{HOMELESS AND DESTITUTE} DIRTY WINDOWS REFRACTING LIGHT

{HOMELESS AND DESTITUTE} DIRTY WINDOWS SUPPRESSING THE SCREAMS


All these people they be talkin bout the Shelter... Shelter name be ranging in the streets.
Outsiders looking in... They dont realize this glass got fingerprints, headprints and assprints on it.
Got people seeing distortedly cause shit is real in the shelter... Dirty ass glass refracting the light.
Past these does is tattered lives... Deadbeat dads and absentee mothers... Big booty women with scars on their souls... Hearts broken and ravaged so savagely... A song so sad that rivers of tears fall as it is played again and again on the local news... In the Tallahassee Democrat it is the notes hieroglyphically displayed in black and white.
Molly smoke and Newport ashes falling to the ground as the video plays... Got that Antidote.
If you ain't careful the shelter mentality will eat you alive... Spit out yo bones with teeth marks on em.
Such a beautiful garden as the woman screams at the trees fatalistically... Po tree standing so silently... Is it I who has made her so angry? Could it be I as be the remedy...
Broken and battered she rages so harmoniously.
Shelter love flourishing and dying as the sun sets westerly...
Rap video thugs and would be gangbangers... What about some unity? Some civility ... Such a brutal reality cause past checkpoint one all you got is these and these words... Shit so real... Shit so real past these does.

JERALD HAMZAHFAUQ MURPHY

Thickness in melanin

(APOCALYPTIC SEEN?) EAT DESE NUTS BEAST...
THE SOUND AS I ROMP PON BABYLON...
https://youtu.be/ZpdazywjZm4

I shit pon the white the white man system... Such that it is.
Pon the white mans ideals I serve curse... Bun Babylon.
I who would be the scourge... I ancestors the firstborn.
I spit fyah against the psychology trickknowledge as taught in schools of higher thought.
I chimera would fly from red skies flinging fyah and brimstone... Awaken dry bones... Cast shade pon mine nation.
I lion would rule the jungle... Rank upon rank... Flank upon flank... Muscles twitching beneath I flesh.
Pon the mount... pon the mount... Tablets and commandments dashed to the rocks below.
I shit stinking pon the white mans system... pon the white mans degrees... 33 and a motherfucking third ain't got nuthin pon we...
Free iternally... Free externally... seen?
I drop thermonuclear solar wind storm... Mad lion and pissed off rhino... Four horsemen apocalyptic scroll seen?
I shit pon them Babylon.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SPANK DAT)

(SPANK DAT)
THE BEATFUCKING DOWN SOUND...
https://youtu.be/kinFrx1nRS4

I have no desire to be gentle... Even though that's fine and good at times I desire to be a tad bit rough right now...
Treat that punani like it belongs to me... Pound that pink down like a silverback... I the guerrilla... Savage roar and I would... Make pussy dripping wet... sniff sniff lick...
Legs spread so wide... Pussy winking at me... I wink back... So coy... Hey pussy...
Such fragrance that my head spinning takes me to other places where only me you and sex exist... I swinging off the chandelier into Pussy... I throwing you to the sofa... Your legs as they splay... A flash of phat Pussy... Eyes wide as I man beat all the way to the back... Touch the base of your diaphragm... Such high notes as the beast beats heavily in mine membranes... Lightning fire and thunder sound... Heavy drops splashing down...
You like it when I'm rough?
Hunh Pussy?
Who Pussy?
Bend over Pussy hanging down, Dick weighing bout five pounds...
Arch that back as I grab your throat from behind as I slap, slap, slap my flash against yours... As I pull your hair and make you push back...
Reach round and rub that clit...
Fuck gentle, Pussy... I desire rough...
I will hug it and kiss it and call it my Pussy.
Indeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE RAVENS TALE) DEDICATED TO RAVEN
THE SOUND AS HER IMAGE IS BROUGHT TO LIFE...
https://youtu.be/hOjP7wBs-iI

She born of the black.
Misunderstood and shunned for the black made her different, such a delicate butterfly caught in the winds of winter.
Her nappy halo a testament to her living strong in the face of such insurmountable odds.
Men drawn to her form for it divine caused many heads to turn.
All she wanted was to learn.
She the conundrum walked head held high, grace her constant companion, pose her place in the most savage of storms.
Such a fragile thing, lace and silk, the finest of threads.
Black satin shining as the sharpest blade.
Her allusions becoming metaphors and illusions dazzling in their display.
The cradle of  God contained in her hips, she born queen in the hallowed halls of her cranium
Milk of life falling as her spring rains as heads upturned let it fall upon their tongues.
Nourishment for a new millennium, one B'ak'tun and it all begins again.
Saviors, prophets, kings and queens, houses falling and rising.
Hue-man kind born again as the planet cyclical cruises through time and space.
Her darkness the predecessor of light, potential floating in her womb.
Men approaching her would be wise to know these things for she born of the black has the ability to unleash knowledge.
She is these things.
Her story these marks, lines and dashes.
Black hieroglyphics born of her flesh that will be read and translated in future times.
Food for a starving mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(META LOVE DROP)
THE SOUND AS LOVE AND MAN CONVERSE...

Love sitting on the bench beside me and I questioning her existence.
Her smell wafted my way and I in confusion sniffed deeply, love smelled like so many things.
Memories flooding the subconscious,Love causing tears to form in the corners of my eyes.
Love watching the traffic pass by licked her lips, so glossy.
I spoke and Love turned her head, the red tips of her dreads as I said "What must I do to attain you, I surely have paid the cost by now. My heart bears the marks."
Love blinked her eyes, such an innocent gesture, it seemed to be in super slow motion.
Love spoke and her voice was born of the salt of the earth and the blue of the skies.
"Really? You think that you have paid the highest price?
Men's bones bear my scars, women's souls carry my pain, your journey has only just begun.
I looked at the wispy clouds that stood in the bright blue crisp sky and thought for a moment.
"So the things that you took from me Love did you do that from hate, as a cruel joke?"
Love giggled, again the innocence of the gesture seemed to hold so much more meaning as her thigh moved.
Love indeed was fine.
"I do not have time for such frivolity, I am here to teach you hard lessons so that when you have me you will appreciate me. Some go whole lives and do not learn these things, I listen to their bones as well, I hear their souls cry."
I in envisioning these things that love described felt shook in my universal, my vision shifted and the day took on a new aura.
I sat in silence with love and watched as the day continued into night.
Love with glistening eyes.
I with tears in mine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

IN MY ARMS

(IN MY ARMS)

THE SOUND... PLEASE LISTEN...

https://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

I held you as we walked away from the garden our melanin reflecting the sun.
We children born of the cosmos... I lost at the first glance into your black eyes.
I held you the day after I wrestled an angel, from dusk till daybreak, pineally and physically.
A blessing the prize.
I held you the blackest woman ever created and we together made the wisest man, signs and cornerstones.
I held you and we transformed Ethiopia... Solomon, Makeda and progeny Menelik.
I held you Mary as you carried a prophet, as his words misinterpreted and distorted left the masses lost and wandering in confusion and chaos.
I held you Mary as I exited the tomb.
Stone cast aside.
I held you as we were marched across the motherland to the sea, I held you as he chained us together and enforced slavery.
I held you as you carried his foul seed, as it exploded naked and screaming from between your knees.
I held you as he chased me and left me swinging bloated and rotting in the trees.
I held you as I fought in his wars, as I begged for a version of his freedom, as he shot down our seed in his streets, upon my release from his prisons.
I will hold you till the end of time if only you let me.
I will hold you.

I covered a lot of time in this piece and made some references that I'm sure a lot of people are not familiar with. Here I will try to explain a couple of them.

First of all is a reference that I have long questioned in the bible.
The pineal gland is where we find our God self.

Genesis 32:22-31

 ³⁰ And Jacob called the name of the place Peniel [that is, The face of God]: “For I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved.”

This is a description of the pineal glands functions once activated.

"Every human being’s Pineal Gland or The third eye can be activated to spiritual world frequencies and enables you to have the sense of all knowing, godlike euphoria and oneness all around you. A pineal gland once tuned into to proper frequencies with help of meditation, yoga or various esoteric, occult methods, enables a person to travel into other dimensions, popularly known as astral travel or astral projection or remote viewing."

Need I explain more about the pineal?

Now we will explore another reference that is skirted in the Christian religion. I did not get this whole story until I studied Islam.

Makeda
10th century B.C.
Pre-Christian
Ethiopia

According to Ethiopian tradition, Makeda (10th century BC), the Queen of Sheba, had a son, Menilek I, by king Solomon of Jerusalem, thus establishing the "Solomonic" dynasty of Ethiopia that ruled, with a few interruptions, until the deposition of Emperor Haile Selassie (q.v.) in 1974. Her story of the national epic of Ethiopia, as related in the Kebra Nagast ("The Glory of Kings"), an historic-holy book that amalgamates Arabic and Jewish legends with indigenous themes. Her name and the location of her kingdom are vague to historians, but in Ethiopic her name means "not thus", as when she announced, "not thus is it good to worship the sun, but it is right to worship God." Her city was Dabra Makeda, built at her order as the capital of Ethiopia. 

In the sixth year of her reign she learned from her head trader of the existence of a wonderfully-governed kingdom, Israel, and determined to visit its king and observe his methods. Her caravan took about 10 months to get through the Ethiopian mountains to the coast, cross the Red Sea and sands of Arabia. King Solomon received her cordially, and after six months' study she concluded that his rule was successful because of the affection and respect he inspired, his organization of government, and his fairness and humility. He convinced her that Ethiopia should relinquish worship of the sun, and adopt worship of God, creator of the Universe. 

As she prepared to depart it occurred to Solomon that he could beget a child from this beautiful woman. He implied that he had yet another art of government to teach her, provided a great banquet, and had her food liberally peppered, and her drinks mingled with vinegar - then suggested she should spend the night. "Promise you will not take me by force," said Makeda. Solomon swore by God that he would not, if in turn she would swear not to take anything that belonged to him. 

When Makeda became thirsty in the night, she drank water from a goblet placed at her bedside. Solomon, from his hidden vigil, saw her drink, and immediately claimed her - she had taken his water. 

En route home, nine months and five days after leaving Jerusalem, she gave birth to a boy, whom she named Bayna Lehkem ("son of the wise man"). Despite the obvious loss of her virginity (a woman could be queen as long as she remained a virgin), Makeda continued to rule Ethiopia. When her son was 22 years of age, he insisted on meeting his father. Before he left for Jerusalem, Makeda reminded him that though the law in Ethiopia said a woman must rule, she had promised his father, Solomon, that "henceforth a man who is of thy seed shall reign," and she would abdicate on her son's return. 

Despite every effort of Solomon to keep Makeda's son with him, the young man honored his pledge to his mother to return to her side, and not to marry any woman in Jerusalem. He returned to rule Ethiopia, having taken the name "Menilek I", accompanied by the eldest sons of the nobles of Israel. One of them delivered an oration praising the favorable climate and agricultural richness that they had found in Ethiopia, and then paid handsome tribute to its female monarch: "Thy wisdom is good and it surpasseth the wisdom of men ... none can be compared with thee in intelligence ... the understanding of thy heart is deeper than that of men, and thy wisdom exceeds Solomon in that thou hast been able to draw hither the mighty men of Israel." 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LEVELS, LAYERS AND THE SWEETEST REFRAIN)

(LEVELS, LAYERS AND THE SWEETEST REFRAIN)
THE SOUND... SOMMA DAT QUIET STORM...
https://youtu.be/dRvBs9dXwtg

If only given the opportunity... Mmm... I would lay you back and peel your layers.
Open your mind to new possibilities as I explore the depths of your skin... Kiss, sniff and touch a little bit, listen to the sound as air is inhaled and exhaled.
The sharp cry... The soft moan... Yes I.
Your layers thus exposed... A nipple growing hard and plump in mine mouth.
The scent... Yes I.
If only given the opportunity I would take you on such long journeys... The universe our naked playground.
You sliding on the pole and I perusing the flower... Such an opulent blessing so graciously bestowed.
The line between the line is where I am... On the backside glistening drops... A rub, a bite... Yes I.
The layers so sweet, so essential to my survival... Black, brown and pink tones... The artist in me thus immersed.
Impressions and expressions... Exclamations... Oh!
A world exposed in the ridges and valleys... In the strata and the data.
Will you let me lay you back and peel you?
I who would linger in your varied levels?
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SUCKTASM) A SUPER EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING Jenavia Powell

(SUCKTASM) A SUPER EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING Jenavia Powell
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... AMBIANCE...
https://youtu.be/ZyB1nuKFAGA

Jerald
I want you on your knees.
My big thick dick standing in your face.
Take it in your hands and feel the weight.
Look in its eye.
Suck it for me baby... Put it in your mouth...
Fuckkk, I love when you swallow it like that.
I can feel your throat...
All naked, sucking this dick and looking up at me....
Jenavia
My tongue making butterfly flicks on the head
my hands practicing it's craft on the shaft
my eyes looking up at you
watching  thrills dance upon your face
I can hear your excitement in your moans
and groans
that's it baby,
fuck my mouth
let me suck and suck and suck
you dry
suck the golf ball out of that pipe
cum in mouth big daddy,
cum for me
Jerald
Got me on my toes...
Clenching my ass cheeks.
Didn't know you did it like that and my cries...
Oh my, they bounce of the walls as I grab the back of your head...
No gag reflex and i go wild...
Pull your hair and call your name...
Mmmmm, you bout to drive me insane.
I wonder?
Do you swallow?
I feel my nut swelling and churning.
I wonder?
Do you swallow?
Jenavia
I do not swallow, but there's a first for everything . I suck you harder and faster, i feel your dick swell and throb in my mouth as i bob my head up and down, move my tongue  in circles ....i suck and suck and suck and lick and suck and lick and lick and suck and.. as you cum , i feel a feeling of passionate relief
Jerald
I feel it in my balls, as it roars through my loins...
Standing on my toes and... Oh! I spasm.
I can feel it cumming... Oh, I'm cumming.
You pull me in harder, your hand on my ass... And I... I call your uhh... I try to call your na...
Oh my goodness...
Oh baby it feels so g, g, good.
I love the way you look up at me as I... spasm.
Erupt in your mouth.
My knees so weak...
You swallow...
I pull you up and kiss those lips.

By JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and Jenavia Powell

(THUMP...THUMP)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/OsYKz1PKT_o

Let me thump your clit... I mean let me make your clit jump.
A gentle nudge as I take a taste, a gentle flick.
I pull away and kiss the insides of your thighs.
Taste, divine.
Let me kids the base of your diaphragm, massage the passages of your heart.
Let me lap of thy fount.
Nectar to a wounded warrior, my tongue and thine wonder.
A flip and it pouts at me, a part of the petals as you arch your back.
I go under and sir it on my face.
Suck your clit...ahhh.
A reach and I holding your nipples between my fingers twist them gently.
A moment suspended in your moans... ahhh.
I who would drink of you as a stranded man in a vast desert.
You the oasis... I so thirsty.
A lick, a flick.
I drink.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE GREATEST WEIGHT AND I}

{THE GREATEST WEIGHT AND I}

THE SOUND OF THE BREAKDOWN...
 https://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA

And what of religion?
The young boy asked the old man.
The old man seemed to go as still as the day at the crowning of a cold dawn.
The boy waited cause he knew this was the old mans way.
The old man finally opened his mouth to speak and at that moment it seemed the birds ceased to speak, as if time itself stood still waiting for the answer.
The old man said; Do you remember the story of Adam and Eve?
The boy nodded.
The old man continued; They had no religion, there was only them and Allah. They knew he existed because to them he was tangible, he was solid. He walked and talked with them.
He was no spirit for spirits do not walk, spirits do not talk. 

He asked the boy. Have you ever seen a spirit, smelled one, held one?
The boy shook his head.
The old man reached out and rubbed his head. 

Such a nothing gesture yet it conveyed so much.
Abraham, Noah and the other prophets also had this ability, this direct connection to Allah, the ability to speak to him or the angels, over time man lost this ability.
It was during these times that men figured out that they could fool other men by taking away from and altering the context of what Allah and the angels had conveyed.. They made knowledge secret and used it to control other men.
They called this religion and killed men in the name of it if they didn't adhere to their belief systems.
Eventually man forgot about spirituality and became religious. War in the name of religion, hate in the name of religion.
All of this against what Allah had told man, yet their teachings prevented them from seeing the truth.

That it all led back to one thing and that this one thing that it all led back to was common. It was everywhere and yet nowhere and was invisible to the masses because the masses always had tended to want men to lead them.

To make their decisions for them.

Over time man had forgotten his Godself and had converted to the worship of other men's concepts.

He was no longer connected to the earth that he stood upon.

His natural order was upset and he had introduced disorder and chaos as order.

Many men die because of these concepts as each man aspires to be richer than the next man... To have more when in fact more would be here without money.

That if there were no police there would be no need for police. They such an invaluable part of the system as they protect the property and ideals of the ruling elite.

The boy in listening felt these things as they became pictures that echoed the things that he had seen, he saw the people in his life as they flashed in his subconscious.

The old man asked him. "Do you feel the connection?"

He nodded yes.

The leaves rustled in the dry way they do in fall.

A soft breeze across the cheeks of the man who stood with tears in his eyes as he watched the young boy. 

What an awful burden he was passing along.

He reached out and  rubbed the boy's head.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LIFE... OF LOVE) SENRYU

(OF LIFE... OF LOVE) SENRYU
THE SOUND...

(Bliss)
Children laugh and play
Unaware the danger age
Butterfly floats by

(Wisdom)
Liquid orbs shine bright
Eyes young so full of wonder
Old they hold the fire

(Juxtapositions)
The dawn breaks splendid.
So radiant, birds sing sweet
Silent is the night

(Stunning)
Her smell elixir
Pheromones, he stands perplexed
Hunter and huntress

Union
Once split they are twain
Spectacular they display
He and she profound

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{REVALIZATION}MAD MONK SCROLL

{REVALIZATION}MAD MONK SCROLL
THE SOUND... DO LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/aY-fwYUbidg


And no matter the methods of prevention he cometh, his voice softly echoing the thunder, stature lion.
The masses taken aback for he is surely not of them, such knowledge.
Some will follow and others persecute for surely he is threat, this being.
His name prophet in modern tongue, forgotten in ancient ones.
This being.
He would pass this burden along if he could for it tremendous exerts great pressure.
The implications, if only they would listen to the traveler, he has seen so much.
Ancestors voices in his veins, connected pineal in his brain.
Even in sleep he knows no silence.
So hard to maintain on humanities plane where the sane are pawns of the insane... so profane.
Spitting anti God rhetoric and endorsing homosexuality.
The heavens they would cry, the heavens they have gone dry.
Abomination pon the face, shame upon the nation.
We who would be Gods, we who have fallen.
He cometh as surely as the days shall pass, a great and awful sound.
His voice the fire that would sear the flesh from dry bones, raise them anew.
No matter the methods of prevention, man will be born.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

DEEPER VIBRATIONS

(DEEPER VIBRATIONS)
THE SOUND PENETRATING... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN TO THIS BEAT...
https://youtu.be/eVI4uGqLspo

Maiyah
I want to taste you, from the moment you arrive and entered my soul, I begin to inhale you
I want to free you, the chains that have bound you to this pulse within my clit, god damn you
The rain that drips between the curves of my thighs, making me want to pull you inside of me deeper
Watching you cross the room of my fantasies, longing to be lost in the motions of your tongue, I’m a keeper
Hamzah
I want to decimate the bounds of your reasoning... Lay waste to all you think you know. Leave you quivering in the aftermath of my touch. So soft on your pussy lips, so hard at the very back. A gentle breeze across your clit, a roaring wind banging your gates.
Maiyah
Tears flow down my face, with every thrust & motion, my back arches as I, aye, aye scream your name
Sucking juices from your fingertips and biting my nipples, emotional orgasms taking me to a higher plane
Hamzah
I enter your sanctum and throw you down, the better to kiss, the better to taste. The flutters of your punani and ummm, my need so great. I would hold you forever naked... On your knees, kissing my swollen head. I out here in this dimension suspended in these higher rhythms... Yeasssss.
Maiyah
I want you to write the lyrics that orchestrate and command the walls of my pussy, so I squirt in rhyme
And when you’re not inside of me, the ink of your love, releases the tension and I multiply every time
Hamzah
Our growth do I describe with these very strokes. Language of sexuality, groans and moans... The mind shattering release, White ink pon brown skin. We existing fractually. Mmmm.

Written by: Maiyah and Jerald HAMZAHFARUQ Murphy © 11/19/15 10:45am

{THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...

 {THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...



We the former denizens of Africa seem to have so many problems with recognizing our true enemy. The one right under our noses. Since our forced introduction into western colonization we have been programmed and bred to pass along certain traits and traditions that keep us lagging economically and socially. The enemy recognizing the depth of the conditioning uses it at all times to keep the African people fighting and at each others throats.
The conditioning is so rooted that a black person will lay down their life to go and fight for the enemy, they will do so in the name of democracy even when its clear that the way they are treated is not democratically. They will praise the enemy and even use his image to portray their god because this is what they were taught to do. Not because its right but because its all that they know. They will not read anything but what the enemy has ordained pure, even when it's clear its not.
They will clean for the enemy, cook for the enemy and arrest their own kind for the enemy even when it apparent that the enemies system is the biggest part of their condition,
In many ways the African people have become their own worst enemy.
This kind of thinking is contrary to self preservation but the African people are so lost that they will not listen to an African that makes sense unless he or she is endorsed by the enemy. He will overlook scientific fact as well as archaeological proof unless it is authorized by the enemy. He will kill his brother, his son or his neighbor to protect these lies, he uses them to justify his distorted beliefs because in many ways he is so afraid of himself or herself becoming free.
He has been trained this way over a period of 500 years and more and from the way the situation looks it will take him this long to break the cycle. So sad that it looks like he will not survive to see it given the death and incarceration of young black males raised under this system of ideology. At the rate that things are going he will be bred out further through interracial relationships and homosexuality which are being pushed heavily in our communities through aggressive ad campaigns which belittle the black woman and man and make them seem unsuitable to each other, which make them see African traits as undesirable.
If this trend continues there will be no African race to talk about within 100 years.
The only way that this situation can and will be reversed is through education and resistance as far as the enemy is concerned.
Teach the youth the truth because the adults seem to be to fearful to listen and try something new, Especially since the old has clearly not gotten us anywhere.
Now these are my views and I am sure that there is some preacher or teacher or charlatan out there somewhere who will dispute and refute them, but if you look carefully you will see that every point I made is true to fact.
The proof is you and the African next to you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALL OVER HERE)

(ALL OVER HERE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MUSE...

Here I am lost in these thoughts of you, semi hard and perusing you naked in my mind.
My mouth watering cause I'm so hungry....
Just a taste.
Here I am wanting to touch my raging hard on to your lips... upper and nether regions.
To feel your slick and fluid wet.
Here I am feeling like I could beat it till you lie back and sigh.
Punani jumping and thumping.
Rubbing my cum into your skin, satisfaction carved on your face.
I contemplating your lines... Manhood wet on my thigh, semi hard and reflecting the friction.
Such pleasant memories of a short time ago.
Rubbing your belly as I talk to you...
Hypnotic and biologic.
Smelling of the sex that lingers in the air.
Here I am needing you so, been so damn long... Been so damn long.
Fire roaring in my veins... lava threatening to erupt explosively.
Cover the landscape in our cream.
Here I am...
Where are you?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OVER HERE)
THE SOUND...

Here we are spinning in place, stuck on the slick shit that we are standing in... Knee deep and stinking as it plays electronic and pumped in...
Here we are in the very same state, ignorance preached and teached to enslaved Africans.
Kente cloth covered and red, white and blued,  uncle Sam and Santa Claused.
Bones screaming attempted genocide from the bloodied ground of our persecution.
Babies coulda been doctors and scientists, babies coulda done touched the stars, babies coulda been but now they manifest thugs and hoes.
Damn shame.. they coulda been.
Blame the white man, blame the masons, blame yo mama and daddy, blame yoself for not picking up a book, for turning away from obvious wisdom.
Peace don't come free, freedom bleeds.
Here we are singing and celebrating, testifying and signifying, pimping and prophisizing.
Shoulda been realizing.
Shoulda been uniting.
Shoulda been, coulda been but they killed Sandra Bland, buried her in unstable sand.
Here we are... Deaf dumb and docile.
Dry bones... No skin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

A look into your baby brown and the world erupts in glorious color.
Such a glorious display, your smile the backdrop as the day proceeds

{A WHIFF A DE SPLIFF} SEXUALLY

{A WHIFF A DE SPLIFF} SEXUALLY

THE SOUND OF THIS SWEETEST AGONY...

https://youtu.be/eyhRZqhKmKg

I smell you, a whiff of the spliff and I...
See I want to touch you...
I mean really touch you...
Get to the pink meat of the situation.
I want to savor your succulent taste... swish it around on my palette and linger in its bouquet.
I a connoisseur and you the delicacy.
A fine dining experience... Table spread and I.
See I wanna reflect on you even when I'm away... Another day... A day away and I...
I'm so fucked up that I make love to your smell... The images that I hold sexually explicit, wet and funky free, roaming in my psyche.
Wet and juicy fruit dangling in the trees so tempting... I plucking you down and raising you to my lips...
You trickle down my chin and sate my thirst... coconut water and I...

See I see you and I want to whisk you away... A fantasy where you beg of me to continue... A lick and you.

See you arch your back and push at my head... Please... Please and I...

See I keep going cause I know you wanna... You wanna cum... All on my tongue.

All this in a glance cause if I were to look to long I might explode... Soak the people surrounding us in cum... Virgins giving birth and I...

Smell you...

I... 

Smell...

You.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THOUGHTS MEMORIES AND REALITY)
THE MUSIC, LIST IN BECAUSE IT REALLY EMPHASIZES THE POINT...
https://youtu.be/UgAFcvIw8J4

And he remembering the touch of a woman is filled with remorse, the result of such a long hiatus.
So many years since he's held someone he loved... The memories of lingering kisses playing over and over in his mind like an old 45.
Each grainy note so essential to the essence of the sound... It pains his soul... These memories... He looking at the night sky contemplating the rest of his days... tomorrow or years away.
So alone and the cars driving by become the waves washing ashore... The lights become the promise of new future's... Twinkling somewhere out there... He would gladly reach out and grasp one of only it were within his power... He so tired mentally.
Once he asked Allah for love and it damn near tore him apart... Damn near ripped him from his foundations... Such a savage storm... deadly in its manifestation... Savage in its wrath... Beautiful in its calm.
They who would see it metaphorical... They who would see it factual... He allegorical alludes to it... He and Allah leaning over the rail of a deck...Backlit by a canopy of stars... A woman on his mind... Last of the cicadas playing symphony.
The voice of a woman playing stereo... The fleeing touch of her lips... He bound by the gravity wishing he could soar... He thinking these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A ONE... A TWO... A THREEEE)
THE BEAT...
https://youtu.be/Xx-WvaFdOuA

The day dawns... The sun as bass beats down into mans very bones... Feeds his melanated skin... Ahh, feels so good... The tree wakened raises its leaves... The lion stretches on the plane... The bovine stands from kneeling knee... Praise indeed to the most high.
Movement is melody... Child on the way to school... Mom with thick hips swaying beside, such divine beauty... Flowers for mans mind... Clouds of ganga smoke the background... So pungent the aroma... Quiet yet loud... Day such a beautiful panorama. Man enthralled.
Music so frantic as ant rushes by... Winter got to come... Colony got to feed... Circles of life played out in stringent tones... Slowed down sometimes like some phat ass jazz... Autotuned and chopped and screwed... So many songs would lead some to confusion... Victims of mass illusion.
Sun rising high in the sky... Beating down pon mans brow... Feet pounding rhythm... Got to go... Got to go... That's that rhythm... That's that sound...
Getdown.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{RISE ALMIGHTY KINGS}

 {RISE ALMIGHTY KINGS}
THE SOUND AS THE MIND FUNK IS PUMPED...
 https://youtu.be/Z0kR3A2CYAs


And he stands fully formed from the ashes. They swirling and twisting round his feet. Man newly arisen from the sleeping slumber. He is magnificent. The world stands in wonder. Tones of melanin in his skin.
There is thunder in the air for the heavens bear witness. Seraphim and Cherubim rank upon rank... Wings stretching beyond the sky. Man realized. The clouds heavy drip tears of joy which fall as sparkling diamonds in the celestial sunlight. Splatter in glistening sparkles.
He once born as black as the night. As black as the triple stages of darkness from which all knowledge came. Man visualized is he. Proud and free. Fuck equality. Fuck that reality. All that flawed visuality.
He is fist pump and bass bump... He is afro, dreads and bald head. He is father to his nations children. Knowledge attained and passed down. His trials and tribulations told again and again. His legend the wind. Once slave now master to his own destiny. Pride in his pose. Standing as oak... Reclining he is bonsai.
His enemy he knows well. Any who would stand against him and his kin. The dark, the medium and the light skinned, Bredren born of God's hand. Against him who can stand. Phenotypical and supreme. He.
So close and yet these words will go over so many heads. They will say that they read, they would bear false witness for the truth is only pages away. Comprehension such a savage entity. The beast manifests beautifully. Would have you be he in a warped democracy. Prisons, jails and detention facilities where men fester and rot. Knowledge lost. And here we are at the end where man bowing would bid you farewell.
This his sordid tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GENESIS AND REVELATIONS) Inspired by Linda Jones
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THESE WORDS...
https://youtu.be/nHfUULI_6UM

She... And I in amazement.
Her smile radiant... Oh earth light up my day.
She... My heart flutters.
Her words permeate my very being.
Her voice echoes in my deepest chambers.
She... I in awe stand.
Her form is that of one born African queen.
We formed of projects brick dust.
Royalty standing in the midst of chaos.
She... Mmmm.
The gentle brush of the painter.
The caressing hands of the sculptor.
Scientifically and mathematically impossible yet she is here.
We bound gravitational.
She... I in rotation.
Revolutions and revelations signs and cornerstones.
Living testimonials born of the first son and woman.
Trees standing stoic in the garden.
Metaphorical and metaphysical, living breathing proof of hue~man existence.
So biophysical.
She... And I.
I would smite the words uttered against her.
Cast them into utter oblivion.
Rip them into shreds flapping in the bitter winds of rebirth.
We regenerated and refreshed emerging from the storm.
Children of the most high.
Living and breathing replication formed in the image of the I am.
She... She and I.
We are.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED}

{THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED}

THE MUSIC THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS SCRIBE...

https://youtu.be/rakz5f18N_Q

A look at you and I am as a gelatinous mass... I who would conform to your form.

Some African Tai Chi, Rendered Yin and Yang type a thang.

So easily the flow... Such a sensual ballet.

Our words as softly pattering rain bringing magnificent life.

A moment as I breathe of your soul, so refreshing the smell.

Fresh and aromatic.

Your skin is the catalyst of my funkiest dreams as we pivot and gracefully dip.

Dancers suspended as the bass bumps and the melody flows so sweet.

A fall through the clouds could not be this exhilarating... No mountain stream could be as rejuvenating.

I can feel you in the honeycombs of my bones.

The very marrow of who I am as I inhabit this planet of my physical birth... Harbinger of my spirituality.

Our voices soft talk of remembered things, so like leaves blowing in a fall breeze, whispering and shushing... 

So lulling.

We talk of tremendous things... Such weight and we carry it so light.

We who have become Kings and Queens born of such dark roads.

Eons lived or so it would seem... such great change.

A look and you so afrocentric call me home to the motherland that we were born of.

The roots and the spirals of the universe that abound in your locks...

I hesitate for to reach out and touch may cause you to evaporate.

A wisp... A sigh... A long and lingering look.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

{FIBEROPTICAL}
THE SOUND AS I EXPLAIN...
https://youtu.be/igo8JUddtxM

I see you across the diaspora and my blood begins to beat... Africa... Africa.
Bass so profound that I am swayed in my knees... My warrior dance is magnificent.
One look and I am dragged through the whole of his-story, you queen and my seed the prototypical.
We in great cities where we built pyramids dedicated to the stars we had come from... dedicated to the all of our existence.
We in villages where there was no one for the whole was all we were.
My third eye tingles and I see through the layers of deceit, the degrees and the decrees.
G's, Squares and all the levels.
Psychological chains made of the flesh of our ancestors as we built new countries on stolen land... We so disconnected that we can't see the we of who we be.
Contact lenses and false equality... Equal to the beast makes we beastial as we kill each other indiscriminately in these mean city streets.
The silver cord that connects my physical to my submentality shudders with the mass of information that I receive upon recognition of you metaphysically.
When I see the sociological and psychic ramifications of I dying time and time again.
The whip, The tree, The chains... Sharks follow slaveships and eat of human debris.
My child cut from your womb so viciously.
You praying that he will not be man.
Please Jesus let this not be a boy.
My optics take you in and my neurons and synapses process you immediately for I knew of you before my amniotic suspension... Before I seed and egg became a rapidly expanding mass of cells.
We the children of the cosmos born of thermonuclear fission... Ashes, dust and water.
We the reaction and the result.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LIL BITTY]

[LIL BITTY]
THE SOUND AS THE BEAST A ROMPA STOMPA...
https://youtu.be/hOl6Edzd9CE

Be my little bitty...
Such a treat you are with your little bitty body...
So small that I could just pick you up and set you down on my pole so rigidly exposed...
Butt naked and tiny...
Had a midget a few times... Mmmmm.
So small and succulent.
Your pussy print so phat in spandex.
I beat against the fabric of my slacks... One lick and I would consume you in the fires of the beast...
Smoldering and sweaty.
Lil bitty panties and that pert lil ass...
Raging the inferno...
This anticipation as I see the prey which would sate my appetite, fill me to satisfaction as I fill you.
I who would hang on the particular tones of your orgasmic moans and the symphony of your cumming screams.
An orchestra dedicated to the way I minister unto thee.
A flip and I beating from the back...
Pulling your hair and scratching your flesh...
Put a hump in yo back lil bitty thang... I pushing.. Pushing to the very core...
Besieging the walls of your castle for still in coitus you remain queen...
The beast is if nothing else eloquently blessed... Hard and heavy...
Such are the things you cause I to see...
Such a lil bitty...
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{SCHIZOPHRENICALLY}

{SCHIZOPHRENICALLY}
THE SOUND AS LOVE IS BROKEN DOWN...
https://youtu.be/J8F2jw5YbSQ

What is real?
Is it when you say you love me?
Is it when I say I love you?
We trying to fathom the depths of this word as we encounter life in this world.
As death occurs and leaves some on bended knee wailing to Allah.
The pure unmitigated power as the sun rises and sets on the panorama that fills our eyes.
Love, and so many would kill for it, even a facsimile... The smallest iota... A mustard seed.
Love, and it causes the heart to beat a little faster... Anticipation... flutters in stomachs... Butterflies.
What is real?
Love?
The quest?
The force of impact as it hits home, lying in bed in fetal positions torn inside, wishing it would go away.
Smiling cause it feels so good, perfume lingering in a mans clothes...
Remembrances of soft full lips and trickling kisses.
Obliterated in the explosion as a mans mind tries to grasp the concept, the how, the what and the why.
Logic.
What is that?
Love has no bounds, no reason nor rhyme, Not R+B, Hip Hop or even some sad ass country...
If he were a person we would avoid his schizophrenic ass... raging wino standing on the corner.
Love...
Will I see you again?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE ALL OF IT

 {THE ALL OF IT}
THE SOUND OF THIS REALITY...
 https://youtu.be/cJ7O87cbOLc

A reach into the all and I try to brang... brang dat thang... Reach into the very logistics of it and explain...
Fucking brain drain of the masses and I... Whew this shit is sad.
Happiness a thought away and the masses don't get it... This shit is orchestrated this here way.
Fuck is getting ahead?
Bullshit insanity.
All this from Allah's hand and we pay for food... We pay for land... Rich ass motherfuckers living high on the hill.
Them and they don't give a fuck bout we... Po niggas got's to be, the awful and deep reality of civilization, See?
A reach into the all and I stand solar and supreme... Majestic and free... Bow to no man... No... not me.
Forged of the blackness of the deepest forests of Africa... From whence my ancestors came... We spoken of in holy scroll as the children of god.
We warrior David... We wise Solomon... We the son they mounted on the theoretical cross.
A square standing in a circle and we... We came from the projects spitting hurricane fyah and rhythmic philosophy designed to move the masses.
So long ago and we... We better wake up cause its getting late, See?
A reach into the all and its so simplistic mathematically as trillions drop tremendously empty... Right by yo head, and we consumed in the need to be spiritually succumb to virtual insanity... Salem witch hunts and metaphorical terrorist's peekin round the corner... Police still beatin niggas every damn day.
All we gotta do is reach into the all of we... The melanistic all of we... The blackest blackness of we...
The image of god we... Where we descend from... See?
This system but another mans version pushed historically pon we... Pigfeet and reality t.v.
A reach into the all and a resounding smack...
Stars and tears in yo eyes.



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ THE MANY FORMS OF LOVES MANIFESTATION}

{ THE MANY FORMS OF LOVES MANIFESTATION}
THE SOUND... PLEASE LISTEN CAUSE ITS SET UP THAT WAY...
https://youtu.be/8gFtYs_WRR0

I loved you and you made me smile... So radiant and I had the strength to change planets of beings into sentients.
I loved you and you made me cry... Salty waters that were so deep that they fell into pits of darkness where my mentality screamed at me to wake.

Sun caresses skin
Man awakens from deep slumber
Darkness must follow


You talked to me and your voice was the sound of angels singing to me of birth and resurrection from imminent death.
You talked to me and my soul cringed, so much hate and rage... Your face so twisted.
How could it come to this I wondered.

Heaven in her eyes
Promises of better days
Hell in her ragings

I found comfort in your softness, release in your depths, sweet sleep in the bed beside you... Such blissful states.
I found hurt in the crevasses of your skin, betrayal was the smell that lingered on your flesh... So sharp the pain lying on a bed of nails.

She chocolate drops
Melting and satisfying
Bitter unrefined

You taught me so much that I have a framed P.H.D. in the art of love... cunniligustically a beast, Skilled with my meat.
You taught me so much that sex frightens me... To where from here? A warrior out here alone against the rising tide time.

The water shimmers
Waves shushing to mans heart shores
 Reflectively we

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

 {HYPERPHILOSOPHYSEE}
THE SOUND OF GREAT WEIGHT AND PREPONDERANCE ...
https://youtu.be/vZUStfPtUfQ

These streets... These streets and we speak on molly, and we pontificate see...
This the year 2015 and niggas still survive... niggas still alive and so many relish the title see...
Black kids killing each other in the ghettos, and we, we, be.
Cowboy ass cops killing we... see?
Niggas in the church , niggas standin on street corners, nigga in the white house see... Even if he don't want to be, that's the reality see?
Nigga what you gone be?
Cant escape the utter thought impact of the word see?
Poet standing in the thunder and lightning flashes and spitting asphalt philosophy...
Hardcore drop see?
Born nigga in the heart of Moultrie Georgia, Dropped, spanked and brand new see...
Jordan's on a niggas feet see?
Still a nigga I see...
Income tax and food stamps see?
Betta get some third eye vision see?
Genocidal mentalities be fucking with our true nature see?
Pigfeet and skins be fucking with our pineals see?
Fyah burn down Babylon, niggas be blind see...
This sociology don't come free... A heavy price to pay see...
Handed down history and flawed science see...
Betta get on that 360 see...
Betta rise from yo knees nigga see...
Stand attentively and be ye gods see?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SO SAVAGE THE CONUNDRUM)

(SO SAVAGE THE CONUNDRUM)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/6w-HmIVA9H8

I see you and grow heavy and hard... Such an enticing sight thou art...
Would that I could tell you these things.
Beast pounding at mine temples... Blood engorging mine member...
My desire flooding the plains of mine pineal...
I who would explode into the depths of your womb... Take your mind in mine hands and stroke it feverently yet gently...
I who would drink of your breath as you cumming call mine name.
Ahhh the taste of you.
Salty like the seas of our beginnings... In you I taste the earth... The carbon of a falling star.
Mine member so hard...
Mine mind spinning as it makes the dizzying descent... As it slams into the whole of your being...
The blessings of your flesh... The fullness of your mind... The totality of your essence.
So heavy, so hard... I standing transfixed.
I lost in your origins... Such a sight thou art.
The yin of mine yang... My completion...
These things I try to say with mine eyes... The language of my body...
The very nature of mine being.
Would that you could overstand.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEORETICALLY) MY LOVE BEQUEATHED UNTO THEE...
THE SOUND IS INTRICATE TO FULL OVERSTANDING... PLEASE LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/GIhXAqOSLAc

Again I scribe to you my hypothetical... My would be love.
I wanting you since before I was the one cell that multiplied into billions...
Since my great grandfather carried me seed and my great grandmother bore my grandmother.
Such a delectable thought manifested dream.
Reflected on my eyelids shut in sleep...
A princess when I was boy, you are now queen, still I have yet to meet you... My love.
The breeze surrounds me and I sniff hoping to catch a whiff of your pheromones... Surely I am programmed to recognize it... Your scent.
Having seen you in 3d on my pineal screen... Fields of flowers and wet dreams... A moment before you dissolve and dissipate upon my waking.
Here I sit a prisoner to this flesh and blood... This longing as the days rush on by.
I man alone on a world so full of female companionship... Warm flesh and release.
So full of need... Someone who overstands the hyperphysicality of me.
These words swirling and spiraling into the well of my being... Painting a masterpiece of a queen I have never met... Only seen subconsciously
My hypothetical.
Sighhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{STRESSFULLY}

{STRESSFULLY}

THE SOUND AS THE POINT IS MADE...

https://youtu.be/ARlC_KAgbzA

These things I see and the earth cries solidified tears that I feel in my soul...

These things... These things... And standing against the the formidable torrent I seek joy...

A little laughter.

Joy and pain entwined in the very depths of who we hue-man are.

Such a loving pair.

The leaves they speak to me and I...

I listen.

The magnificent breeze and I..

I feel it.

Caress my African soul oh wind as I live it.

The dirt and dust which carry my ancestors bones stirred as I walk past...

On the way to an imminent death...

Reality and I..

I know it.

The recesses where truth is hidden and I...

I see people pass right on by...

My people and I...

Try to leave something behind cause the flow calls me...

So tantalizing the beat...

Bass in my soul and I...

I am stratospheric...

Fire and ice... Calm and storm...

These things... These things... My soul drops bass pon these lyrics and phrases...

These hyperboles that I stress...

We the children of God...

We are... We are...

The cosmos speaks of we...

These things... Oh these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE CONTINUING EXPLOITS OF THE BEAST} MENAGE A TROIS... FOR ME?

{THE CONTINUING EXPLOITS OF THE BEAST} MENAGE A TROIS... FOR ME?
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ESCAPADE...
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrYF4PE2GNu0hGQX3x4eihaX

I met her at the Dollar General.
I was hanging out with my friend Big J. and his wife helping them sell bootleg d.v.d.s and she passed by. I asked her if she would buy me a pack of Newports, the 100's and she asked me why I didn't do it myself.
I told her I had left my I.D. home and they carded everyone here.
she looked at me with those big brown eyes and said O.K. and took my money and walked in.
I continued to talk to Big J. and kind of forgot about her until he said "Man whats taking her so long? did she go out the back door?"
We laughed at that and I walked over by the door and saw her in the line.
It was then that I noticed that she had a big ass which to me is one of the biggest turn on's in the world besides the fact that she was black as hell.
When she came out I walked her to her car and started to put down.
She kept licking her lips and that shit turned me on.
It was at that moment that I started to speak to the freak in her.
I told her that I would make her a very happy woman in more ways than one... I could tell she was feeling me and I continued as I sat in the door of her car and we talked.
I looked over and saw Big J and his wife looking at me and smiling.
They knew I was putting in work.
We talked for about 30 minutes and before she left I knew she squirted and that I was gonna see her again.
The next day I was at my friend Will's place and decided to call her.
She answered and said "I was looking for you earlier today. I really want to see you tonight... Can you meet me at the motel?"
I said yes and she gave me a room number.
Later that night I showed up at the motel and knocked on the door and heard someone ask who it was I said my name and the voice said wait a minute.
I stood there and the door opened and all I saw was a sexy ass dark skinned naked woman, she was wet and soapy.
She turned and that big ass bounced as she led me in.
She got back in the shower and continued talking to me as she washed herself.
She asked if I wanted something to drink and I said yes and she called for someone to bring me a drink.
They said "What does he want?"
I asked what they had and she said Coke, Red bull and we have Tequila as well as Crown.
Having ascertained the situation I said Red Bull.
I had a feeling I was gonna need those wings.
I looked up as a young woman walked into the room, she was brown skinned and about 6 feet tall and had the longest legs in the world.
She was also naked.
She said "Do you like the gift I brought for us?"
I said "Oh yes."
She told the other woman to turn around and show me what I was in for and she turned slowly and bent over.
Her pussy was shaved and so phat as it fell between her legs.
I being who I am was trying to maintain my composure as the one in the shower started to soap her hairy pussy and continued to talk to me in her sultry voice.
She handed me the rag and said "Can you wash my back?"
I almost said "Helll yeah" but I said "Yes."
The other one. The tall one said "Can I join in?"
She told her yes and they climbed into the shower together as I still clothed washed them in their most secret places and they washed each other.
They finished and we went into the main room of the room and I noticed that it had stairs which led to a second floor where there was a big ass bed and a balcony overlooking the main room.
We say down and I pulled a bag and some blunts from my backpack and rolled some blunts and we talked.
They had on towels and asked me why I was still wearing clothes and I stood and took off my shirt and pulled down my pants and they looked at each other, I could tell that they were happy with what they saw and the dark one got on her knees and took my dick in her mouth and sucked it as it grew rock hard.
The tall one stood up and I put my hand between her legs and felt her grow warm and wet.
I slid a finger in and she gasped and I fucked her with my finger as her friend sucked my dick.
she stood and pushed the tall one back on the sofa and opened her legs and began to eat her pussy as I walked up behind her and slid my dick in.
She moaned in the other woman's pussy and the tall one started to cum all over.
I'm talking about straight multiples.
Pussy juice everywhere and this made the one I was fucking cum as well and her fluid splashed on my dick and my balls.
I didn't want to cum yet so I made them both get up and go up the stairs to the bed and they lay down as I pushed the tall ones legs back and tried to put my dick in her lungs.
I pulled my dick out and the dark one sucked it before she put it back in, I pulled out again and she licked the other ones pussy.
 This shit was bout drive me wild and I flipped her over and started to fuck her and her friend pulled out a dildo and worked her pussy as I sucked her tits.
Straight beastin and shit.
We fucked until I screamed that I was coming and her friend came over and pulled my dick out and sucked it until I came in her mouth.
I fell back on the bed and they both lay in my arms and rubbed me as we talked.
Needless to say I fucked them over and over that night.
Shit like this does not happen all the time and I ain't a young man anymore.
Better enjoy it while I can.
Speaking of which.
Let me call her right now.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

I want you on your knees.
My big thick dick standing in your face. Take it in your hands and feel the weight. Look in its eye. Suck it for me baby... Put it in your mouth... Fuckkk, I love when you swallow it like that. I can feel your throat... All naked, sucking this dick and looking up at me....
My tongue making butterfly flicks on the head my hands practicing it's craft on the shaft my eyes looking up at you watching thrills dance upon your face I can hear your excitement in your moans and groans that's it baby, fuck my mouth let me suck and suck and suck you dry suck the golf ball out of that pipe cum in my mouth big daddy, cum for me

Got me on my toes...
Clenching my ass cheeks.
Didn't know you did it like that and my cries...
Oh my, they bounce of the walls as I grab the back of your head...
No gag reflex and i go wild...
Pull your hair and call your name...
Mmmmm, you bout to drive me insane.
I wonder?
Do you swallow?
I feel my nut swelling and churning.
I wonder?
Do you swallow?

{THE HARSHEST REALITY}

{THE HARSHEST REALITY}
THE SOUND OF OUR REBIRTH...
https://youtu.be/KGs4Jc4EXpg

We who came from the ghetto's of Babylon...
Who who are the forgotten...
The sun dawns bright pon our heads...
Shining... Shining.
Brothers we should have been...
So many of us having been Willie Lynched...
We have learned to hate...
Such an ugly thing as we see those of other races pass us by...
Unified they are...
Mothers left to fight a world alone...
Projects and programs designed to leave us behind...
A global crime committed and the children suffer...
Victims of propaganda and false illusions of belonging...
The sun shines bright on the disparity...
The utter reality...
We who are the children of Allah...
We having been whitewashed and finding comfort in a white god...
Such an ugly situation as another cop is exonerated...
Flip the t.v. back to reality...
Another black child dead...
Another indoctrinated housewife... Another nigga who done made it...
Such a beautifully painted lie...
A tragic tapestry hanging on the walls of our souls...
Vivid colors that run blood red...
The color of life that flows in our veins...
Stains the killing floor...
We who are the children of God cast into the pits of Babylon...
So many lies to overcome,..
We reborn...
We who came from the proverbial ghetto cry these words.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HE LIVED...HE FELL..)
THE MUSIC...
https://youtu.be/aWIE0PX1uXk

He fell and the world that had once held him up failed to catch him.
He fell and the liquid in the bottle only served to sage his beast when he imbibed, the drugs only when he soared on their their clouds of euphoria.
He fell from the blue skies and the light of the sun shined on his skin as he approached rock bottom.
A streaking meteor had he become, his fiery Impact shattered dreams.
Such a sad melody as choir sang and orchestra played.
He once conductor now the plaintive strains of a heart wrenching tale told  on a low lit stage.
His fathers words echoing in his ears.
He fell stabbed by the knife and pierced by the bullet.
He became the words in an obituary as tears were weeped in honor of his demise.
Dearly departed and all that.
Once a mighty tree his seed all he had left behind.
Baby green sprigs growing from the ashes of his life.
Once he had been a promising star shining in the heavens.
Today he lay cold and hard, a lesson to those who would listen.
A warning to those who would not.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GODS OF GREYHOUND HATE ME) LAWD PLEASE MAKE MEGABUS A BETTER PLACE.
THE SOUNDTRACK...

I am about to catch Megabus tomorrow.
Now it's my first time catching one but back in the day I used to catch Trailways until it shut down and I didn't catch another bus until1983.
By then it was Greyhound and nothing else in the south.
Now my history with Greyhound is s rather colorful one.
The Greyhound bus gods hate me.
The first time I caught Greyhound the driver threatened to kick me off in the middle of nowhere.
Palmettos, pine trees and nothing else, the last thing I had looked up and seen was a prison.
The bus just pulled to the side of the road and this big ass redneck was in my face talking bout he was gonna call the Sheriff.
My crime you ask?
Loud headphones.
It was the advent of personal cassette players.
I was playing Afrika Bambaata at the time.
After accessing my situation I turned my headphones down.
I was on my way to my first physical for the army.
It went downhill from there excluding the two times I had sex on the Greyhound, I guess you just gotta have high points sometimes in the midst of turmoil.
My misfortunes include the time I was at a Greyhound station in Tallahassee Fl and was catching a bus to Atlanta and met this cool ass dude from Miami.
Dude was clean in a Miami pImp kinda way.
I met him and we talked for awhile and he said he wanted to smoke some weed and I said I had some so we walked over to a concrete wall about a half a block away from the station and he started to tell me his story.
How he had met a woman and came to Tallahassee to be with her but he was tired of her shit.
I sympathized with his story cause it was some good ass weed and we went back into the bus station.
Back then they had them lil bitty TVs on chairs and they would line them up in tight rows and I always would always go to the very back corner and feed the tv quarters and watch the news and shit.
Dude sat next to me and we continued talking.
Good weed and shit.
All of a sudden it got dark like a cloud had passed in front of the sun and I heard a deep voice say. "Where you thank you goin motherfucker?"
I looked up and saw the biggest woman I had ever seen in my life.
She had on a mumu and she musta weighed 640 pounds.
At this moment dude chose to say the worst shit he could said given the circumstances.
He said "I'm tired of yo shit bitch.
All I saw was this big woman reach into her bosom which coulda held a whole army of midget warriors.
She pulled out something far worse
What she pulled out was a straight razor.
It was a this point I started screaming like a bitch.
Out of every weapon known to man the straight razor is the one I fear the most since I saw the movie The Revenge of J.D. Walker back in the days.
The only thing that saved us was the fact that that big ass woman couldn't squeeze through the chairs which were bolted to the floor.
She was yelling bout dude had stole her money and food stamps and he was talking shit back to her and I was still screaming like a bitch.
I finally caught hold of the rail but dude was backed up against me and I couldn't pull myself out.
I looked back and saw a security dude grab the big woman but she slung him off like he was a fly.
I was thinking "Oh lawd I'm bout to die in a Greyhound bus station. I knew this was where it was gonna happen."
All of a sudden 4 police and bout 3 security guards wrestled her big ass to the ground and led her away and took dude to the office to talk to him.
I shook all their hands and one of them said that they needed to talk to me.
It was at this moment my bus pulled up.
I kindly told him no and damn near ran over everybody trying to get on the bus.
I knew bout Greyhound leaving your ass since they had tried to leave me in South Carolina once.
I was buying fried chicken at the time.
I told you all this cause I sure hope Megabus and me dont have as colorful history as the one I have had with Greyhound.
I'm to old for that shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY