(LOOK)

(LOOK)

THIS IS THE TONE.

DONT MISS IT...

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Could I hold your hand across the table...

Look into your eyes?
Could I unwind as the scene passes us by... Glasses clinking in the background.
Could I speak of my innermost thoughts...
Show you the surface of my peaceful planet.
The place where I and I silent resideth
Where I king would queen thee...
Such a fragrantly poignant image that it would waft pheromone over hue-manity.
Cause deep thought.
I and I single, a savagely poised lyrical beast...
You by my side and I would eviscerate time from its swinging pendulum.
Our love sang of in far distant times...
Read in schools of future thought.
Look into my eyes.
Could I hold your hand?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(JUST A DROP)

(JUST A DROP)

From his corporeal being he heaves...
His quake would shake whole of societies...
Trembling in their very philosophies.
Their makings of slaves and psychological repression.
Children suffering cause parents poor abound.
The very systems holding them down..
Pressure drop and subsonic rumbling as the beaten heaves a sigh.
Trees bearing fruit and seeds bearing trees.
Saviors born on the killing floor...
Demons spawned and unleashed.
White shirts and black gowns can't hide true identities.
Him but a small part of an immense span of man.
He heaves...
He sighs.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY