{INSIDE YOU}

{INSIDE YOU} Dedicated to Donetta Rhodes
THE SOUND... BETTA LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/t8hAUD7OX7c

Let me thump inside your walls...
Let me massage the back of your womb...
Let me pour as warm summer rain into you.
As lay you back I see so much possibility...
As I look into your eyes I see your fragile and your hard.
The many layers as they feel me enter and grow wide in surprise.
I the thick tree trunk.
You the flowing river.
Let me play in the branches and leaves of your trees as the sprout from the skin of your valley.
The halo of your afro.
I shall juice your fruit and let it run down the sides of my mouth...
So sweet. So salty like the seas that were our beginnings.
One cell divided into many.
Primalistic.
We absorbed in this kinetic energy that has the potential to go supernova.
I pounding at the gates of your soul...
You letting me in and absorbing me in your totality... Your sensuality.
I crying out my need and want.
The liquid release.
Let me cum thumping and contracting into your quivering and fluttering...
Let me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ALPHABETICAL SUPREMACY}

{ALPHABETICAL SUPREMACY}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/iP8FBKd3rIc

The first time I encountered the alphabet I breathed it in deep and formed word, thought and manifested matter.
As the characters revolved around my dome and caused thunderstorms in my synapses I stood physical and began to read.
The roar of my voice preached recognition of things that had occurred in ancient times and I knew...
Of these things I knew.
My ancestors speaking from yellowed pages told me of my greatness and my folly...
Of our enslavement and I expanding became the threat...
A living, thinking cognizant being.
My thoughts my own for the word in me was strong...
Jerald the force.
I the arrow in flight a second before it shatters the eagles heart.
Before he tangled and bloodied feathers streaks to the ground and lies still and silent.
My metaphors ringing true.
The letters turned to corpuscles of blood which race through my veins and beat my throbbing heart...
Feed my brain and fuel my pineal.
I the sound of sweet music softly played by orchestra...
The drop of bass in a car trunk.
The patter of rain and the roar of the ocean in a category 5 hurricane...
The still rock and the crashing boulder tearing down trees as it falls down the mountainside.
I am these letters, this alphabet and in that form shall I live forever.
The story waiting to be read.
I am the great I am spoken of in hushed tones as my people cringed in fear...
Masked riders taking their lives.
A cross burning on a hillside.
The system looking the other way as sociopath's granted other sociopath's their way....
Killing, raping and destroying in the name of manifest destiny.
In these words I am power.
In these words I am life.
In these words...
I express my undefeatability.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{AFRICAN DILEMMA} A HYPER SENRYU JITSU Dedicated to Donetta Rhodes

{AFRICAN DILEMMA} A HYPER SENRYU JITSU Dedicated to Donetta Rhodes
THE SOUND AS IT IS MANIFESTS...
https://youtu.be/YtrouhSprzA

{THE DROP}
The spring calls her name
She whispers in the leaves song
Man sways to her beat

{OF POWER}
Lion his aura
Golden sonic's emitted
Bass makes sand dance

{GROWING}
They entwined are life
Seeds, trees, rootical are they
They outstretched grow strong

{SOLID}
The wind raging blows
The are impenetrable
Allah created, they

{THEY ARE REBORN}
The day dawns and they
They emerge reborn anew
Black and powerful

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY