{FRAGILE AND SHATTERING}

{FRAGILE AND SHATTERING}
THE SOUND OF THE ARTIST IN REPOSE...
https://youtu.be/IKs5OsT4dIY

Damn...
I need.
I need her naked and in front of me... I need her naked and on top of me... I need her naked and on bended knee, her pussy dropping from under her ass cheeks so fat.
Got me... Got me hard and dripping wet as my dick presses against my zipper, as it strains to be free to explore the depths of your liquidity.
A moment as I collect myself for I surely would explode into white drops of cream if I stayed buried in these vivid dreams... Wetly.
Damn...
I so fragile...
Shattering gently as the drops of rain falling to a sidewalk.
As insubstantial as a cloud of vapors.
Damn this need...
Beating in the veins of my swollen member as I stroke it with my hand...
Your voice the harbinger of sweet imagery as I imagine your weight pressed down pon me....
Your wetness as it flows around the base of my dick and saturates my balls.
Damn...
I so full.
I needing relief as these queens pass me by...
Booties bouncing in dresses..
Ass hanging out of shorts...
T backs and g strangs got me thanking strange thangs...
The fire and the flame.
I smelling sex under the perfume.
Wanting to inbibe of the nectar... Feel it as it flows cross my taste buds.
Damn...
I'm so fucked up...
In this need...
I need...
I need.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LIONS, WOLVES AND SCARY ASS SHEEP)

(OF LIONS, WOLVES AND SCARY ASS SHEEP)
THE SOUND OF THE CHOIR AS THE LION SPEAKS...
https://youtu.be/lcSRrKw9v0I

And from the ghettos there arose a cry...
Not a cry of tears but of rage as the denizens of this dismal place realised that they had been duped.
They realised that as they fought over streets, fought over clothes, fought over women and men society had labeled them the problem.
Keep in mind this was the same society that sold them the guns to kill each other and built the prisons to lock them up.
This was the same society that built the liquor stores and supplied the drugs...
The cry became the scream as they watched another child die from the need to live.
To be recognized.
To be somebody in a world where they were considered nobody.
The church looking out stained glass windows blamed the problem on saggy pants and short dresses... On reality T.V. as they hurried home to watch Empire and Atlanta housewives.
As they opened the door to the Mercedes and Caddies parked by the front door of their den of iniquity.
The poor had so long given them money that they fat and rich expected it, teaching the poor that the way out was the10 percent that they gave to the 10 percent.
The truth buried in secret societies that operated in full view of the pew.
The cry became a roar as lions born in concrete jungles stopped wearing sheeps skin and flying flags.
As lions picked up books and learned to speak the language legalese which had been used to keep them mentally and physically enslaved.
The system noticed and introduced them to Molly and her sister Meth... They new arrivals on the block strutted their stuff and sold their pussy to all who would buy.
They together the bitch known as Flakka knocked dicks in the dirt as the overseers newly crowned officers looked the other way.
It's not an epidemic till it hits the suburbs where Chad and Amy attend private institutions with the black preachers kids.
Where the house nigga thinks its their home... "Look at me I live next to massa!"  Only a fraction of a second away from being profiled and killed... The bullet or the jail cell.
Black skin so threatening that even our children lying under the white sheet on asphalt are villified.
Denied justice in a courtroom by a jury of just-us.
Wolves acting like it's a democracy.
Lions such an endangered species as they stand in the ghetto and elicit subsonic... Hated by the church... Hated by the system and hated by the pride...
In the ghetto they are born and in the ghetto they die as those in power breathe a collective sigh.
Once again they have suppressed the cry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY