{WITHOUT YOU}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THE SOUND AND THE WRITE ARE ONE...
http://youtu.be/2dF9HF53KnM
And again I find that I am infinitesimal without you, The stars a blanket above my head... The ground my bed.
I lonesome in the blackness of my soul... Cold and hard like a steel blade...
Double edged.
I long to speak these words into a queens ears as we sated lie.
Tell her of all the times I was supposed to die and how I survived as I sought her...
Bullets, knives and betrayal.
The joy of my children's births...
Gods and Earth's.
Rat Meat the wino and Caveman my mentor.
I so caught up in the milk of her way... hazy and dazed as my fingers find solidity and nappy roots...
I long to hear your sigh and your laughter... Your anger which I will try to take away...
Make you a sunny day.
Pull a panorama into full view as I paint a tableau with my words and listen to yours.
Speak on the full scope and magnitude of the nuclear being me... Reach into the melanin and draw out the carbon... lay it on the page.
Talk of your rebirth and mine as the planet takes back what it is owed... One little bitty life at a time.
What do we leave?
Knowledge or ignominy?
The cosmos could be ours if only we could unite, you and I.
I sitting here at a desk in Florida pouring my all out to you as the night sings such a lulling song... Crickets and cicadas... Barking dog and hum of tire.
I sit here infinitesimal, existing without you.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
