{LISTEN TO ME AS I SPEAK UNTO YOU}
THE SOUND OF URGENCY...
http://youtu.be/2VedGI3qzzQ
See... I would support you...
Hold you as we spin on this planet... As we navigate the concourse... As we hurtle through time and space.
I would expose you to the view and give you the keys to the cosmos.
We would be truly free.
You and I...
Me and you, and our children would grow so strong that they would be our infinity...
They conquering the inter-dimensional of their mental's.
They standing at Allahs side in chambers of pineal recognition found at the end of the silver cord...
I would bless you my queen for I know not of jealousy and anger is a controlled nd regulated beast to whose cage I hold the key...
I want to see you regal as I carry you hypothetically on my shoulders... Let you touch the sun radiating on the epidermic layer melanin that covers this structure.
This body of flesh and blood that has been through so very much...
Stabbed, shot at and beat the fuck up...
Still It stood.
A black man born on a planet where I the once enslaved am reviled cause I drops 360 degrees of knowledge...
Cause I recognize you... My queen, My empress...
Cause I speak of black pride and consequences... Cause I speak of urgency.
Cause I love you even when you are labeled bitch, thot and Ho.
See... I would reach my psyche out to thee and stroke the synapses firing in your lobes, ride on the electricity as it sparks forward motion...
Kiss you on the skin behind your earlobes and whisper of rebirth in your ear... Brush the skin of your cheek so gently and look into the liquid depths of your optical orbs...
Reflect off of your retina...
See... I in support of you bring this to light...
I holding you metaphorically, you my prototypical...
My all...
My everything...
We...
Alpha and Omega.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND OF URGENCY...
http://youtu.be/2VedGI3qzzQ
See... I would support you...
Hold you as we spin on this planet... As we navigate the concourse... As we hurtle through time and space.
I would expose you to the view and give you the keys to the cosmos.
We would be truly free.
You and I...
Me and you, and our children would grow so strong that they would be our infinity...
They conquering the inter-dimensional of their mental's.
They standing at Allahs side in chambers of pineal recognition found at the end of the silver cord...
I would bless you my queen for I know not of jealousy and anger is a controlled nd regulated beast to whose cage I hold the key...
I want to see you regal as I carry you hypothetically on my shoulders... Let you touch the sun radiating on the epidermic layer melanin that covers this structure.
This body of flesh and blood that has been through so very much...
Stabbed, shot at and beat the fuck up...
Still It stood.
A black man born on a planet where I the once enslaved am reviled cause I drops 360 degrees of knowledge...
Cause I recognize you... My queen, My empress...
Cause I speak of black pride and consequences... Cause I speak of urgency.
Cause I love you even when you are labeled bitch, thot and Ho.
See... I would reach my psyche out to thee and stroke the synapses firing in your lobes, ride on the electricity as it sparks forward motion...
Kiss you on the skin behind your earlobes and whisper of rebirth in your ear... Brush the skin of your cheek so gently and look into the liquid depths of your optical orbs...
Reflect off of your retina...
See... I in support of you bring this to light...
I holding you metaphorically, you my prototypical...
My all...
My everything...
We...
Alpha and Omega.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
