(DEEP AND LOW)
THE SOUND... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...

A second as I engage you, take you to my lair.
Show you the soft side of the beast while remaining hard.
So fucked up in your juicy.
Where I a man, a beast wanna be.
A Skeet a Skeet a skeeeetttt all over the blossom of your lotus.
All over the mounds, valleys and curves of your phat full exterior.
You make me wanna be the drop...
The spatter glistening in the soft light.
The sigh caught on a short breath...
An exclamation.
As I beast, man, beast?  Flip between these realms.
Looking at you I am reminded that you are indeed queen.
As I minister to your royal needs.
Between the sheets.
On these streets.
Drifting on the dizzying heights of your pheromones.
I as bird flutter on your wings.
Vibrating, humming, strumming.
The honey so sweet.
You as I push your legs back and let you sit pon my beard.
A second please...
I want to engage you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DEMENTIA)
THE SOUND OF LYRICS BEING RECONSTRUCTED AS THEY ARE RIPPED FROM NON EXISTENCE...
http://youtu.be/H9WMWyzN6-

A mad poet sits with the elements of a scribe floating in the air surrounding him.
He reaches out and touches a fragment of the alphabet... Feeling it nucleonic weight.
He let's it go and around it the other letters radiate and become alive with the glow.
The mad writer reaching out again absorbs them and transcribes in a hazy daze.
He blinking in and out of this existence.
His surroundings becoming a dull hum.
The people becoming the sum of all that have ever lived... All who have loved... Have hated.
The mad writer seeing their ancestors past.
Oh how the mad writer wishes he had not learned how to travel thusly but he was born this way.
Ahhhh to be sheep but the curse of the mad writer is lion.
His claws are graphite and ink, paint and charcoal, they have carved into rock.
His teeth titanium steel.
The mad writer sits back and takes a breath and he is back in this eventuality.
His letters hidden in one of his other dimensions.
He gathers his things and sheaths his claws.
He walks among man as man.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY