{WITHOUT YOU} BOOK OF FORMER GODS AND EARTHS CHAPTER 2
THE SOUND AS THIS IS BROUGHT FORTH...
https://youtu.be/LRH1SJ7J4VM

Without you I am but a white mans plaything, food for his entertainment... a jungle bunny dancing to his beat.
Without me you are a whore spread wide for him to fuck... A wide mouth to suck his dick... Worship his hair and his pale skin.
Once he brought us over in slaveships and locked us away in cages... Made us lower than animals in our minds... broke us down and made us docile... Made us police ourselves to further his gain... "Im'ma tell massa" and all that.
"I will kill you myself before I let you harm massa!"
Bent down on knees and praying to massa... Save me massa! Take me and give me a bloodbath in my children's blood.
Massa obliges and builds more cages, makes more guns, all while spouting freedom... The judge the grim reaper handing down sentences of life.
Sitting in masonic positions on the courthouse wall... Lets make a freemason so he can spread this ignorance in the church... Call it religion and make it pretty.
Without you my story would have ended like the Arawak's, ended like the Mayan's, Whole races obliterated as thought was made Manifest Destiny...
White man as God... Annuit Coeptis as he slaughters us in the streets and calls us the problem...
White man as Pharoah, his coffers so full that he allows grain to spoil and controls the price of oil...
See if you had died my memory would be controlled by his-story and I would be not...
I buried before my born.
As plain as the writing on the dollar bill... Novus ordo seclorum as the choir sings in harmony and the preacher prances and sways, calling for peace in the face of annihilation...
Underlining chapters and verses and giving half the explanation... So many of them who don't even know their own history... Those Christians.
Born at the end of a sword... Knights Templar and Prieure de Sion... Holy wars waged for control of minds for centuries to come...
Ancient artifacts destroyed to hide the truth... The fact that Jesus was black... The fact that The Way of living was The Way he lived...
Heads chopped off and hung from poles to warn of following what Jesus really brought.
Without you I wouldn't have woken to fight another day... Wouldn't have learned these things... Without you I would be a distant memory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ROBES WHIPPING IN THE BITTER WINDS) BOOK OF FORMER GODS AND EARTHS CHAPTER 1
THE SOUND IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE AS I REFLECT STORM...
https://youtu.be/Gr8HayWez2A

What are we, if  we if not Gods as foretold by his own words... We created in his likeness and image.
Our potential unlimited yet held in check by these man made perceptions and preconceived notions.
What are we these beings formed of carbon and water... Fire and H20.
These supposedly thinking and rational entities.
Where once we built pyramids that spoke of our travels in outer space...
Of wings and other dimensions.
Of our relationship with the sphinx and otherworldly realms.
Who are we when we do not glean of the knowledge and reach for the suns that hover in the depths of space...
When we allow ourselves to be mired incaucasion filth and waste.
The dogs spoken of eating the scraps of the masters.
Our knowledge flipped and reversed.
A ramble may seem mad until it's layers are revealed.
Who have we become as the rock we inhabit spins on tilted axle through the dark matter illuminated by the light of a thermonuclear yellow sun.
We born of the sons of an exploding star, we born bearing suns and daughters who are truly exploited.
When did we lose our binary powers?
When did our wings fall off.
Perhaps in the belly of the beast Babylon that worships the sun and deletes the father... Helios Biblos the holy scroll told in King James version.
A book of the sun tricked out son.
What are we in Maryland where we our rage plays out international and scary coons preach of calm and sing we shall overcome.
Red flames and smoke lighting up the night.
Brave warriors who need a true guide.
When did we lose our ability to fly?
Was it when they raped our great great mother's and gave them that good hair?
Those pretty funny looking eyes.
That bottle of bleach for their skin...
When they diluted the melanin?
I the once God screaming their words from the mountain descend.
All I carry in my hands is a scroll...
It reads Ye The Gods Arise...
Take Your Place In Front Of The Earths.
Become.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BUN BABYLON BUN} RALLY ROUND THE VILLAGE FYAH
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU OVERSTAND...
https://youtu.be/0qpKX3QjHWIa


Ain't you tired of being a nigga yet... Tired of letting other men decide your fate?
Place you on the lower rungs of life.
Ain't you seen the futility yet?
How many times must you watch your brother die... How many times you gotta kill him?
How many times you gotta be just that nigga?
Cant you feel the awful weight of all the holding back... All the weight of pledging the flag before the Martin Luther King day celebration.
The flew that flag when they killed him.
Another dead nigga just like the brother Medgar Evers and The honorable El Hajj Malik El Shabazz.
Seems like that's all they been relegated to.
Red white and blue stripes pon our backs.
Another dead nigga mentally and physically stripped and whipped.
Ain't you tired of that shit?
Ain't you tired of the news trying to disprove the theory that we are hue-man... That all we are is fucking concrete jungle animals, hooting and hollering chimpanzees swinging through steel and concrete trees.
Educated in his schools and turned loose to spit that white mans philosophy.
A fucking P.H.D. in new nigga sociology.
That shit they perpetrate on T.V. and in movies...
Ain't you tired of having to wear a dress to be accepted... Tired of linking womens rights and LGBT activity to your movement?
Why is black life worth so much less?
Aint you tired of fighting his wars while ignoring the need for yours?
Cant you feel the blood boiling in your veins as it heated by your furnace heart cries for action?
Ain't you fucking tired yet?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE TREE, THE FRUIT, YOU AND ME)
THE MUSIC AS THIS TALE IS TOLD...

If I were the hypothetical Adam and you the supposed Eve I would bite the fruit for you.
Stand up for you in the face of great power.
Against insurmountable odds.
If I were the phenotypical African Abraham I would hold your hand as I driven from my fathers land restores the kabba and creates great nations.
I the black Moses would slay for your honor.
I the prototype for all the races.
They dwelling in my blood pumping heart and coursing through my veins.
I the son of Noah never cursed for how can you curse a black man black.
Such a poignant display of hatred of self perpetuated and displayed in the collective consciousness and painted His-Story.
I Ezekial screaming across a battlefield lined with bones.
I Job bearing trials and tribulations.
As Joseph I would free myself from mental prisons and become a ruler in Babylon...
Legend would be our memory.
Light our representation.
For you my dear I would take from the tree of knowledge in the center of the garden.
For without you I am nothing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

This is the first time I have ever had a woman in my life who can really sing and who does so all the time.
Ironically she grew up singing in the same church where my grandmother who was my dad's mother played the piano when I was a child.
My grandmother died when I was seven and before she was born so they never met but she knows my whole family and we have a connection that's so deep that I know that our meeting was supposed to happen.
I really think my grandmother would have loved her cause my mom does.
She is always humming and I can tell she feels the rhythm.. . The beat.
I love her so.
She asked me to write something to this song cause it reminded her of me.
Donetta, here goes baby cause ironically I feel the same way.

(IN THE BEGINNING)
THE SOUND... THIS IS THE SONG SHE CHOSE... WOW...
https://youtu.be/R0FiCpwgeRM

Somewhere off in the flow where the old souls go after leaving this plane of existence there is a stirring...
They know of our meeting and they suspended in limbo speak telepathically...
They hum of we and it fills the heavens...
They wail and it sinks into souls...
A song so deep that  people living mundane existences on earth sense it...
It manifested the moment of creation when sun's erupted as stars.
The truth, and it careens off into the annals of time where it preordained was manifested the moment the phenotypical man looked into the prototypical woman's eyes.
Sun and Earth.
Let there be light.
It already foreseen by beings of fire in the chambers of Allah.
All this was known in the beginning...
I seed fertilized for thee...
My time in my mother's womb preparation for the arduous task of surviving these streets and jail cells...
I searching made good choices and bad.
I wandering this rock spinning and rotating...
Looking for you and there you were the truth, I looking so hard almost made the mistake of blindly passing you by...
Of giving up on finding you on this aspect of the continuum where my heart beats and my hair turns grey...
Right there and I should have seen when you were 27 solar years old...
So many the things I had seen...
Life, death and rebirth...
I remember you as I reminiscence introspective...
You are my truth.
I reflected in thee on my blended knee.
My honor... my love foretold belongeth to thee.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

{SAVAGE ISLAND FANTASY} INSPIRED BY TRISHA JOSEPH

{SAVAGE ISLAND FANTASY} INSPIRED BY TRISHA JOSEPH
THE SOUND SAVAGE AND UNRELEASED...
https://youtu.be/NjEYAK90MvEa

I want to fuck you till you collapse....
Beat that pussy from the back till you sink to the bed...
Make you keep them legs open as I minister to your needs.
Touch the back of that womb and make you scream.
Make you squirt as I pull out and catch that spraying juice.
Rub that clit and slip this dick back in.
Reach round and grab them tits.
Pull you back on this dick.
Make you beg me me to fuck you...
Make me beg me to stop... No Jerald, don't stop!
Why you doing this to me as your stomach full of butterflies rises and falls.
I want to knock the breath out of your lungs and suck your lips till the puffy and swollen testify to my Beast.
A moment before he turns you over and falls in deep.
Bites your nipple and scratches your ass cheeks as you spread receiveth of he.
Wet fluid released and I drink of it, splack in it, play in it as I fuck you relentlessly.
I so hard that I could break a diamond, drill all the way to your core.
Make you shatter into a thousand glittering pieces.
I want to fuck you...
Till you collapse.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE WANT... THE NEED... THE REALITY)

(THE WANT... THE NEED... THE REALITY)
THE SOUND BUMPING IN THE BACKGROUND...
https://youtu.be/zrpCfdkTwxU

I want to fuck you...
Not as some primitive entity but with full cognition.
I want to touch you with the supreme knowledge dwelling in these fingertips...
The whole entirety of my physiology.
Massage you in the deepest recesses of your brain matter where we really exist...
The place where we as hue-man and woman know our true existence.
Where we are found.
I want to suck you.
Not in your past or present but a future eventuality where your pink glistens and your brown shines.
Where we together have seen many things.
I a born King would bow unto thou...
Oh my queen.
Heavens rejoicing at the uniting...
The metronome pronouncing our arrival on this plane...
I want to fuck you in a spiritual way...
Lay hands upon you and raise you orgasmically higher...
Feel you coursing through my veins and racing pon my synaptics.
I wanting to drop wetly as dew on your ground...
Take you as clay and bring you to life with gentle caresses and softly spoken words.
Lay you on a cloud.
See...
I wanna fuck you, but baby I want so much more.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE FANTASTICKEST FANTASY) A STORY INSPIRED BY THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTIONS.
THE SOUNDTRACK... MAKE SURE YOU FUNK THIS AS YOU READ...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZbk_5OLj_S-ucx9GDVm6PO

They were born of the nothingness...
He born before her took his first steps with no knowledge of her on a conscious level.
He spoke his first words before she even existed in this physicality.
She still an egg on a womb... a seed in a man.
She born knew nothing of him.
They born within blocks of each other but separated by time.
She a flower born into the garden life.
They born black in a land where black is a curse saw it not at all.
He raised on a battlezone grew warrior strong.
At times he cried... At times he raged.
Two sides of he unleashed on n unsuspecting society.
Death a large part of his reality for he lived hard.
Sometimes in the chaos he stopped and breathed deep as if searching for a scent.
His heart beat in a hollow cavity formed of lonesomeness.
He seeking solace thought it could be found in coitus, oh how wrong he was.
The first time they saw each other was a sad occasion...
Their cousin lie dead.
Victim of plague and tears were in their eyes.
She listened as he spoke while not recognizing the truth.
He spoke while not knowing the truth.
They being made for each other had more growing to do.
He and she walked away and lived separate lives.
He still living among the downtrodden denizens of this human had demons to face as did she.
He at time paused and wondered what her name might be.
She married to another though she had found the one.
He living with another whom he loved thought he could do this.
Time passing has a way though of tearing notions down and crashing stone walls to the ground.
They found themselves once again cast into the pit loneliness..
The years falling off into maybe one day and maybe never.
In the darkest hours they found each other on a cyber highway and held virtual hands...
They still not recognizing the inevitable
He heard her voice one such time as she in her despair squeezed his hand hard...
Time again interceded as they apart played more demons born of being of the chosen.
He in his wanting looking at she... She at him.
Holding nature at bay.
In the darkest hours he heard her words and they pulled him from the fortress built of crushed dreams bones.
He draped as if for war felt his heart melt as she enveloped him...
As he absorbed her.
They coalescing...
Became one.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE DANCER AND THE BEAST} PRESSURE

{THE DANCER AND THE BEAST} PRESSURE
LISTEN TO THIS... IT SO EXPRESSES THE THOUGHT.
https://youtu.be/8g4lEOPJTes

She acrobatic cavorts in my mind...
I would taste of she dangling in an appropriate pose as I beast tend to her needs.
Feed her meat as she feeds me flesh.
Dine on her orgasm.
Drink of her screams and lie in her moans.
Such an eloquent dance as she gymnastically filters through my diaspora.
Arched and contorted....
I beast see these things as the appreciation of all hue-man existence and pay homage.
I linked to her chemically.
Our balance linked and in sync and we ride the highs of our sation.
Drop it old and new school...
Sweaty and wet as it splashes on my face...
I told you a taste.
Pon the tip of my tongue as she pirouette's and gyrates.
I swinging and crashing into the scene as guerillo knocking down trees and sniffing of her petals.
Inhaling and swerving.
Make it last all night and she feeling it in her belly all the next day.
A most refreshing workout of such intensity.
She stretching my imagination to and beyond infinity...
Hypervisuality...
I see...
I see.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

(THE DEVIL IS A LIE)
THIS IS MOST RELEVANT SOUND... LISTEN WELL...
https://youtu.be/CKkwOem9Vl8

I heard an ancestor crying blood tears from his grave today.
He was crying for a brother shot in the back by a lying policeman.
Shot in the back by his own people's indifference.
The ancestor he wailed at the inactivity of all these niggas, bitches and hoes.
I listened as my ancestor stirred restless and spoke unto me.
His words chilling me to my core as my dna turned ice cold.
He screaming of preachers who stand and speak of peace when clearly we are in the deepest stages of war.
Psychological and institutional.
He raged because prophets lead men to battle in times past.
Honor of family and love of nation.
His voice became stringent as he quoted old and new scriptures.
As he sang ayats.
I in the throes of a vision saw tolerance run amuk as gays became the church.
They committing acts of sodomy and deceit.
Flipping scroll to fit their blasphemous lifestyle.
It endorsed by a government which worships a flag... The whore of Babylon it's representation.
In whose god does it trust?
Annuit Coeptis and all that.
Illuminatic desecration of all that is holy.
The church it's bitch barking for its bones.
Using its scraps to appease the few while ignoring the whole.
My ancestor told me to pick up my weapon and use it to tear down walls of deception.
To educate a new generation.
Teach them to not be afraid of the white man or any other that stood on the way of us being free.
I listening as the veils fell away and the truth naked and black emerged.
Son of Dawood and The melanic Jesus.
I born unafraid of dying for mine.
I who wept everytime a black body hit the ground and a preacher in support of the beast preached inadequate and inefficient words of mass confusion.
Designed to keep men as slaves.
He assured me that the war could be won with the same weapon that held us enslaved.
He called that weapon The Mind...
He said it could build as well as destroy.
I heard an ancestor sigh as he lay back in his grave...
I turned and walked away reborn.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{DIVERSION} DEDICATED TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DONETTA RHODES
THE SOUND, IF YOU MISS IT YOU MISS THE FULL CONTEXT OF THE DIVERSION...
https://youtu.be/hXdgjE_SPoU

I want to feel you... My soul... My soul.
I reaching out to you like Africa.
I shedding a tear at the distance for my arms they hurt in the wanting.
Thy weight would I welcome in and on me...
So soft and I hear the sound of a train.
The lonesome cry of the horn.
What if I had you here?
As the world it passes by.
Black tires on black asphalt.
All the people and not one of them is you as they live their lives.
A sigh and I feel you in the remoteness of my solitude.
I reflecting on you.
I a sole inhabitant standing at the precipice and in my pineals I feel your psyche as it pulls me back.
Your name echoing off all the layers of all this time.
I off in these clouds where you become an image swirling and mesmerizing...
Puff, puff... cough, cough.
I feeling you expanding in my lungs breathe thee deep.
Exhale explosively.
Suck on your nipples and nibble your pussy.
A sigh and I summon all my strength.
Try to implant my seed in your mind...
Grow some wisdom trees in the fertile soil we...
We born from as carbon and water recreations of the one black God
I feel you... I want you.
My love... My love.
I feel you in my soul.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF WOMAN AND MAN} DEDICATED TO DONETTA
THE SOUND AS MAN STANDING TESTIFIES...
https://youtu.be/ppxWkMnaMG8

And my heart... My heart beats your name...
It trickles through my body and threatens to tear me apart.
My oh my.
you having awakened parts of me dead so long.
You have resurrected me and I emerge from the tomb of what was my existence.
My power having increased and I wanna show you the all of us.
Dry lake beds in Tanzania, bodies of water in the U.S.
Fields where my mother worked in the days of segregation when pickin tobacco was what niggas did.
That's what they called my mother back then.
But you know of these things cause you too have seen.
And my hand... My hand it wields magic...
Draws it from the air that recycled through the breaths that you breath.
Co2 that feeds the trees that cover us in their shade.
Sheilds us from the southern sun where we born will become one.
Children of sons born of suns, Daughters born of Isis.
We the hard core...
And my feet... My feet beat our beat...
Bass is the step as I walk this earth for you.
Solid beatdown.
Tribal drums thumping in the night.
I dancing in the light of our moon cause you are the earth and I the sun.
Redirection...
And my loins.... My loins seek of thee cause you are the other half of my physicality...
The cause of my eventuality...
The crux of my being.
I on the plateau of love stand firmly planted.
And my heart... My heart it beats your name

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(AHHHH) THE PUNANI BEAST RELEASED
THE SOUND THAT THE BEASTS BEAT...

Ahhh to plant lingering kisses on your brown skin.
The taste ahhhh, the smell.
The way your nipples pucker as they get hard.
Mmmm.
The way you spread your thighs and show me your pussy.
I love the way you sigh when I lick my tongue out just a little bit and touch your clit.
When I run it between your pussy lips.
I feel a chill run down my body when you sigh and reach around and pull my bald head in.
I shivering as I stick my tongue into your hot box and taste of your fluidity.
I suspended on your moans as I stand and you take my disk in your hands.
As you kiss it and talk to it.
Spit on it and take it in your mouth.
You got me lost and I.
I push you back and I.
I take my rigid head and rub it up and down.
I push it in and I revel in the feel as it finds your womb.
As your eyes grow wide I ride you and feel your pulsations all along its length.
The veins standing out testify to what you do to me.
You make me a pussy taking beast and I love you for that.
My hormones screaming as my nut bubbles and churns in need of release.
As you cum and it warm let's me know that you need me as I need you.
I pull out and let go.
I cover your stomach, your tits, your face, your hair.
Ahhhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY