African Amerikkkan or a nigga.
I am no longer a black man...
I am Prototypical hue-man born of the cosmos.
This is my planet and I have come to speak to my people.
Again I say, Listen well.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE DAMN TRUTH) A COMPREHENSIVE AND ANALYTICAL LOOK AT WHY BLACK PEOPLE ARE DOOMED


(THE DAMN TRUTH) A COMPREHENSIVE AND ANALYTICAL LOOK AT WHY BLACK PEOPLE ARE DOOMED
THIS ARTICLE DOES NOT NEED MUSIC CAUSE IT'S A SAD ASS SONG AS IT'S WRITTEN....

 I keep trying to think of ways to say what I want to say to the black people in Amerikkka. How to show you that you are just as much a slave as any black person in the 1800's was.
I guess the only way to show you is by making clear and concise relations to the past and the present.
Trayvon was killed by a white man and a white jury acquitted his murderer because of fear and hate.
The same thing happened to Emmitt Till and a whole lot of other young black men back in the day and still happens today.
In the past all the images that were shown on tv and in movies as well as popular advertising showed happy go lucky black people who worked and loved working for the white folks.
Who fought for them and protected their property and even went to war for it while at home they were regarded as second class citizens.
It's still the same today.
Why do you think Tyler Perry movies are so popular? That almost every black sitcom is a comedy?
While our brothers are dying to protect white Amerikkka's property a war is being waged against us right here at home.
Even when a white man or womanis "punished" in Amerikkka for transgressions again the black race he or she is compensated in other ways.
This is extremely evident in what happened after the racist remarks by Don Sterling were disclosed.
The price of his team went from millions to billions.
They are trying to make black people compensate him.
To add to his legacy.
To even hint that his wife deserves a damn thing, that she should retain a damn thing shows the callousness of the white race.
She slept with this man. She knew he was a racist and never said a damn thing.
It's a damn shame that any black person would suggest that she should not be ostracized along with him.
Now let's look at some popular images from the past.
Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben are just two of them we will compare to popular figures today.
Madea is a modern day version of Aunt Jemima and "Brown" is Uncle Ben.
They are both stereotypes of us that should be eradicated instead of venerated.
It's so sad that all someone has to do is make vague references to Christianity and God to have the black church endorse them.
It's so sad that the black church endorses and upholds laws and stereotypes that keep us held back.
That do not really address the real problems in the black community.
So sad that Jeremiah Write was called a racist and that Obama jumped right on the bandwagon and left his church when he was speaking truth.
It may seem as if I am rambling or making broad assumptions but if you look at the facts you will see that I am speaking truth.
I find it amazing that I could call a black man a nigga... A black woman a hoe or a bitch and no one will say a damn thing, but let me call a white man a racist cracker and all you God (white man) fearing blacks would rush to defend him and his ways.
See that's why we can't get ahead.
Why our children are on some whole other shit.
It's because you keep forgetting your past.
You have let yourselves become the ignorant niggas that you call yourselves.
The stupid hoes and bitches that you proudly post statuses about.
Why you never like a status where you are called out to really get behind a cause that would really free you.
You fear leaving the plantation.
You don't want to leave masses house even though he has taken your jobs and given them to "illegal" immigrants and left you to scrape by on nothing and created drug laws designed to make you penal slaves while putting drugs and guns in your communities.
Why your sons don't see any way out but pimping and thugging.
Why your daughters don't want to be black.
Why they would rather have cancer than happy hair.
Why this article will be ignored.
The black people in Amerikkka aren't proud at all they are just pitiful and sad.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(IN YOU)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC8VJ5F1Kl8&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I wanna lie in you.
To feel your skin beneath my fingers as I prod and press.
As I stir in the depths of your womb.
A tickle in your fallopian tubes as I stimulate your wild.
Beat at the roots of man's beginnings.
Your skin as it turns lightly wet and I lick at it and taste of your dew.
Morning and night enmeshed in the layers of your epidermis.
Salt of the earth and all that, rushing across my hardened senses.
Your cries are the voices of the ancestors begging to be free from the hold of the flow and I hold you tight... Push to the back.
Kiss the fullness of your lips and suck your breast.
Grab your shoulders and pull you down to the the base of my throbbing manhood.
Lips touching nuts and still I strive to go deeper.
To touch your soul...
Caress your heart...
Stimulate your memories.
Lie in you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DROPS OF WE)


(DROPS OF WE)
THE MUSIC...
NEW Jah Cure - "My Love" (2014 Reggae): http://youtu.be/mDEA7ejtvfA


The fluidity of our union threatens to flood the planes of my perception.
It washing over the whole of my being and settling hard and heavy in my loins.
It the basis for the beast that rages in my heart, the dragon in my voice.
The rose so fragrant growing from the fissure of my existence.
It spilling as a waterfall over the edge and crashing as a crescendo into the rivers and bringing vibrant life to my jungles.
Parrots flashing and flitting from tree to tree.
A mist holding fast to the ground swirling in a man's passing, he on the way to realization.
Wet dew glistening on burnt bronze skin.
Sparkling drops on wooly hair.
We sculpted from the fabric of the cosmos.
In love we merge and flow as one.
Drops coalescing and becoming waves washing to shore.
Depositing reminders of our richness on mentalities beach where we sit marveling at the fluidity.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A YIN YANGER BANGER)

(A YIN YANGER BANGER) STRAIGHT FROM THE DRAGON DOJO
THE MUSIC...
Guzheng: "Spring River Flower Moon Night" 古筝 - 春江…: http://youtu.be/ujzMHLac404
Once in a man's heart there existed darkness, it so deep as to have no matter.
Suspended in the silence of nowhere.
Once in a man's heart there existed light, for darkness has no relevance unless related to light.
In the man's heart a war raged and frequently there was gunfire as the dark and the light fought to extinguish each other.
That is sadly the purpose of war, see?
The man's outer surface beared the scars of this war... He having lived as a soldier on both sides.
He having lost comrades.
A tip of the bottle to dead homies.
The dark and the light threatening to consume him whole in the fires that raged like napalm in his heart.
Internal combustion burning magnificently and suffocating in the blackest vacuum of his space.
The man's being reflecting the turmoil... the agonizing choices.
Man sitting in lotus brings light and dark to the table and they veiw each other warily for they have been such bitter enemies.
These adversaries.
The man pineal communicates to them.
Tells them that without the other both of them will die...
That these bodies that they inhabit will die.
They have to make a decision.
Life or death.
The dark and the light stand and shake hands.
They are Yin and Yang.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THROUGH THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER)
THE MUSIC..
A Choir of Angels (Music Slowed 800%): http://youtu.be/hOVdjxtnsH8

And here we were as various elements.
Carbon and H2O.
We lying on a riverbed in the fertile land Africa.
Seeing the potential we were molded and formed into these obstinate beings.
I a king and you as queen.
Given infinity.
Angels of fire looking in wonder at these things made of water.
These humans... spoken in a long lost ancient tongue.
We looking into each others eyes on a garden where our every wish was enjoyed.
We stayed there no one knows how long for by the time the second Adam and Eve came along we had established cities.
Named one of them Nod.
Apparently things were great since there was no sin.
All that changed when knowledge was stolen and the question was asked... Why do you hide?
The garden dimensional was sealed off.
We were left to dwell on earth.
Angels seeing our women grow fair deigned to lie with them and created Nephilim... Giants among man.
There fathers teaching man of the heavenly secrets till man built universities.
Conducting experiments that touched the very seal of heaven.
They chastised fell to the ground babbling.
Ridings again as various nations, they made war and took slaves, creating great civilizations that rose and fell from and were covered by the shifting sands of time.
Each time our love for each other the catalyst for our reemergence from the dust.
A king looking into his queens eyes and wanting more.
As we hue-manity rise from the belly of the beast it is clear that soon the seal will be reached again.
That the heavens will rain fire and brimstone and wipe whole nations from the face of the earth.
That we variously formed of Melanin, Carbon and Water must become one.
That we must coalesce.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE QUEEN AND THE ELOQUENT BEAST) SEXXXY... FEATURING DENISE
THE MUSIC...
Willie Taylor- Taste U (Sextape): http://youtu.be/080vAMno-OU

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I'm ready to fuck every bone in your body until you fall limp, massage your body, shoulders and feet.
Kiss your eye lids and succulently suck your tongue, lick your nipples and play with your nuts
Spread your legs and say blessings to the head, tonight your my bitch now get on your knees and suck my clit
Savor it nice and slow, suck it until your jaws are full with my pre-cum
Now back on your feet soldier, I'm gonna give you twenty long lashes and ten short strokes, my mouth is watering for some of your cum, that tingling taste turns me on as it slides past my tonsils and drips out my pussy.
Pearl drops dangling on fuzzy peach fuzz of pubic hair cause I know you like that shit, now finger fuck me, four fingers, twist and turn them and make me cream all around your wrist, so deep.

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And you my dear have unwittingly let in the eloquent beast.
He lying back and enjoying the attention as you administer to him.
Relishing the softness of your lips and the frantic urgency of your hands.
He lost in you as you massage his nuts and cause his pole to rise.
Drop of pre-cum in his fourth eye.
He letting you think you are in control as he manipulates your clit and bites your swollen nipples.
Spreads your pussy lips and laps at your juices.
He standing and feeling the velvety satin of your lips and tongue... His head back and toes curling as you suck, spit and lick.
He reaching between your legs and touching your swollen dripping pussy.
Who now is the bitch?
He turning you around and playing with your pussy as your fluidity drips from his fingers and runs down his forearm.
Drips from his elbow to the bed.
He fucks you savagely cause he likes the way you scream.
He likes to see you squirm.
Your pussy has become his lair... His fortress of solitude and he paints the walls white with his cum.
Falling out as he grows soft... Kisses you as you drift off to sleep.
Sated and full of his seed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND DENISE OLIVER

(FIST PUMP BUMP)
THE MUSIC IS A MESSAGE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
Dezarie - Iron Sharpen Iron: http://youtu.be/rAqrfV57XfY

If I say that white people are racist does that mean that I am racist or that I am a militant.
What If I call the white mindset evil and point out that everytime they get together collectively it goes bad for anybody who ain't white.
They killed the native Americans with the first biological war ever unleashed.
Turned 20 million into a few thousand, called them savages and killed the rest in a racial war.
I know I mention slavery a lot but they always go with the low estimate when they figure, somewhere around 15 million but if you count the villages they destroyed and the bodies they left rotting in the sun and floating in the ocean its somewhere around a hundred and fifty million.
They raped black women and now they portray it as love in movies.
Some evil shit if you ask me.
They went in a jury room and let bombers go free, let Lynch mobs go free, let George Zimmerman go free.
Let the officers that beat Rodney go free, let the ones that beat Martin Lee Anderson go free.
Sounds like freedom only happens if you are white.
I reiterate, evil ass shit.
They pass laws designed to target criminals based on race, spend money for education based on race, pay wages based on race.
Call that shit minimum edge when they know they are working the shit out of you and you can't even pay the rent... Put food on your table.
Even took a black description of Jesus and made him white...  Blond or black hair and blue eyes.
Truth is if I were to look at it from a religious standpoint I would say they commited sacrilege... Question their motives.
They had to be evil.
Fighting a war against a terror that they caused by being the most terroristic people to ever walk the face of the earth.
Downplaying what they did by throwing Hitler and what he did in everyone's faces like that absolves them of sin.
Wrong is wrong and truth is truth.
The white collective is evil as the devil in the seventh level of hell.
Now you can feel free to call me a racist if you want but all I did was tell the truth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

The art...
19th century painting of Charles Edwin Fripp showing a scene of The Battle of Isandlwana, the first major battle of the Anglo-Zulu War and the british army worst defeat against a technologically inferior enemy.

(BAD BITCH BREAKDOWN)
THE SOUND... WHEW!
DIFFERENT CROSSOVER BEAT | "Across The World" | S…: http://youtu.be/ZuEuUUNB-SA

They have made you simplistic in your views.
Made you hate seeing yourself in your natural state.
The way you as prototypical woman were placed beside we the antitypical.
For as there was none like us there shall be none like us.
You are basis for all human life.
It residing in the helix of your DNA...
Encoded In the basics of your makeup...
This ain't mascara and a perm, fake eyebrows and sewin's... That wig yo grandma wears.
This is a big bang and expansion.
Allusions of other worlds alluded to in the spiraling universe of your nappy hair.
Fluid bringing life forth as your lubrication makes man's entry to the font of life gentle.
Frantic thrusts as the seed is planted.
18 days later a heartbeat.
They would have you think that what I do is a dishonor to you when all I see is beauty.
They would have you push a button marked report that might as well say I hate myself.
I hate when a man shows love.
I don't need him anyway.
Living contrary to the natural order as you lay lesbian.
Who is god to create a woman and a man.
Such a simplistic view as handed to you prime time tv, book and movie.
PHD in being a pretty hoe.
A bad bitch.
Simple shit.
Simplistic.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TAKE IT)
THE MUSIC FOR DIS UN... DO NOT SLIP AND MISS IT...
"Showie" Seduction Guidance: http://youtu.be/jzkuEKeeDGg

See I didn't come to be nice...
I don't mean that in a bad way...
I just mean that I came to use you as I hope you use me.
I lost in your thickness, away from all the pain of knowing all these things.
Your juicyness as I lick the expanses of your skin sweeps me into states of bliss, it making the beast hard come forth.
He needing relief.
Stroking the softness of the down that grows soft and nappy between your thighs... Spirals and curls.
As I the beast kiss your lips, as I the man finger your clit...
Rub your swollen nipple.
Smell my finger, it so saturated with your heady scent.
Slap dat ass and ask you to lick my thickness.
It with a tear in its eye.
Mouth so like satin as you swallow as much as you can.
I sucking air and talking... "Damn baby that feels good."
I pushing you back and spanking that clit.
Beating at the base of your heart...
Holding onto to your curves and folds so thickly enveloping me.
Phat pussy got me screaming like savage beast.
Let me hear you hollar.
Use me up.
Let me be the vessel of your release.
Don't be nice to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BEAST REBORN IN THY LIGHT)
THE MUSIC FA DIS UN...
Slow R&B Ballad Beat/Instrumental - Beautiful (Pr…: http://youtu.be/ntQowgPy0CA

When the darkness threatened to overtake my light and I demonic raged in city streets you took my hand and soothed me.
My flared nostrils smelled your scent and it filtered through my layers and lay as a blanket on the coldness of my emotions.
Made my heart know warmth.
The light in your eyes lighting the pathway as I took the first intrepid steps.
Walked away from hell where I born had roamed.
Breaking glass and shotgun blasts preceding my arrival.
Screams and shouts the symphony of my orchestration... The melody of the lullaby that played me to sleep.
I on the verge of falling into the pit pulled out on the notes of your words learned the sweetspeak for I had such need of thee.
Your moistness and the curves of you physique rising me to higher levels of overstanding and degrees of knowledge and wisdom.
You succulent beneath me...
Wild and free on top
I learning of your and mine nature for these were the things that would protect we.
Ensure our survival in Babylon.
Once I in darkness knew not that there was light...
You opened my eyes.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

FOREVER PREY

(FOREVER PREY)
THE SOUND OF THE HUNT...
Gramatik - Don't You Know: http://youtu.be/gh6_nrF1rAc

And I see her across the crowded room.
A flicker of movement and I know she is mine.
I instantly go into my prowl and crouch.
She the lioness anticipating I goes into her pause and watch.
Her slight movements designed to entice.
I quivering in my muscles and my mind.
I rigid in my manhood.
Licked lips and hooded eyes.
She and I evolving and de-evolving... Becoming the blend... Across the ages.
I feel my blood as it courses through my veins.
The roar of a thousand trains.
I see her as prey, as relief from the agony of being king.
The reality of seeing these things.
Her scent like pheromonic music rocks me to the Melanin in my skin.
Such art.
Her symphony.
She silky and sleek makes movement and I mesmerized anticipate.
She in my aura and I hear her as thunder... As rain... As queen... Invigorating.
The taste of ozone in the electrified air... The spark.. the thrill... The imminent sensual release.
We hunt.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(COALESCENCE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN..
Weedie Braimah & Amadou Kouyate World Drums 2012: http://youtu.be/IrMTuvsTQeQ

I search for thee across these days and night's so that we may merge and become reflections in the future.
Our love spoken of on ancient scrolls.
My heart and yours as the metaphor for love to a new generation... Whispered of on starlit sojourns as our seed travels through space to seed other worlds.
My pain but a reminder that it was all worth it as I take you in my arms and me in yours and we meld into the being twain.
Able to stand through any storm as the days pass us by.
Flowers in the garden bursting from bud.
Fragrant on a spring breeze.
We having grown rooted in each other see these things.
I immersed in these thoughts of you continue to seek.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE ONLY THING PROMISED) DEDICATED TO THEODORE GARY... A TRUE FRIEND
THE MUSIC... PLEASE LISTEN...
WAR- SLIPPIN INTO DARKNESS: http://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM

And the two strangers met on the road of living souls.
The recognition instant for they overstood things that others did not.
They having walked among the sleepwalking awake.
Seeing all when their heads were bended in prayer... When their eyes were closed.
The two strangers speak of things over a chessboard under an old oak tree, life rushing by as they bring life to the pieces.
Kingdoms and principalities.
They making war become generals and control armies.
Legions falling away before their onslaught.
The two strangers see babies born and gone and trade blood.
Become brothers and the days become the years falling away into the bottomless pit.
Memories made along the way...
They having done so many things grow older and are strangers no more.
The once stranger looks back on their times together as the other joins the flow of energy that is the ancestors ... The gentle whisper of an angels wings... The promise kept to man.
He knows that one day he will become a part of it as well...
He sighs.
Goodbye...
Ain't no pain no mo.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE REVELATION) THEY CAME PART 4
THE SOUNDTRACK...
THEY CAME PART 4: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynra0E6YtjdPGwOg_AqpTCwIr

They walk up to Kano, a man and a woman and the clothes that they wear are reminiscent of ancient Egypt and the whole of Kemitic culture.
They are followed by warriors who look as if they have seen wars beyond the scale of anything on earth.
Some of them have cybernetic parts.
An arm, a leg, an eye.
The man and the woman walk up to Kano and bow and he bows back.
The man speaks and even though its in his language what is said stimulates something in his soul.
I am Hor-aha.
"It is good to meet you my brother."
He nods to the female beside him and says "This is my daughter, Benret.
We have traveled great distances to meet you and to let you know that you are not alone.
We have watched this planet for a millennia to see what fruit our seed would bear and now that we see we see that it is time to reverse the current situation.
We would like for you and your family to come to our ship where we can better explain what is happening."
Kano hears two things at the same time.
He hears his mother say "Well i'll be damned" and he hears his brother who is named Khalil say "cool!"
Fuller steps forth and says "As a representative of the U.S. government I would like to accompany these citizens if they are going to your ship.
We have no idea of what you could be doing to them or with them."
Hor-aha throws back his head and laughs.
"Look around you petty manlike creature. We did not need you to find this man and we really don't need you now.
The things that you speak of countries and sovereignities have no meaning anymore.
This is our planet and has been since before your kind came into existence.
There is nothing you can do to stop anything that is about to transpire.
I would advise you to remember that when speaking to me."
He says this in English and his accent plays well with the words.
He looks at Ramona and winks his eye.
"What do you think my sister?" He asks in his alien tongue.
Ramona nods.
She has only met two men with this presence in her life.
One is her son... The other was his father.
She says "Let only him come."
They board the ship and Benret guides them to their seats and they sit back as the ship accelerates at a rate unheard of on earth.
One minute they are in earths atmosphere and as they look out the windows it turns to the darkness of space which at this distance from the sun OS not really darkness.
They reach the mothership in moments and they see the vast armada of smaller ships that surround it.
The mothership is huge indeed and Kano asks how many people it holds.
Benret says "500 thousand. And they all know their duties.
There are whole generations of families on this ship.
It has been their home for generations."
Kano says "So you have lived on this ship all your lives?"
Benret replies "Yes and no. We have a home planet.
It is light years away in the Serius system.
You will see it soon."
They dock and the doors to the ship open.
Benret stands and says to Kano and his family.
"Come." They stand and walk with Hor-aha to the doors and look into the vast docking bay where there are thousands of people standing in silence.
Hor-aha speaks and his voice is amplified by a device he touches as it hangs on his neck.
He waves at Kano and says "These ate our lost ones. They have come home.
The crowds of people cheer and Hor-aha says to Kano.
Welcome home my little brother.

Do you want this story to continue?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GANGA SMOKE AND DREAMS OF SHE... COUGH... COUGH)
THE MUSIC...
New R&B - "11:21" | Prod. Digital Magik: http://youtu.be/ZTIHq2aT3hA

Your smoke fills my lungs.
Cough, Cough.
Eyes of fire and hair of wool.
I on higher level reach out and your form dissipates.
Fills the room.
Clouds of you as I visualize we wrapped and entwined...
A nipple in my fingertips.
Your tongue in my mouth as I suck.
Another puff...
Cough, Cough.
You naked and phat come to me floating and ethereal...
The stuff of magnificent dreams as I stroke this vivid vision.
Bring it to luminescent life... Day becoming night...
The Sun... The moon.
Our love rising from the burning embers...
Flickering and flying away as embers...  As angels of fire.
A long pull...
Cough, Cough.
You spread send my psyche reeling.
A Sharp intake of breath.
Your smoke expands in my lungs...
I hold it in...
Cough, Cough, Cough.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE KING THE QUEEN AND THE SAVAGE DEGREES) A FANTASY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TALE...
Love Piano DubStep/Rap Beat w/Hook "If i had you"…: http://youtu.be/cZeq6y_4Ga0

Once upon a time in the past where we came from we knew our places.
The queen just as important as the king.
They entwined wove a tapestry rich with color... With abundant life.
He and she... We.
He knew that it was his duty to stand lion.
To drop subsonic and nucleonic in the protection of his tribe... His pride.
Erupting from the scenery and ripping ass to shreds if need be.
She respected he and he in turn respected her.
Long before ERA and feminism African queens knew who they were.
Looking out over the water they knew that the world was round.
Back when Europeans thought it flat.
She and he existed in harmony.
This was before we the displaced started to question our union.
Somewhere around the ship and the whip...
The institution Christianity and the lie his-story...
That being about the time we began to question our humanity... Our femininity... Our being... Our black you see.
So sad that the earth cries at our eventual loss.
If you watch sci-fi movies and subscribe to fantasies this is what they would have you believe.
That we the prototype will be no more.
They will discover all the new worlds.
That they came first.
It's all relative reflected transparently across a subconscious screen... Playing 3d.
One day the people heard the sanity and gave up being niggas and bitches, drug dealers and nasty hoes.
They live happily ever after.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE LEGEND OF SARAH BARTMANN

And they set out to make your thickness the curse... Parading you through the streets as if you were a specimen in a zoo.
The men turned on gazed upon you lustfully for you were their property now... They would have you by force night after night as your king stood idly by.
Whipped into a parody of himself  as he emansculated cried.
His woman's disdain of his strength grew strong for it was a curse to her sons and she set out to create the ideal black man.
Told her sons to be humble and subservient as she looked out the window at her man swinging from a tree charred and smoking in the dawn.
He an abject lesson on having pride in who we were.
She loved her boys and though strong of body they became weak of mind.
The woman of them sitting by and resenting your presence... The fullness of you.
Happy hair and big lips... She called you ugly and flaunted her prosperity at you generation after generation till you hated yourself.
Yet your beauty still became the icon.
That had to be stopped for you regaining consciousness had the ability to crush oppressive regimes... Tear down the walls of the old and modern system Babylon.
They sold you lighter skin and straighter hair.
They sold you blue eyes and butt reductions.
They told you how good you would look if only you looked like them, all the while laughing cause black women ain't got blond hair unless its bleached by the sun.
Hilly Berry and Nikki Menage.
Lol Kim lookin like Chuckys nightmare on Elm street.
I like you just the way you are...
Thick black and deliciously strong.
I see your pain and will pop shots in the night and the day to rectify this situation.
My companion, my soul, my being.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

This is just a brief summation of Sarah Bartman. I would encourage you to follow up and read more.

"When 20 year old Sara Baartman got on a boat that was to take her from Cape Town to London in 1810, she could not have known that she would never see her home again. Nor, as she stood on the deck and saw her homeland disappear behind her could she have known that she would become the icon of racial inferiority and black female sexuality for the next 100 years.

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF SARA BAARTMAN is the fascinating story of this Khoi Khoi woman who was taken from South Africa, and then exhibited as a freak across Britain. The image and idea of "The Hottentot Venus" swept through British popular culture. A court battle waged by abolitionists to free her from her exhibitors failed.

In 1814 she was taken to France, and became the object of scientific and medical research that formed the bedrock of European ideas about black female sexuality. She died the next year. But even after her death, Sara Baartman remained an object of imperialist scientific investigation. In the name of Science, her sexual organs and brain were displayed in the Musee de l'Homme in Paris until as recently as 1985."

(EYE A MAN CRY)


(EYE A MAN CRY)
THE SOUND OF EYE A CRY...
http://youtu.be/VBpOdi6Rp8A

And what would eye a man say of these humans who exist so vague?
Would eye speak of their great expectations and haughty ambitions.
Many to be God or a least white Jesus... A lie will never gain stable ground... Sand can't hold castles.
Would eye  speak of his great nations at war with each other?
Killing in the name of democracy... In the name of justice.
In the name of inhumanity... Killing.
That means someone will breathe no more in human form, his essence gone into the flow dimension which sighs and welcomes him as it continues 360.
Forward, backwards, meeting again at some point.
Would eye speak of his inability to see his devastating wake... The destruction he leaves... Shattered little souls growing fractured in the ghettos.
Some of them roses and others weeds which need to be eradicated mentally.
Eye a man crying even when I'm smiling cause eye  know the truth.
That babies die and leave parents behind to contemplate what could have been.
The sun rises above yet another day where another baby dies somewhere... Where an innocent man will be sent to prison cause he's black.
Fuel for the prison complex which is a predetermined death... 5 years... 20 to life.
That closed minds are the saddest things.
Eye man see this optical and pineal...
Eye man cry eyeternally.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GRIOTS TALE STINGING AND GRITTY)
THE MUSIC...
"Freedom" by Anthony Hamilton & Elayna Boynton - …: http://youtu.be/8IydisW8iwU

You wanted me to treat you like a queen, you thinking that being a queen was wearing the trappings of a slave.
I looked into your eyes as you told me that you hated your hair... It being so nappy... You told me that your skin was to dark and my soul cried even as a young thing.
The ancestors told me you had this pain, that you hated them for being taken from the motherland and casting you into this nightmare.
You wanting to be like his queen... Blond hair and blue eyes.
Tight flat ass and the warrior in me on bended knee begged you to regain your strength... Begged you to take his hand.
You being independent by now ignored my pleas.
Our children became smarter in a way but they had lost all sense of direction as they walked away in Jordan's and with a white families name plastered on their ass.
Driving his cars and buying his furniture as our legacy became the byword in his-story.
And here I the griot stand at the other end of this tale wondering.
Where might I find a queen in these days of basketball wives and rachet hoes?
Thugs saggin and pretty boys on the downlow?
How can I treat you like a queen?
You hate everything that makes us us.
You ain't no queen
A queen knows her place.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY