Looking into her eyes and a man fell spiraling into love quite like a pine seed falling to earth.
Such a bittersweet thing, they separated by the miles.
From afar he watched her spread her wings and grow... From afar his heart and cerebellum ached.
He quite smitten yet unable to feed his infatuation.
Sad days and the man walked the sad walk of loneliness.
The people saw it in his face, his eyes.
They asked him why he never smiled and he just looked at them like mosquitoes, always buzzing and blood sucking.
She the one and only thing that would satisfy him.
He loved her mind so.
She a beautiful flower grown in the rough, she a clear stream singing such a sweet song as it trickles by.
A sip... So refreshing.
One day... One day she went away and the man into funk fell.
So deep and the darkness... Oh the darkness was deep but the man having lived previous live knew, if she was meant to be they would cross paths again.
He trodding through this life knew.
He in his way waited... And waited... And waited.
One day Lo and Behold she appeared and spoke the mans name.
Oh the glory!
And he rejoiced.
His heart... Oh his heart.
He rejoiced.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHO ARE "THEY"?)
THE SOUND OF "THEIR" DAY...

A man stands in the rain crying... So much water, and he wonder's if anyone knows he was crying.
So stoic is he.
A man standing on a street corner reminiscing over life and the consequences... The eventualities and the awful reality.
Babies born to die while in pursuit of life.
A man standing in the rain drowning in the pain.

In the rain there is movement, all around, the day doing its thing.
The man makes no attempt to escape the rain, in fact he seems to revel in it, to become a part of it.
He sees her, her movements so fluid that they seem feline.
Such femininity and he raises his arm, drops fall from his fingertips and meld with rain on its way down.
Gravity.
The way of things.

Her kiss is as light as a drop of softest drizzling rain and it soothes the mans pain...
She looks at him with overstanding and he in turn grows stronger... His heart is slowed and breathing calmed as the rain continues to fall.
Glistening in her hair, dropping from the naps.
Her eyes, and he wonders does she cry along with him.
So hard to tell as the water falls all around them.

He is suddenly overcome by emotion and he raises his hand and rubs her hair, he marvels at its softness and he pulls her to him.
They cling to each other as a bus passing by reveals the passengers looking at them in bewilderment.
These two hue-mans embracing in the rain.
It running in rivers down the gutter.

They do not say anything, these two as a flash of lightning precedes the rumble of thunder.
He looks at her and suddenly finds himself unafraid, she has that effect on him.
She has since ancient times in his mind, in his way of reasoning.
He loves her so and still he says nothing.
She looking at him overstands.
Him and his pain.

The rain continues to fall sideways as he takes her hand and they turn.
They walk away melting into the driving rain.

{THOUGHTS OF HE AND SHE}

{THOUGHTS OF HE AND SHE} A COLLABORATION FEATURING AUTHOR ANJELL
THE SOUND AS WE DO WE...
https://youtu.be/5EFZXB3hCTQ

Anjell
I imagine your towel slowly falling to the floor With every glimpse of your blackness taking residence in my pupils Sweet bulge tempting my lips to take Eat Partake of you Your pink lips I dream of biting Your moans escalating You and me hissing like wild beasts wanting to devour each other till the last bite Wrap your tongue around my hardened caramelized nipples Let me call out your name in morse codes My fingers massaging the length up and down your girth Wanting you to be in me drowning your dick with my worth.

Jerald I so savage at my introduction to the physical you, stand back and partake...
The folds, the wrinkle, and the lines and I would dine of you.
The jutting of your nipples and I feeling vibratory reach out and... Oh the fucking electricity.
The smell of your hair, the smell of your moisture and I heavy stand pon the scene.
How could something so heavy stand perpendicular?
Not a question as I exhaling your name push you back and take you roughly.
Your liquidity coating the thickness and veins of me...

Anjell
I know your dick is heavy baby just want to empty Deplete the contents of you until you're dripping wet with in my thick juicy pheromones Beautiful you are when your dick is deep inside of me I want to feel every penetration Every stimulation Every veiny skin to skin vibration of your thick meat Saturate my pussy with you as you feed your hungry lips My pussy is yours Make my wet insides remember you I want to forever remember your blackness Pussy lips longing for your tongue

Jerald
I so gentle in my entry... A flick of the tongue, a twitch of a fingertip and you
sigh.
The sound and I would torture you so sweetly. Bring you to the brink and pull back.
I swelling and plunging into your sweetness, the hypercomplexity as we bounce and sway.
I feeling the pressure in my loins, on my brain, tingling, tingling.
Such pretty pink and I feeling it grasp me would lie back and sigh... Such relief.
I in you and you in me as defined I-finity.
Want to see as I push your legs back... Make your clit stand covered in juicy as I slide in and out repeatedly.
I wait for you.
We explode, implode and scream.
We imagine these things.

{ SOMETIMES THANGS...}

{ SOMETIMES THANGS...}
THE MUSIC THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO...
https://youtu.be/7C6Kc0yEq_M

You came into my life a beautiful apparition and I just knew... I knew, I just had to have you.
My heart almost exploded in the cavity of my chest and my mind heated to 10,000 degrees and I knew... I just fucking knew, I needed you.
I became an empty shell waiting to be filled.
The bricks and concrete echoed back my feelings each time I took a footstep, such a hollow sound as I wandering walked for you.
My life, my life and I would do these things for you, clouds racing across the sky as the mighty wind blew.
Sky of blue as filtered by the atmosphere, as filtered by my soul.
So much promise and potential and I knew,.. Yes I knew that I would have you.
You came into my life and I felt you each time you walked by and I caught a whiff of you, wished I could smell your hair, scratch your scalp.
Days turning into nights where I all alone would play you over and over in my mind, again and again... Slow motion.
The way that your dress hugged your hips, the way the breeze caught the fabric as it flowed from your body and traced the wind.
Your voice, so melodic as it played mixed in my psyche.
You came into my life and I wanted to say these things but circumstances never seemed right and I, I just looked at you.
The way you looked when you bit your lips, the way you frowned a little bit when things just didn't seem right.
My subconscious summoning you when I asleep would lay, I wonder if I ever called your name.
Drifting in the clouds of marijuana smoke, such an amazing configuration.
I high on the very thoughts of you as I fall into haze.
Cough, cough and Whew!
If ever... If ever...
I would say these things to you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF FORM AND NON-FORMATION) HAIKU... SENRYU
THE SOUND AS INTO THE DOJO WE GO...
https://youtu.be/6QvMcQ2Eejo

(Loneliness)
Silence in forest
Tree falls and shakes the earths floor
So like a mans heart

(Godself)
Sun shines on mans dome
Even in light is darkness
He would walk the earth

(Aquatic)
And what of soft rain
It welling up in mans eyes
Bitter pills swallowed

(Metamorph)
Gently day descends
He becomes the dark of night
Skin of Chameleon

(Transformation)
Gently leaves whisper
Speaking of life born and lost
He listens raptly

(Elemental)
He would speak of fire
It consuming the fuel synaptic
Frenzied it rages

(Substantial)
He becomes the air
A leaf drifting in light breeze
A screaming banshee

(Enlightenment)
Dawning sun shining
Son of man turning to leave
Arm leg leg arm head

(Completion)
He earth bearing tree
Solid rock and shaky ground
He is shifting sand

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FROM WHENCE) DEDICATED TO JEN WILLIAMS.
THE SOUND AS I REFLECT...
https://youtu.be/jnB76f9ztB0

If a comet fell from the heavens and obliterated half the planet, it could not compare to you.
If it fell and sparked new life, alien and strange, it would be a side story to the pure loveliness that is your personification.
Full lips, natural hair, so slight and small that I... Ummm.
I would do so many different things to you.
Show my beast to you... He so ready to smell of you.
So lost in your lines that I don't know what to do.
My rigid pole so hard that I reach down and rub... Gotta stop before I explode creamy, sticky and wet into my boxer shorts.
Oh your voice, and it would cause flowers to bloom in my most barren spots, prisms of color splashed on the wall of my subconsciously, fragrant and delectable.
My beast would crouch at waters edge, lower his head and drink of your fluid, gain strength and kick off a revolution.
Staccato shots fired into the night air.
You appealing to every single aspect of my complexity.
So refreshing and I would roar your name earsplitting across the diaspora hue-man.
Write it hieroglyphical on structures hoping that future generations seeing it would speak in hushed tones of we.
Paint it portrait so that they could look into your eyes and see as I see.
The makings of a queen contained in the brown layers of your epidermis as the earth falls into disarray.
I who would find shelter in your shade

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A PLAY ON A PLAY) A SEXUAL RENDEZVOUS.

(A PLAY ON A PLAY) A SEXUAL RENDEZVOUS.
THE SOUND AS THE PLAY PLAYS...
Play of a play: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrYwpdvjMppmRfn1elM8e78D

Scene one...
Morning: A bus plaza where a black man sits on a bench with earplug headphones in his ears.

We see the man as he takes one of the headphones from his ear.
"Hey Yoda."
I saw her walking over but I was doing some shit on my phone and I wasn't sure if she had seen me.
I look up and as always am suddenly swept by the pure beauty of her.
She is light skinned but the summer sun has turnt her a beautiful sienna type color.
Thin but sexy, she has gained some weight since I last saw her and it has made her ass plump up.
She looks good as fuck in her jeans.
My heart quickens.
She talks to me like we always do and the sounds of the day meld in.
The trucks rolling by, the cars, the buses.
She is young.
37, but she doesn't look it.
She actually looks younger than her 21 year old daughter.
Raw purity.
We continue to talk and she tells me that she has a new place and that her kids are gone for the weekend.
I think nothing of it cause I know she messes with a younger dude and I ain't the one to step on his game.
Her bus rolls up and she says give me your number.
I do and she gets on the bus.

Scene two...

We see the same man riding down the road on a bike talking on a phone, it is clear that he is frustrated as he presses the button on his headphones and hangs up the phone.
His phone rings again and he answers.

"Run yo mouth."
"Oh that's how you answer the phone?"
"Yep."
"Where you at?"
"Here."
"What you doin?"
"Talking to you?"
"Are you coming by."
"Where is by?"
"Im'ma text you the address?"
"Okay."

Scene two and a half...

I am riding down the road from the bus stop and I see her.
Be still my fucking heart.
I am enamored by her, quite smitten, such queenly aura.
She asked me to get her a Blue Motorcycle from the store and there are two of them hanging from my handlebars.
We hug and she kisses me.
My fucking heart.
We walk to her place.
It is a duplex in a kinda nice area and she opens the door and invites me in.
I look around.
Cool, not a lot of shit in the way.
Nice art on the walls.
She tells me to look around and talks as I take in the scene.
Fucking butterflies and I tell her that.
She smile and that shit make my heart flip afuckinggain.
We talk and she tells me she was going to the neighbors house, she asks me if I'd like to go over there with her.
I say sure cause I ain't got shit to do.
We go over and have an excellent time till they get drunk and throw us out.
We leave laughing.

Scene three.

Lights low and she sips a Blue Motorcycle with her feet curled under her bottom on the couch as the man listens, he smokes a blunt and interjects from time to time.

I stand to leave and she says.
"Hold on."
She walks into the bedroom and I sit there vibing to the music glad for the time I spent with her.
She walks out of the bedroom and says "See?"
I see and what I see makes my heart do that shit again.
She has small breasts and her body is slim and, oh my... So pretty.
I now know that I ain't going no motherfucking where.
She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck and we kiss.
Damn... She can kiss.
I can see the mound of her pussy beneath her panties and I grow hard as I put my hand down there and feel hair.
Oh my.
She pulls away and takes my hand and tells me to come on.
Feels like I'm floating and I turn her around as we reach the bed.
I say "Let me see."
She pulls her panties down and birds sing.
Her pussy is hairy but she has it trimmed beautifully.
I lay her back and kiss her clit and she moans.
I kiss her pussy and her clot until she cums and cums again.
I stand and her eyes get big as I pull down my shorts and boxers at the same time.
No time for formalities.
She takes my erection in her hand and exclaims about how big it is. How thick before she kisses the head and slides her lips down it.
Its my time to moan and I do rather loudly.
She sucks me but that's not what I came for.
Its not what my beast demands and I push her back on the bed and tell her to put it in.
She does and I slip in and grab her legs and push back until her pussy sits up. Her clot is thick and fat and it stands from her pussy as I rub my dick between her pussy lips.
I push into her and try to touch the back of her womb.
Some of that deeply and she moans and thrashes as I put down that pressure... Been wanting her so long.
Eventually I flip her over and look at her pussy hanging for a second before I enter her forcefully.
I pull her hair and scratch her back.
I push so hard that she is pressed down and still I press harder.
She begs for me to stop.
That makes me do it harder as I spank her ass and make her call... "Big Daddy!"
The best sound as my stomach and her bass cheeks meet.
I push and pull her back with her hips.
She is so tiny.
I shout out that I'm Cummings and she begs for me too.
I feel it rumbling in my guts and it explodes thick and creamy from my sick into the Magnum I wear.
I collapse next to her on the bed and we talk for a few minutes before she lays her head on my arm and goes to sleep.
I lay there thinking.
I really like this chick.
Damnnnn.

Scene fades.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LOVE SCORNED MANS LAMENT)
THE SOUND AS A MAN DIGRESSES...
https://youtu.be/f_MU7j0c1Lc

I a man fell to wondering about Love, nasty whore.
It hurt me this wondering as I pondered her cavorting with other men... Other women.
Love must be homosexual cause love don't discriminate.
Dirty bitch... Fucking succubus.
Got my mind way out there where don't shit make sense.
What did I a boy do to deserve to grow up and be this man?
Scorned by love... She loves my dick but hates my ways.
A spiritual man in a land of religion.
I who would reach out and hand her a cloud plucked from the bluest sky.
I who would carry her in my psyche to my parting.
As I become other entity flowing in the flow.
The very beats of my heart as deep as the deepest recognizable bass.
Pretty much as Lion thumping on African plain.
As messenger tree being beat by drummer... Urgently... Urgently.
I send Love such beautiful poetry that the ink cries... Tears falling as slashes and lines.
Periods and punctuation.
I who would go to Love on bended knee... The world for thee my queen.
Love you stankin heifer slanging your thang and coming to me for solace.
Every time you get your ass beat.
I wondering would wait for you Love even though you have done me bad.
Knocked my dick in the dirt.
Made my heart bleed empty into my torso.
Damn you you savage whore.
I would wait for you Love.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY