{I SAW YOU}

{I SAW YOU}
THE MUSIC...

I met you, such a fragile and unique being.
I felt you in the depths of all that I am made of.
My heart, Oh my heart , and it skipped a beat.
I looking at your hair saw the beginning and in a way the end.
Such a lovely creation thou art.
I wanted you at that moment but I knew, I knew that time, time would play its part.
Maybe it may be, and maybe it wouldn't be.
I yearned, oh how I yearned.
So bad, and I watched you walk, I watched you read, I watched you be.
My soul reaching out to you, calling you, wanting to know you.
To have you know me.
I talked to you and watched how you formed the words that you spoke and I loved your lips.
I loved the mind that moved them so.
So beautiful and I thanked Allah for your creation.
For your formation.
I a lone bard roaming in hostile territory.
A warrior trapped behind enemy lines,
A scarred and tortured prisoner planning to escape for no walls can hold one such as I.
Not as long as I have visions of you to keep me alive.
Dreams of you to take me away to safe places in the darkest of night, the brightest of light.
Here we are having finally met.
Where would we go from here?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

COCOA

{COCOA}
THE SOUND AS THE CLASS BEGINS...


And of chocolate, that most delectable creation.

So many have, are and will die for it.

So savage the way of man.

Covetous creature that he is.

Dark the color of it all.

From it we sprang, born of an explosion, born of cosmic dust.

Chocolate the allusions that I speak upon when I speak pon you, my African queen.

Here we are and I would break these things down to you.

How the love of chocolate, the hate of chocolate are interrelated.

Of beginnings where we nude and free ran through forests, plains and fantastically panoramic glades.

Chocolate tones glinting in the golden light of a thermonuclear sun.

How in these times children are exploited in its name.

Chocolate and melanin so interlaced in the grand scheme of things.

Control such a detrimental thing, so sad the song.

Chocolate beating on the skin of drums.

So urgent and I... Oh I.

I locked in a pineal prism trying to explain.

Sweet chocolate dribbling cross my taste buds every time I speak pon we.

Sweet chocolate sold at greatly exaggerated prices in specialty stores.

Fake chocolate sold to the masses.

Educational systems that feed the masses that bullshit.

High fructose corn syrup causing diabetes of body and mind.

Beautiful woman screaming at the top of her lungs in a hallway.

Nobody around who would listen, nobody who would give a damn.
Sometimes all it takes is an ear, a minute of all this time.
Chocolate dreams, chocolate fears and chocolate realization.
Hypothesized, theorized and realized.
Chocolate the root of all these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{COCOA}
THE SOUND AS THE CLASS BEGINS...


And of chocolate, that most delectable creation.

So many have, are and will die for it.

So savage the way of man.

Covetous creature that he is.

Dark the color of it all.

From it we sprang, born of an explosion, born of cosmic dust.

Chocolate the allusions that I speak upon when I speak pon you, my African queen.

Here we are and I would break these things down to you.

How the love of chocolate, the hate of chocolate are interrelated.

Of beginnings where we nude and free ran through forests, plains and fantastically panoramic glades.

Chocolate tones glinting in the golden light of a thermonuclear sun.

How in these times children are exploited in its name.

Chocolate and melanin so interlaced in the grand scheme of things.

Control such a detrimental thing, so sad the song.

Chocolate beating on the skin of drums.

So urgent and I... Oh I.

I locked in a pineal prism trying to explain.

Sweet chocolate dribbling cross my taste buds every time I speak pon we.

Sweet chocolate sold at greatly exaggerated prices in specialty stores.

Fake chocolate sold to the masses.

Educational systems that feed the masses that bullshit.

High fructose corn syrup causing diabetes of body and mind.

Beautiful woman screaming at the top of her lungs in a hallway.

Nobody around who would listen, nobody who would give a damn.
Sometimes all it takes is an ear, a minute of all this time.
Chocolate dreams, chocolate fears and chocolate realization.
Hypothesized, theorized and realized.
Chocolate the root of all these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY