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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

{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
















Thursday, December 17, 2015

(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

Saturday, December 12, 2015

(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

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

(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

Monday, December 7, 2015

(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

Sunday, December 6, 2015

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

Thursday, December 3, 2015

(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