(THE LOST TALE OF ADAM AND EVE AND THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE) THE MUSIC... LISTEN.

(THE LOST TALE OF ADAM AND EVE AND THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE)
THE MUSIC... LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/tS1GgG_Oing

We from darkness came... Two souls erupting onto the mortal plane.
Born of the darkness, we became and emerged into the light.
Awakened in the light we found joy and pain and learned from those things.
Two souls living and learning on different paths as days turned to nights and nights turned into tomorrow's which never really came... tomorrow always becoming today's where we longed for sweet yesterday's.
Such a sad turn of events as life lessons hard were taught and absorbed into the melanin in our separate skins.
Two souls existing apart yet so entwined on the mortal coil as today's fought to be free of yesterday's hold.
We unknowingly seeking each other as the days became weeks, months and years... Tomorrow never coming...
We found ourselves praying for overstanding... We praying for the answer.
It just beyond our reach as we chasing dreams branched out and produced fruit, it in turn producing new seeds which became young trees.
We growing stronger and stronger yet still so full of need.
Eventually we found each other, our paths merging at the fork.
We looking for the road to take, satisfied yet oh so afraid.
We both so used to being alone on a world populated by oh so many.
They so rooted in popular opinion and outmoded religion and having no overstanding of the dark.
They trained to fear it.
It the fountain of all this life, It the father mother of the light.
In the beginning was the dark.
In the beginning was we.
Together we have the ability to produce the light.
I in the darkness hold my hand out to thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CONUNDRUMS and QUANDARIES )
THE MUSIC ACCOMPANYING THIS TOUR...
https://youtu.be/KqV6GMuKmsA

Trying to wrap my mind round all that, all this.
Trying not to get all fucked up in you...
Shit ain't working and whew, I ain't succeeding.
I feel you in the veins and ridges of my dick, in the very particles of my atomic equation... My very finest particles.
Got the follicles of my hairs tingling.
The very blackest of my blue black beginnings vibrating high resonance.
In you... your womb and I born again beat carbon and water beats into your melanin.
We oozing down slick flesh as drops of salty sweat.
I taking you anywhere... everywhere.
Mind so open that aliens orbiting distant stars feel the connection...
Me you... You me.
Such lovely thoughts running through the whole of I as I looking pon you all swole and sweet feel all this weight... I cumming unto you...
Royal even spread wide open to me... Eyes rolled to the back of your head.
All that.
Fuck yeah.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BOOM BAP) A HAIKU SENRYU POETRY DIVERSION
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/XRhie6uROuQ

(Prototype)
Sun reflects pon skin
Such a splendid creature she
Man standing awestruck

If chocolate were  somehow magically tranformed into human form you would be the result empress.
If the earth that we walk upon were rendered person your eyes would be the liquid equal.
If the wind whispering in the leaves could talk it would have your voice.

(Deeply)
Charcoal her color
Ebony the locks she wears
Black on black she shines

I man so enthralled that mere words could never express the true depth of mine emotions.
My loudest screams escape silently into the vacuum space where they fall blazing into the atmosphere of alien worlds.
The denizens listening in rapt attention.

(Attraction)
Lion transfixed, poised
His roar erupting subsonic escapes
She his willing prey

And oh I would savor you, melanated skin and pink flesh pouting so succulent.
engorged lips and... Damn my engorged member hanging so heavy in anticipation.
A tear glistening from my one eye.
Reflections of you occular.

(Blackberry)
Sweet berry pon vine
She oozes purple black juice
Such a lovely taste

You my healing in a harsh reality where once we king and queen linger in the pain psychology, such unrealised potential.
Our ancestors fears holding us suspended, keeping our light dimmed.
I have always, am always and will always be thy warrior, protector love slave and king.

(Sonscreen)
Helium his spark
Illumination Birthright
So sad his story

(CHOCOLATE INDUCED HIEROGLYPHICS)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/-MZ1rsSrq5Q

And here we be at the end of our journey, or perhaps the beginning. Broken down to the very last molecule and rendered thick you are the very personification of life on the hue-man plane. Mother of each and every nation, an object of beauty to behold. Dark skin, big lips and spread nose.
Her I am, a direct result of you passing my great grandfather from between your full thighs. A warrior, a griot, a king.
I who would smite from existence the very notion that thy beauty is not supreme. Skinny ass white girl dreams rendered to shreds and given back to the atmosphere. Blue skies shining pon the glory African.
Here you are, some of you not knowing who you be, such a vicious disease spread mentally and passed along to the seed. Rotting fruit decomposing on stolen ground. I vibrating beat as the masses bounce to the bass. As you shimmer and undulate. Soft flesh and I... I scream.
Fyah sweeping cross the land as my words inflammatory burn institutions of false rhetoric and illogic to cinders floating on a sweet breeze of realization.
Here we be.
Watch thy step queen.
Here there be traps designed to render you non entity. I standing erect protecting thee.
You so naked and exposed.
Here we be at the end.
Here we be at the beginning.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(UNNNN HUNHHHH)

(UNNNN HUNHHHH)
THE SOUND COMPOUNDED...
https://youtu.be/BMAJ-itl4m4

Ahhhh... There you are, such a lovely apparition, such a magnificent  manifestation.
Mmmmm. I contemplating reaching out and touching your skin, your hair, your petals as the glistening dew of your anticipation glistens on the brown of my fingertips. I inhaling of your intoxicating fragrance.
I who would take you to the pinnacle and release you careening and spiraling down. We lost in the exhilaration.
Hearts beating and pounding as adrenaline released becomes the compound that keeps us entangled in the aftermath of coitus.
Beast straining at my temples to be released, to be allowed to romp unfettered in your jungle. Nappy trees and fluttering leaves jutting from the back as you receive me on bended knees.
My allusions splendidly speaking of your beauty, ahhhh, your booty.
Words of such adulation raining from the same tongue that I would use to make you scream cumming and going.
I once just a man now the object that molds itself to fit your folds and crevices, falling in freefall to the back of your womb where your stomach fluttering announces my arrival,
He is here, he is here! Legs spread to accommodate me on my arrival. Pink is the carpet that leads to the throne where I find you waiting. Moistened lips and hooded eyes.
Such a tantalizing vision playing on the back of my retinas.
I wonder...
Are you ready for this?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BITTERSWEET REFLECTIONS OF A BEAUTIFUL EMOTION)
THE SOUND...

The man sighs.
So much love he thinks to himself.
So many people so much alike that they find comfort in being alike.
He replays the old adage in his mind about opposites attracting and scoffs out loud.
Such bullshit.
He while being like these people is very much unlike them and he is alone.
As a child he harbored the idea that one day he would find love.
Some fairytale shit with fields of green grass and a beautiful house off in the distance. A couple of times he thought he had found love but those illusions had crumbled like dirt rocks in a squeezing hand.
Not to say that he didn't know love. He loved his family, his children but at the end of the day his loneliness was as crushing as the vacuum of space. Such sadness.
The things he could and would offer a woman. His life, his soul.
He sighs again as he plays the words in his mind again... Equally yoked. Words meant to control inferior minds. There was no such thing. Yet these words were the words that had left him alone on this bench and in his life.
He cursed the fact that he had been born with the knowledge he had, with the ability to see things as they really were. That the veil had been pulled from his eyes. Would that he could he would gladly become like these people, yet that would make him live a lie and he couldn't do that.
Destined to live alone.
Destined to die alone and he sighs again.
No more tears can he cry.
Such loneliness, and he looks at the young couple as they walk by holding hands. As they stop and kiss.
His face set in stone he watches this display and plays it like fine wine. A swish a swirl and it splashes across his synapses. Bitter yet sweet.
He who finds himself alone in his golden years.
He stands.
He fades away.
Alone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY