{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