(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

(THE MEETING)
THE SOUND FOR THIS TALE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uu-ymMmp3U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

He lost walked past her...
She saw him.
There was something about him and she stopped him.
He now found talked to her and the pain fell away.
Her brown eyes the calm trees that swayed in forest breezes.
The world falling into an imitation of ocean waves as they stood on a streetcorner in Babylon.
She saw his past in his eyes wounded warrior he and she sang he a song so sweet that if he had tears left they would have certainly fell from his eyes.
Stained the concrete.
Puffs of wet dust.
The sun traversing the sky found them on a park bench.
At a deli table.
Her Afro like an eclipse in the suddenly dark sky... He lost in her nappy, she in his strength.
He having been in this war so long, fighting an enemy that normal man seemed not to see.
The moon finds them at the same intersection as in the distance an ambulance wails.
They holding hands say no words.
There is no need to.
They are complete.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Your nectar would I cross

(SPACE MIST)
DO NOT SLEEP ON THIS MUSIC...
Hard Emotional Piano Hip Hop Beat - Wonderful Wor…: http://youtu.be/Uui1X4lC-v4

Your nectar would I cross a thousand, thousand galaxies to drink flowing warm from your depths.
Become a hue-man naut suspended in thy an I mation I a grow strong on thy juice.
Becoming fluid, thick and wet.
I in the space between your thighs and pondering which avenue to take, a lick a or a suck.
A long swipe of the tongue all out here in this space.
Fruit so fuckin sweet.
The atoms of all things related to we found in thy chemicality... Thy makeup reflects we.
I tasting all these things as I drink of thy dew.
I landing on your earth and drinking of thine nectar.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOVES TRANSCENDENCE) A COLLAB FEATURING SMOKESTACK LIGHTNING
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DANCE...
Rifi-X Prod - Sad Emotional Crying Guitar Rap Bea…: http://youtu.be/ah2laiaIeGM

J
And of what would thy a queen speak to one such as I who fell a star blazing into the atmosphere of man?
One who seeks to know the comfort love firsthand... Such an alien concept.
I who have traveled across galaxies and dimensions to look upon thy fair being... To hear your words fall upon these ears...

S
My noble king,
Whose praises I sing,
I bring
Thee
Thoughts from galaxies
The advanced beings
From outer space
Could never replace
Your wit,
Your charm
You disarm
Your queen with a glance
Thus know our love is fated...not happenstance
No circumstance
Can come between us
You
Tantamount
Above all things
In my life
Is a must...

J
I a traveler have found a home in thy embrace.
Thy words my shelter from the coldness of deepest darkest space.
The utter loneliness of being the outcast.
Such an arduous journey that ends with this fulfillment.
You a beacon shining in the heavens of my psyche... The waters of my making.
I grasping reached out my hand and have caught thy solidity.

S
Your majesty, I take your hand
no entreaties, no demands
I stand
in awe of thee
thy magnificent majesty
there is no other
no greater lover
you shine so bright
your my delight
I adore thee more and more
I contemplate what's in store
for our kingdom
you and your infinite
unparalleled
unequaled
wisdom
music to my ears
your voice is the only sound
i ever want to hear
hold me
my darling king
keep me ever near
my place is here
our hearts
no fear
and when you bring the biggest tears
to my cheeks
when our passions meet
intense heat
rapid, thundrous, zeus' heart beats
all i want is to repeat
each day
with thee
in every way
i stand beside you
here to guide you
and beguile you
charm you
tease you
feed you
please you
love you into an abyss
i insist
the gods are charmed
they can never resist
our glow
we show
our love
from above and beneath

i bequeath
my heart, mind, body and soul
it is me
that thou shalt own
for eternity

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SMOKESTACK LIGHTNING

{ON MY IMMINENT DEMISE}

{ON MY IMMINENT DEMISE}
THE BEAT OF MY HEART...
http://youtu.be/-bgNKPZj4q8


And if my passing was equated to a thing I wonder what it would be?
Would it be a sigh as a breath is breathed in relief?
Would it be a lonely leaf blowing in a fall breeze.
Spinning on its way to the ground  making way  for winter.
Would I be remembered a soldier or a coward, my scars they do run deep.
Keloid's have callused my heart.
It pounding in pain.
Would I be equated to the sun shining bright in the morning sky as a new day dawns?
Would I be the twilight?
A trip into the unknown?
A descent into the triple stages where monsters and knowledge roam unfettered and free.
Would I be beast ready to render to shreds or hero standing poised at the pinnacle?
Looking off into the distance.
I keep telling them not to cry for my passing is my birth on a higher plane of existence.
This whole sordid affair just a phase on my way to becoming.
A conversation as I am weaved into the flow...
Absorbed into the all of it all.
Would I be remembered as hue-man or just another nigga.
Prophets are born in ghettos... Rag to rags and all that.
Ain't no riches for men who speak truth.
They walk among dead souls that stand upright and wish for better days...
Fall down on their knees look to the sky and pray for them.
They not knowing their true power.
If my passing were equated to a thing I find myself wondering what it would be.
A whisper or a gunclap?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE ROARING LION AND THE CORONATION

{THE ROARING LION AND THE CORONATION}
WHAT THE LIONS ROAR TRANSLATED SOUNDS LIKE...
http://youtu.be/mUXpt8OIuuw
And a lion stood from the dust of the land to which he had been transported in the belly of the beast.
The lion was not the original lion but he carried the original lions genes and his instinctual imprints caused him to roar.
It bounced off of black asphalt and was spun into the breeze by black tires and carried to the black neighborhoods where the black man roamed under the blackness of poverty and an unbalanced caste system.
He in his heredity carried the keys given to him at the beginning back when he was an ancestor in Ethiopia, when he was the Egyptian and the Israelite.
Back when a kind of man named Cain came to his city Nod.
When fire and brimstone rained down pon Sodom and Gommorah.
When he was whipped and chained and watched the rape of his Wife, his sister, his daughter.
Lion swinging in a rope from the branch of a pecan tree...
Fruit dangling with fruit.
Such an apt metaphor... seed hanging with seed.
Standing in front of the judge a moment before the cage door slams shut.
And the lion stood from the dust and roared...
He the hunter.
He the hunted.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY