(THE MAGNITUDE OF MISSING HER)
DO NOT MISS THE SOUND FOR THIS...
http://youtu.be/qhiMeUm8RIo
Missing her so much that my soul shattered reflects her fractured and broken down into my very last compound.
She invades the mitochondrial of my dna.
The fire in the synapses that fuel my fevered brain.
She is the boom bap and the beat down in my trunk as I ride past.
Throw the masses the peace sign.
She is the delicate dance of living as African in an environment of disguised hostility and loving her air...
Breathe that thang sweetly.
The diversion of my insurgency as I a renaissance poet live and draw breath.
As I like Sampson push the pillars that will bring distorted teachings crashing to the ground.
Build libraries and universities in a future where I overstood drop knowledge holographic.
Missing her so much that the cold winds howl in my northern hemisphere.
Heat residing in my equator.
She the balance of my 360 degrees as I stand above the square... I having learned how to hover above.
Peep these metaphors and study this hyperbole for in them secrets stand butt naked and exposed.
Lions teeth ripping and tearing at flesh.
Eagles, Bears, and Dragons see I for who I be.
The anomaly.
I missing her travel interdimensional and rip the fabric see?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
