{COME UNTO ME}
THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/c0ClIeRYkd0

Come let me lick of you... Flick your nipple and cause your stomach to quiver.
Massage your back, cause your muscles to relax.
I sniffing at the base of your neck... The kitchen where your scent strong makes me wanna.
Come let me trace your stretchmarks as they tell me your story and allude to your past.
Let me lick of them and feel thy fuzz.
Let me kiss the trails on your inner thighs... Hum on the rim of your navel.
Lightly touch your protruding clit and spit on it... Suck it hard.
Come let me lay you back and explore thee ass deeply as my tongue can go.
As you ask of me what I am doing to cause these feelings erupting from your pleasure cores.
The hemispheres of thy brain.
Feel you as you try to push me away and I latch on strong... Make you flutter and scream.
I desiring a taste of thine cum... A drink of thine elixer.
It adding to my immortality and building me to my god state.
You who were promised unto me in times ancient where your brown eyes and black skin shined newly...
Where each day was new and in the night we found peace in each others arms.
I found in the depths of you as our bodies covered in sweat became the most beautiful art.
Where our voices bounced off of cave walls and the skin of tents.
Come let me allude to these things as I lap of thy fount...
Come let me lick of you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(THE PRICE OF KNOWING)
THE MUSIC...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrYtYlUS4RkYYmlSDjHtNZqX


A mother told a child of Africa where great men had lived... Where great women had bared great children.
The child listened and he heard of Ethiopia and Egypt... Of Cush and Nubia.
The child's grandmother took him to church and played the piano and the boy listened to the words of the preacher... A portrait of a nice white man with a halo round his head... Reaching out.
Thy told him that the man was from the beginning, had lived and been African and the boy questioned that.
The boy began to feel that the words of the preacher while making nice sermons were full of holes and as the elders forced him to his knee to pray the boy began to wonder.
He having never felt the things repeatedly drilled and recited.
Danced in the church aisles.
The boy questioned his father who he had never seen go to church but who was Christian by all standards.
His father told him of Africa... Of slave and sharecropper under the baking Georgia sun... They standing at waters edge catching speckled bass.
The boys father told him that anything that they didn't want him to known was at the library in a book and took him to a great building with many books.
A spiral staircase that led to many more.
Then boy still young started to read and it was as if the veils fell away.
He opened the apocrapha and waited for the scrolls.
He engaged in discussions with supposedly learned leaders and learned of the art tricknowledge which was used to enslave... Of the language legalese born of a lost language.
The swiftness of the eagles flight and the Angel Urial... Of the angel Gabriel and of massive knowledge drops.
The boy in salat learned of peace... In meditation patience for all are not going to see.
Goyim.
The boy continued to walk and became man as time passed by and he watched as the world while changing stayed the same.
The man while blessed with every ability to become rich walked among the masses as just a man.
The man tried to no avail to wake the people from slumber for the Apocalypse spoken of was slavery on a level as yet never beheld, computer chips and facial recognition.
Babies marked and duly processed... New World government's.
These things coming to pass.
The man ranted and wailed of these things that had been prophesied.
He finding no peace sometimes prayed for death... His vision filled with futility.
The sun again rising...
He opens his eyes...
His days filled with light filtered through and revealing.
He walks among man and woman.
They know him but know him not.
He was born, Stranger.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY