(RECKONING)
THE SOUND OF THE SOUL CRY RIPPING FROM I A MAN...
https://youtu.be/CqPVxDsYxUg

I loved you harder than any motherfucker you ever met,
Somma that love that existed between Auser and Auset.
Divinely blessed in our blackness as we walk pon this firmament, we ancient relics reborn, we these disbanded remnants.
I loved you harder than this motherfucker and that one, we dwelling in ghettos where the winos and the hoes roam.
You a flower surrounded by bricks and mortar, me a lion caged, a potential martyr.
I loved you when they dragged yo image through the mud, torn and covered in crud, this is the one you love.
I loved you harder than any motherfucker who ever lived or died, I loved you when our son died and we cried, when I was sick and motherfucking tired.
You, I would have ended so many lives for, the stuff of legends and lore, the cosmos ripped from the core.
I loved you harder than you ever could fucking fathom, butterflies fluttering in random abandon, my being held kidnapped and seeking ransom.
Love... So motherfucking hard, I a man chanting in the yard, I a man spilling the tears of a bard.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALIEN THOUGHT EMANATING FROM MODERN MAN) TOPIC SUBMITTED BY SARAH RUSSELL
THE SOUND AS ALIEN MAN CONTEMPLATES...
https://youtu.be/MmDSC9K-OTE

Man at one with the flow as all around him society lead astray seems to be falling away.
A deep breath as the butterflies wings beat softly here... A tsunami in Asia taking life.
Man so unaware of his power wielding it so recklessly... He so unaware of his effect on the cosmos, the grand scheme of things.
A God in his own right, worshipping inconsequential things created by other men... Paper floating by on the breeze, consumed by fire.
Man in some ways dumber than the dumbest beast who overstands these things on instinctual levels... They implanted in the spiraling helix DNA.
Keys locked away in pineal chambers calcified by false  doctrines and habit... Happiness but a fingertip away... A parting of the veil.
Mankind would hide these things so easily attained from man who blinded by false reality exists lost in the matrix... A subpar program destined for eradication as a planet cleanses itself of this virus.
Man, the cure.
Man the virus.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(EMPTIEST OF EMPTIES) A TOPIC SUBMITTED BY KEISHA BISHOP.
THE BEAT GOES WITH THE READ.
https://youtu.be/5WQBK98Sn4A

And a man fell into the dark place... That place where nothing exists save the overwhelming loneliness.
He is absorbed in the overwhelming darkness... His thoughts driven by pain so great that he cannot share it... No not ever.
No light penetrates this place... It sucked up and digested by an even darker knowledge.
He floating in the anti-matter... Suspended in the void.
Man alone even while functioning on a physical level... Fake smiles and hollow laughter... Illusions in another dimension where time is the conscript.
This is where he is most readily found... A disembodied voice crying out.
Who would hear? Who would answer?
Softly brushing fingertips of sad memories... Happiness a bittersweet reminder.
Flights of fancy and crashing reminders.
Man...
Existing in the blackness of reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HER POWER EMPOWERS HE) A SENRYU
THE SOUND OF THIS TALE... PLEASE LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/ntQowgPy0CA

(Darkness)
Man enraptured sighs
Her skin the color of the night
Such a lovely sight

(Her)
She is earth reborn
Hue-woman regality
His soul hers to take

(Essence)
He amazed breathes her
She as fresh air in his lungs
To him she is life

(Soothing)
His days have found light
The night sings of her healing
In her is his peace

(Embrace)
Man drifting to sleep
She is the object of his dreams
He need run no more

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BITCH!!!!)
THE POUNDING SOUND...
https://youtu.be/PqDoBwEmh4o

I can't stand a bitch.
See bitches come  in all kinds a shapes and sizes...  Bitches tend cross genres and races... Bitches show up in all kinds a places... Genders don't even phase a bitch cause bitches got all kinds a faces.
A man is the worst kind a bitch sometimes... Especially  if he just a plain ol punk ass bitch.... Sometimes he's just best given the moniker a pure ass bitch nigga .
I cant stand a bitch on that bitch shit... Be wantin to slap a bitch in his shit... I woulda said hers but I ain't never slapped a female bitch, cause its a lot of them out there too.
Thriving on that dumb bitch shit... Running round spreading  that dirty bitch shit.
Bitches will tell on a bitch cause that's what bitches do... Snitch on a bitch cause snitching is bitching too.... Just a bitch through and through... Mama probably a bitch too.
Just got to say it like it really is cause bitches ain't shit... Goddamned crumb sucking bitch ass, bitch ass scum... Worse than green lichen ass fish tank licking bitch with a ninety  mile per hour dick hum.
Yep... I find it hard to tolerate that particular piece a shit....
Bitches...
Bitches ain't shit.

HERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OBSERVATION)
THE SOUND...

And the sun... The sun rising attests to another day.
Some never made it this far.
Cold on a sidewalk in a city somewhere... Rigor setting in as the moments hold cries.
So many in disbelief as the cycle continues.
In the end it can seem so wasted.
Life that is.
Across the sky the sun moves through another phase... Joy as a child is born.... a hurtle conquered ... or so it would seem.
So many things manmade... Systems and concepts ... Formed on shifting sand .. A poet looking on from the periphery ... He would cross dimensions trying to absorb it all.
A whiff of the babies hair... A breath of fresh air.
Sun on brown skin as the day caressed pineal digresses ... Goes right on along heedless to mans limitations... The depths of his comprehension.
Sons rising and falling down... Severed silver chords and false visions of hue-manity as glimpsed through blinded eyes.
Sun glimmering  through green treetops... Sun rising somewhere else... Sun setting here.

JERALD  HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(RUBITOUT)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/b6DkbCsEj2Y

Gently massaging... Such lovely  brown skin.
Dark hues of the nipples.... pastel of the lotus blossom... the flower.
I love to see you rub it... Mind and matter... I hard in my hand as I watch you rub thyself.
Slowly stroking.
The lowered lids of your eyes.... your bated breath.... I  feel you in my membranes.... In the blood rushing through my brain... Utter uncontrolled  sanity.
Wanna lick  but I like this so... Rub  thyself for the beast... All that liquidity... Fingers slick in your oil.
I standing over you spank your clot with my heavy head.
Scatters of your droplets raining on my thighs.... I linger in your moans... Voyeuristic ecstasy.
Loving the stretch marks... Pure femininity writhing before me.
I talking to you.
"Whose pussy?"
"Mine."
"Spank it for me."
Swollen member in hand... Stroking slowly... These seconds... These minutes.
I hear you as your orgasm rips from your core... As it travels to the surface.
Mine ripping from my mortal coil... Becoming life spermadic ..
We come  together... Early touching as you shudder... I the droplets slashing on your stomach... On the lips of your vagina.
Woman you release my very wild...
The fantasy... The reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF ALLAH, THE BIRDS, THE BEES AND ME)
MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THE MUSIC IS PART OF THE. MESSAGE...
https://youtu.be/ZPQW_YQ9XXA

Out here it's just Allah, dog, and me.
And the breeze... The breeze gently pushes the tops of the trees.
Dog perks up her ears, Allah whispering to us both.
Cicadas singing their part in a symphony that includes the birds, the squirrels, wilder things.
The forest breathes under our feet as we in synch with Allah move, as we synched become.
The sun falling on road, dappled shadows where relief resides... A moment in Allah's shade.
Our existence so profound... Our existence so miniscule as galaxies upon galaxies rotate and revolve in the heavens above, beyond the clouds and blue sky.
Who is more important than the smallest bee? Who is more important than dog? Than me?
Such philosophical glimpses as man reflects on Allah, as dog remains dog, as trees with great vines hanging remain trees.
All at the whim of the most gracious, the most merciful Allah wa ta Allah.
In this realm where we find ourselves molecularly, we Be

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHE PAINTED GENTLY IN SUCH SOFT WORDS) DEDICATED TO SHERINA.
THE SOUND AS MY TEMPLES POUND...
https://youtu.be/j2EaIWdC1-Q

And if I were to draw her I would use charcoal to capture the very pure darkness of she.
Rip her and render her alive pon page.
Words and image combined as o bringing her alive would sketch her eyes, the Asiatic cut... Her lips, the juicy African plumpness... Oh my... My mind.
So much information as I contemplate her form.
Her breasts so firm as I trace her from mental horizons... The gentle rise of her belly, the thickness of her thighs.
The plumpness of her feminity as my temples... My temples pound her into the very crevasses of my psyche.
Her smell so sweet that I swayed would try to convey it as the most magnificent of odors ever to cross the hairs of my nose.
As it is inhaled into my lungs.
All these things as I poetic painter would preserve her pon paper... Pon computer screen.
Such a delicately lovely thing that I gently would treat it... This trans-dimensional journey into this realm where we in our love would bring life to dying world's.
I in hanging these words would stand back contemplating them as I would sigh...
A tear in mine eye a second before it following my cheek would fall to the floor.
Eventually evaporating away, back to the flow.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE POWER OF HER EMBRACE)
THE MUSIC... PLAY AS YOU LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/SNMTnFmDE7Y

Of all things to miss a woman's touch is the most painful of things to miss.
Man standing alone against a cold and brutal world, he would seek a woman's embrace.
The softness of her skin, he reflected in her eyes, he reflective in her soul.
Mind spinning free fall into flights of fancy, he pictures they holding hands on beach, son reflecting on waters surface.
He imagining waking to her voice, the day in the background, the night in the future.
Promises of so many of these to come, he knows his love would penetrate the deepest spaces, echo across the cosmos.
It would be spoken of in reverent tones as spirituality is taught in modernistic schools of great thought.
Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee in full magnitude, the deepest subbass rumbling, pressure pressing down, gravity keeping them locked in orbit.
Her touch are the cells that keep him mortally wounded, alive to the reality, they give him the ability to leave this planet, searching for the answer that would give them this visuality, the ability to see across the great void.
Man alone existing in the darkness and waiting for her light... A touch... He awakes.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF HATE, PRESERVATION AND EVOLUTION) An article on the true definition of hate.
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/KxkQn0PRBU8

The other day as I was proceeding on my way, posting shit and doing my thing I was accosted by a do good ass nigga.
I don't know what influenced her to say that I was spreading hate.
I called her an idiot and proceeded to unfriend and block her stupid ass.
Today I'm going to talk about two words and some other things and imma need you to keep up.
The first word that we are going to examine is hate.
Hate is defined as such.
"hate

hāt/

verb

1.

feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone).

"the boys hate each other"

synonyms:loathe, detest, despise, dislike, abhor, execrate; "

That's hate in a nutshell.
As i look at the word and it's synonyms I see way more than the words can define, I see systems designed to perpetuate this mode of thinking, this attitude.
Systems designed to actually keep hate viable for a long time.
We exist in this system and we are its victims. Willingly, unwillingly, knowingly and unknowingly. We live in a system that raises monuments to murderers and war criminals who fought to keep us as chattel, a system that allows us to be murdered with no fear of retribution.
We live in a system where the money bears the likeness of Andrew Jackson who murdered thousands of blacks and indigenous. He wore boots made of the skin of an indigenous man while in the White House.
The current president is also a proponent and practitioner of this mentality . Hence his appeal to the basic inner nature of the white race. To Nazis and the KKK and any other low life scum sucking white person.
I hear people say I hate white people... Hmph.
Nope I don't, cause hate blinds, it causes arrogance and leads to mistakes which have toppled whole civilizations on more than one occasion. Check the history.
The other word we will study today is self preservation which is defined as follows.
"self-pres·er·va·tion

ˈˌself ˌprezərˈvāSHən/

noun

the protection of oneself from harm or death, especially regarded as a basic instinct in human beings and animals."

See now that's where I'm at.
I am in a perpetual state of self preservation which keeps me from being harmed by the hate of Amerikkka or any other entity. This is what I walk, talk and give freely to anyone I come into contact with.
Everything I say is actual factual pertaining to what we are dealing with here which is hate. Given the fact that this hate has been the modus operandi of the white race they are the ones I am preserving myself against.
Not one thing has changed since slavery. While a few blacks "make it" most of the blacks in this country are one paycheck, one welfare check, one mistake away from being homeless.
From losing the car or the furniture.
Self preservation dictates that this is a condition which threatens our health, our well being and our sanity and that the aforementioned hate must be confronted. Self preservation also dictates that if a strategy does not work anymore it should be discarded and that we must use alternative means, we must evolve. Self preservation condones war, whether mental, physical, financial or guerilla. It is not terrorism unless you are killing women, children or the elderly which is what has been used against us. This happens on Federal, state and local levels. Mass media which is controlled and maintained by the system hate furthers the cause and twists it into a false system of democracy. It is time for us to forget and forgo the whitewashing so to speak of this system. It's time to realise that the black church is controlled and maintained by this system of hate as well. Black preachers sold out long ago to the hierarchy which is full of the grandchildren of Klansmen and racists.
I could go on and on but I think I've shown you where I don't hate white people.
I just activated my self preservation mode.
That means I'm a self preservationalist.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{TIME MASTER, TIME SLAVE, TIME PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE}

{TIME MASTER, TIME SLAVE, TIME PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE}
THE SOUND AS THIS JOURNEY IS UNDERTAKEN...
https://youtu.be/YzG3JxGaMrY

And of time we would expound...
First of all what is time, does it exist in a knowing manner?
Does time realize it exists as it affects every last thing that occurs on earth?
Time having been there from the very beginning, before man realized that the sun stood still and the earth revolved.
Made clocks and calendars to regulate time... Made time zones to judge just how far in a day man had come according to his place on earth.
Would this time exist in the depths of space where other stars regulate, a day but a fraction of ours, a day so many of one of ours,
Time such a cruel and unrelenting judge, yesterday a boy, today a man, tomorrow bones drying to dust in the ground.
Time going on about its business as societies rise and fall, as forests felled make way for the haste and waste of man... Primitively modern as he furthers his cause... As he makes such futile use of all this time.
Kills the very planet from which he was born... Such an ungrateful child as time rolls on.
Time the angel sitting at Allahs right side as the cosmos was born... As the earth was formed of a rock and set in a preordained path alongside it counterparts.
As a system solar was set in a galaxy which in turn was set in a universe...
 What time is it on a planet in the system Serius where the dog star orbits the sun?
Pyramids and monuments alluding to other modern times where hieroglyphics were the written tomes that moved modern men.
Such an interesting perspective as in these times men are propelled along in chariots of metal and fire... As planes travel the lower spaces and spaceships pierce the in between.
Time the witness as babies die and people are ripped from this thread... Turned into empty shells raging at the futility of it all.
Time was, time is, time will be... Long after man is gone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF SIN, KARMA, FATHER AND SON}

{OF SIN, KARMA, FATHER AND SON}
THE SOUND AS THE ANGELS CHOIR SINGS...
https://youtu.be/bH4J_UV80mQ

The rain falling so hard and a man standing on a street corner as it runs in a raging river down the gutter, cars riding by spraying water from beneath tires.
The man lights a cigarette and looks up, he sees across the street a woman sitting on the edge of the gutter. There is obviously something wrong with her, she wears all white, a t-shirt and pants and she has a look of anguish on her face.
Such pain.
The man watching the woman notices that her legs are open and that she is on her period, the bright red blood mixes with the rain and drips between her legs into the water flowing in the gutter.
At first the man repulsed looks away, What the fuck? he thinks.
Yet he finds himself wondering what life she must have led to lead her to this point.
The man having lost a child just a few years ago, his son, he died in his sleep and the woman has made him jump into the mans arms again, the moment of discovering him, the depths of his anguish.
He looks at the woman and realizes that she could be a metaphor for him, for how he felt after his sons death, the awful reality that he once had begged Allah for the opportunity to die, to leave this place.
His life for his sons.
He forces himself to look at the woman, to take in the scene, the people passing by struggling not to pay her attention, the cars that splash water on her as they pass by.
He tries to make sense of the situation, images continue to flood his mind, the first time he saw a dead body, he a child in Georgia had seen so much death since then, he had become desensitized by the time his son died, he had not cried for anyone dying ever till that day.
He sometimes being the cause of death had categorized it and filed it away.
He feared it not at all.
He in looking at the woman realizes that it could very well be him sitting there covered in the filth and soiling himself, such pain, such anguish.
He wants to help but what can he do? Where will he take this poor woman?
Certainly not to his house, but where?
The homeless shelter is but 4 blocks away and he recognizes her from there, he has seen her talking to herself, raging against invisible demons.
He would like to know her story but he does not know how to approach her.
He standing under the awning of the building as she wet drips blood into an uncaring gutter.
He steps from under the cover and crosses the street, gives her a five dollar bill and continues on his way.
Sins of the father, they overwhelm the son.
Sins of the son become the sins of the father.
Such a conundrum.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST

{ECLIPSE} A WHIFF OF YOU ON A SUNDAY IN AUGUST
THE MUSIC AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/3WURmRtIwAg

I feel you leaking brown and sweet into every cavity of my melanin filled body...
A strong breeze as you pass across my top lip... As I inhale you into my nose... So fragrant and I... I sigh.
Memories of you exploding in my mind... The swell of you breasts, the phatness of your ass, the gentle sound of your voice on my eardrums... conversations from the dusk till the dawn.
Sun peeking through the drapes as the world we saw go to sleep awakes.
Good days and bad and here again we persevere... Victims of being born in such turbulent times... Our love the only thing standing against those who would tear us down... Trod us into the ground.
You walking by and flowing into the depths of my darkest soul from whence I came... Spirit of my ancestors all in your tones.
Such an elegant figure backlit by the sun... allusions to the star from whence we came.
Light in its birth and its death... An explosion in the depths of space... Supernova and here we are.
You all big brown eyes and me lost in the images they reflect... Such beauty and I... I would catch a breath.
Pause.... A moment lost in your curves... In your innerflection.
I feel you... I really do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE QUESTION... THE ANSWERS AND THE REALITY.)

(THE QUESTION... THE ANSWERS AND THE REALITY.)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS UN...
https://youtu.be/BOx3nqWBe1c

Why do you hate I black skin so?
Is it a holdover from your ape ancestors who looking down from trees began to envy we.
We walking upright on our two feet.
We dancing round fire and living in communities, villages and cities.
Was it the fact that as you lived Neanderthal huddled in caves against the cold we built ships and sailed the seven seas.
Built pyramids and great Sphinx, created hanging gardens and constructed Timbuktu.
Empires stretching to the horizon.
Hate becoming an obsession as you barbarian descended from the mountains that gave you your name.
A kind of man barely separated from the beast.
Is it a holdover from the times when you came to learn how to be civilized in our universities, as you studied under Imhotep and our other great minds.
Stole our knowledge and tried to make it your own, Socrates, Plato and Hippocratic oaths.
Signs, symbols and cornerstones as Egyptian became Greek.
As Ethiopian became Christianity.
Black deities becoming white idols carved from stone and painted on walls.
What made you hate I so? You killing my father and raping my mother, cutting I screaming from her belly.
Separated from I identity you made I slave.
First of his kind as you beat I, raped I, tortured I.
400 years in a sadomasochistic society.
Set I partially free without a damn thing see?
Built prison and penitentiary, substandard education and poverty.
Not a chance as you branded me bastard, branded I hostile, branded I problematic.
Urban environments surrounded by suburbs.
The plantation and the big house, fake ass courts and hanging juries.
Uncle Moses and Aunt Sarah Mae training children to be deaf, dumb and docile.
Fall to your knees and praise white Jesus.
Massa say he good enough for me. I'mma pass on this insanity.
Let me sit you in front of this TV indoctrinate you to be the nigga Massa wants you to be.
Spend all your money on shit that has no real value see?
Looking back it all makes sense.

Trump is just the wake up for a lot of we.
You hate I cause I survived you... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MINE... ALL MINE. OH MY)
LEMME SET THE MOOD.
https://youtu.be/2UrP5TKzzTU

Sometimes... Sometimes I just wanna tie you up and do nasty thangs to you.
Fuck you till you shine... Oh my!
I'm gonna treat you like a queen but I'mma fuck you like a whore... Sorry but I had to say that... I just had to.
Such a pretty pussy and it's all mine.
Got me trembling I want that pussy so bad.
Dick hard as times in 29... Mouth watering.
Got damn I wanna fuck you so bad, spank day ass and make that juicy pussy mine. Beat it like the beast I am.
Think about you day and night, naked and bound.
Me licking every inch of your skin.
You all mine as I trace a line from your neck to your nipple.
A line to the other one.
Push em together, suck and lightly bite.
Finger in your pussy.
Rubbing that clit, wanna make it cum.
Hear your begs, your pleas.
Need that shit so bad.
Brain bout to explode.
Dick so fucking hard as it finds your mouth... So warm.
Damn!
You like it don't you?
The way I make you feel?
Pussy spread and pouting... Nipples hard and phat.
Sometimes... Sometimes I wanna see you bound.
Sometimes I wanna fuck you like that all night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKLY ALL OVER ME)
THE SOUND OF THE BEATDOWN...
https://youtu.be/23rbErU7NWU

Here you are all nice  juicy and begging to be licked, begging to be spanked, begging to be fucked.
All that skin, so many curves.
Here I stand a man, dick standing straight.
Now what are we going to do bout this?
Should I suck on your tits, make your nipples stand up, put both of then in my mouth?
Should I?
You know I will anyway, so much pressure as my temples pound in response to the rushing blood.
Here you are with my dick in your hand as I lick my way down, stomach to navel, down to where your phat juicy thighs reside.
The swell of your phat juicy pussy and I... I take a moment of appreciative sigh.
A moment of contemplation as I open my mouth take my 👅 and flick that clit.
Make it stand... Spank it and hear your excited cries.
Juice splattering and spattering as I lick and suck that spur tongue...
Taste of your orgasm.
Here you are as I stand and throw your legs open, place the head of my dick between your pussy lips and rub up and down.
Slide in reallll slow and pull it back out... Slide in reallll slow again... Pussy so nice, bout to lose my mind.
Pulling your hair and listening to you scream my name.
"Oh Big Daddy... You driving me insane."
Here you are right where I am, as pussy nut and nuts.
Wet belly's, wet dick, wet sheets, wet ass cheeks as I flip you over and ride it from the back.
Splat, splat, splat and skeet, skeet, skeet.
Dick covered in cream as I pull it out and cum on your belly.
Here I am basking in the glow of our sexual activities... Rubbing that thickness, that ass, that belly.
Here we are suspended in our synchronicity..

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE AUDACITY)
IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU BOUT THE MUSIC YOU GOTTA BE NEW...
https://youtu.be/ntQowgPy0CA

So many diversions as I contemplate the various modes of you.
Woman... Here I sit a man with so many observations of you... Your varied forms and manifestations.
Some good, some bad and still I am lost unto you.
An alien lifeform, is it me or you?
So mixed up and all I want is you.
I look, I wonder, is this she?
Could we? Would we?
So many facets as I find myself expounding upon you.
Queen as well as the sweetest delicacy a man could ever delight in.
Young, old and in between, dark as coffee, light as pecan tan.
A lil bit of crazy cause love ain't love without that in the mix.
Just gotta tell the truth.
Thick, skinny or in between... I in my diversity find myself perusing you on a humid summer day.
Light sheen on your skin... Sundresses and shorts that accent the rise and fall, the creases and the curves.
Falling as shower on my psyche... Cleansing I a man's soul.
All these things that would make men emotional as you walk by me.
Pure poetry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THESE THINGS I WOULD DO UNTO YOU}

{THESE THINGS I WOULD DO UNTO YOU}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/UPMwe6eX3wE

Upon seeing you... I mean really seeing you. I would dine pon you.
Drink of you with my eyes, smell of you with my nose.
So fresh... So sweet.
I would savor each passing second as an eternity... locked and loaded into my fertile mentality.
Each time I touched your skin I would feel a shock... It reverberating into my primal cavities.
It making my manhood swell... So heavy... So thick.
I would swallow my spit in anticipation... Suck on my tongue.
Upon seeing you I would kiss your forehead... Linger pon your lips... Pause at the jutting of your hips.
Rub my fingers gentle pon your clit... Take them away and pause for a whiff... My beast trying to communicate with yours.
I needing you so bad yet I wanting you wanting it... Your liquids shining on your inner thigh skin.
Juicy and sweet as I lap of it a moment before entering your valley... Kissing the petals and hearing you moan.
Such a savagely innocent thing... The way you arch your back and call my name.
Upon seeing you I would try to make you feel as I feel... See as I see.
Make you reborn orgasmic... A journey through the galaxies and universes of who and what we have become.
We here in the 21st century where you lie with thighs pushed back and riding my tongue.
Me not letting go as you cum and cum... Don't you run now! Bring that pussy back!
Holding you as you tremble and moan... Stop! No don't stop! You flowing into my mouth.
Such a sweet opening stanza to what is to come... Us lying next to each other breathing frantically as the nut subsides.
Upon seeing you all these things run cross my fertile mind.
I would devour you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{HYPERPOETICALLY}

{HYPERPOETICALLY}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/QSIz6F0FooU

Sun peeking through trees as cicadas sing such deafening melodies that play as pon ears as symphonies... Sky as blue as skies can get, clouds superimposed as thoughts run through juxtaposed.
Birds shimmering, bathed in luminescent splendor as mans mind surrenders, a translucent image on a window.
Such beauty in the most insignificant, such is the way of the magnificent.
We passing these moments by on the way to bigger and better things, fleeting dreams flying by on gossamer wings.
The ant passing by would remind us that work is essential, that life is eventual, that in the grand scheme so many of us exist inconsequential.
Souls sold to a violent system of pimps and whores, always, always striving for more.
These things wasting away into to nothingness, fading away into cosmic dustiness.
Check me out encyclopedia, dictionary and apocrypha, these images falling from fingers hieroglyphical.
These words would stand the test of time, becoming future rhythm and rhyme, fruit hanging from fertile vine.
Hands outstretched to catch the thermonuclear rays, man stands amazed.
Stars the endless seas calling his name... The rapture, the pain.
Sun setting, falling from sight, crickets and grasshoppers into the night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{JUST A DROP}
THE BASS DROP...
https://youtu.be/zvkOoyd4IrA



Where we exist... Mans mind drifts.
Who am I... Who am we... Where does it all begin and where will it end.
Mans mind drifts... He exists in the beats of a bees wings... The flight of birds cruising above the seas.
The laughter of children across the waves as they break pon beach... The concern of mothers echoing, echoing, the floating lovers suspended in the salinity.
Man lies back and exists weightlessly... A drop in the all of who he is... Who are we... So much preponderance pressure as clouds drift in sky horizontally.
Flat earth such a primitive mentality in its origin... Slavery such a fragile concept as we exist in the throes of trickery.
What would I tell a child to set him free?
Tickle his carbon, hydrate the marrow in his bones... Wake him from the valley floor.
Day above and night below... A dive to the ocean floor from whence all life sprang.
All this life and all this death... So needlessly lost as the earth hurtles through space locked in orbit around a thermonuclear star.
Truth and lies having become mingled and merged into one... So many locked into systems of control and deceit... God does not spend money... There should be no homeless or hungry.
Church and state the true beast... Mouth open as lives are fed into the ravenous maw of thought control... Stripped mentalities shitted out.
Where we exist... Who am I... Who am we.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(RECLAMATION) INSPIRED BY SHERINA.
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THESE WORDS...
https://youtu.be/sPjdo4KG3nE

I breathe the air and it reminds me of she... Somewhere out there, breathing the same air.
Inhalation, exhalation... Inhalation, exhalation
All these miles and she reverberates greatly in me, floods my psyche with fluidity.
Such sweet thoughts that they growing on tree would be fruit of knowledge... Ingested they would feed fires of creativity.
I digressing would paint she from the very molecular structure of air.
Mad monk painting in cave I would leave she posed for future generations sake... Warrior on the plains I would wield she in my death stroke...
Whisper she name as I return to the flow.
I so absorbed into the blackened layers of she melanin based skin.
She my aphrodisiac... I hard in the approaching storm.
Pink tint in dusky sky as I man digress pon she.
Lost in the succulent wonder as it swallows me... Leaves me sated in she reality.
Air... Oxygen, carbon dioxide and these beings... We.

rec·la·ma·tion

ˌrekləˈmāSH(ə)n/

noun

the process of claiming something back or of reasserting a right.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SLAVERY) SENRYU
THE MUSIC... THE PIECE AND THE MUSIC ARE SYNONYMOUS.
https://youtu.be/yqUYj7f6ssg

(H20)
Rain washing over them
Such cleansing liquidity
Falling from dark sky

(FIRE)
Flashes of bright light
Realization sought, found
Forests burn to ground

(STEAM)
Salty water from pores
Glistening in the sun's rays
Man toils needlessly

(MOTION)
He exists in want
Following the massive crowd
Peace eludes him daily

(EXPENSED)
The earth welcomes him
Born of dust he returns home
Such the way of things

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GLORIOUSLY)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/_zgD3RTIlhU

One day we gone come reborn... One day.
One day we gone wake up from our long sleep and let go of that dream...
One day we gone erupt anew...
We gone embrace the truth and hug our brother, love our mother and cherish our skin color... We gone come from the street corners and the projects... The homeless shelters and the jails. We gone come... One day.
One day we gone look deep inside and find that key... We gone stand perpendicular and walk erect... We gone be a viable entity... One day we gone grasp our godhood our goddesshood... Bring that magic bursting forth, surging out and freeing... One day we gone embrace African heritage and scorn tricknowledge... We gone tear the fabric of existence.
One day... We gone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CUM... LET US PLAY)
YOU AINT GETTING THE WHOLE EFFECT IF YOU DONT LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/UGBRgfHJ5wI

I love to see you play with that thang... It's so phat, such pretty lips and such a magnificent clit.
Got me all off on a mental trip where I would splatter drops of my cream onto your beautiful melanin blessed skin.
You and your toy turn me on as you stroke it in... Wet punani had such a distinct sound.
Pap... Pap... Pap.
I love the way you pay attention to it... So absorbed.
Where do you go?
That shit is so sexy... Spread them lips for me... Call my name.
Oh... I might cry out from contained joy.
Make me rub myself... Take me with you to where you go.
Fuck! I'm in my feelings... My nut so imminent.
Phat punani so fucking wet... Beast pressing at my chest... The veil of my existence.
Where do I begin? Where do you?
Got me lost in a primordial stew... Me mixed up in you... Us not touching on a physical plane...Tour drops saturating the insides of your thighs.
I bending to kiss them... inhale of your pheromones.
Key to all we are.
Creamy drops raining on your skin.
My tongue in your mouth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SEE SHE I SEE)
THE SOUND AS BEQUEATHED UNTO SHE...
https://youtu.be/OzYRDjw7_6M

When I touch she in mine mind it doth flip... She skin the electricity that would energize I and I, that would power the cities of mine fertile mind.
Populate the world's that I inhabit.
The sound of she voice the singing of ten million angels... The gentlest flutter of their gossamer wings.
I standing in awe listening, lost in the throes of rapture... I feeling she in the tiniest bone in I and I body... The ending of mine every nerve tingling.
A figment of mine tortured mind she hath kept me alive in mine darkest moments... When most men would have given up the thread I have found comfort in she memories.
A whiff of she air in mine lungs... A miniscule amount of she injected into mine bloodstream.
I and I would cease to exist if not for she influence... These words would lie unused and trapped in slavery.
Chained and broken in the bondage.
I a black boy meeting a small she... Her big brown eyes so full of wonder... The throbbing of my young 💓 about to burst my chest.
Mine waking belongeth to the essential she... Mine dreams where she doth cavort nude and clothed... Lying beneath and suspended above.
She sheath welcoming mine sword... She viscosity lubricating my thrusts.
I born of she in turbulent times, the first face I saw was she.
I wandering looking upon the vast wealth of she... A treasure to vast to fathom.
My life is she as well as my imminent death.
I reaching out to she across the masses of hue-manity... Gently... Oh so gently.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LESSON) SENRYU
THE SOUND...

(The Meaning)
Deep shade of oak tree.
Blazing sun in cloudy sky
Ants do mighty things

(Clearly)
Starlight filtering
Power shining from heaven
Man manifest god

(Defined)
Universe pressing down
Levels of existence seen
So many things ignored

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(PLAY WITH IT)
THE XXX RATED SOUND... DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS AT WORK OR AROUND FAMILY...
https://youtu.be/qngcy36Z6Z4

Mmmmm... I love to look.
Could you just rub it for me?
Let me see you play with it for the beast.
Got me all hard and shit.
Do you want to see?
You are such a fine and delectable delicacy.
Rub that punani for me as I rub my meat for you.
Sssss... Oh my goodness!
Spank it.
Make that clit stand up for me..
So fucking fine.
Spread those legs and show me those lips.
Sssss.... Tell me when you feel your cum.
Got me bout to hurt myself.
Nipples all hard, booty so phat.
Don't stop baby, don't stop.
I need to see, be my little freak.
That punani so phat.
I feel my cum, I feel it in my balls.
I love it when you moan like that.
When you cross your eyes and bite your lips.
Make me want to just.
Oh fuck! Look at you tremble.
You gone make me.
Oh fuck.
I love it when you rub me in your skin.
Shit.
Oh shit.
Damn that was good as fuck.
Come here baby kiss me.
I love to see you do that shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Let me

(PUMPUM​ BLUES)
THE SOUND OF THE NEED...
IF YOU AINT NEVER LISTENED TO THE BEAT YOU AINT NEVER REALLY READ THE POETRY....
https://youtu.be/T1pOT-MeXvs

Let me dip my stick into your chocolate... Let me use your melanin to sweeten the days of my existence.
The living of my life.
Woman I need you.
Oh so bad.
I see you and I wanna lay hands on you.
Speak to you, hold you, part your thighs and breathe the scent of thee.
Blow soft pon thee.
Ahhhhh...
The essence.
The writhing ecstasy and I the beast.
All in the vapors.
Let me try to reach into your physicality and touch your eventuality.
Carress the perimeters of your heart and linger in your orgasmic soul.
Woman I need you in the jungles of my dispair where I would look upon you and find strength.
Rise from your sweaty missionary form.
I Born a new man.
Flesh of thine flesh... Soul of thine soul.
So mixed up in the contextual you.
Let me savor each and every swish and sway of your hips.
Every bounce of your booty cheeks.
I a quite entranced beast.
Woman I'm telling you.
I need you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WARRIORS KNOW FEAR... WARRIORS WELCOME DEATH) A TOPIC CHOSEN BY STARLET WILLIAMS
THE SOUND OF THE TURMOIL OF KNOWING THESE THINGS...
https://youtu.be/2SOqPXaQZiI

Once afraid of the dark a warrior opened his eyes, light pouring from his irises lighting the way.
Warrior emerging from cave swore that he would conquer his fear.
It his companion on his left side.
No time for that anymore.
The people they needing him so.
He having been trained in so many arts, physical, mystical and esoteric.
So much power had his fear held in check.
Warrior spoke and his verbality moved masses and cause trembling in high places.
Principalities feeling the potential sent agents to destroy the warrior and each time he emerged unscathed.
He warrior feeling fear but standing tall quoted the words written on the scrolls of his notty 💓
It forged from the purest of titanium in the cave projects.
The broken glass and gunshots of the ghetto.
Death always standing at his right side.
Lying on the sidewalk as a friend fallen.
As his child buried in a grave.
Warrior walking through these things.
The hell jail and the threat of prison.
Mental and physical.
His tears falling into the depths of his soul.
Evaporating and becoming the fuel burned as he sped along.
His mission pumping his blood and fueling his 🔥.
No time for fear.
No time for false love.
Such a hard and harsh reality.
Warrior picked up his sword the pen.
Warrior loading his gun mental.
Warrior strapping his boots knowledge.
Warrior prepared and prepped for war.
Fear on his left side.
Death on his right.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF STRETCH MARKS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING) GENESIS AND REVELATIONS
Inspired by Magueda Jackson
THE SOUND OF REBIRTH...
https://youtu.be/pUZeSYsU0Uk

In the beginning Allah created he and she.
They so powerful... The power of Allah in their mind... The power of Allah in their souls.
Yet they found themselves questioning the power of Allah, they questioned his wisdom.
He and she roaming free in a garden of plenty.
Power over plants and beasts, names falling from their tongues as they named these things.
He and she.
They walked with Allah as the sun was the day and the moon and stars lit the night.
They so blessed with knowledge.
Yet it was not enough, they needing more when all was right at their fingertips.
Eventually they took these questions to Allah.
We want what you have Allah, the whole of your power, the all of your knowledge.
They not knowing what they asked.
Allah omnipotent and infinite in his wisdom looked at them, these beings birthed in his chambers from carbon and water.
So fragile were they.
They not knowing what they asked.
Allah loving them gave them what they wanted.
He set them free.
They in their knowledge built great pyramids and monuments dedicated to their beginnings.
Their birth and the location of whence they came.
He and she.
He and she carrying maps in the whorls and spirals of his hair.
She carrying maps that appeared upon the birth of their children.
Etched into the melanin of her skin.
Lightning and thunder drawn on her body.
Once so much power.
Now they were hue-man.
One day in a far distant future they would translate them.
Allah would be there waiting patiently.
He and she returned to their glory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE INEVITABILITY OF THE FLOW) ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE
THE SOUND AS THIS TALE IS TOLD...
https://youtu.be/-Hv5T7LflU8

The birds singing in the trees bore witness to the dawn yet the sky remained dark.
The Lonesome Stranger breathed deep and smelled the imminent birth of a new day.
He in tune with the earth, the breeze, the praying trees.
Such a curse, this cognizance.
Such a blessing to be this cursed.
Allah in the everything, the Lonesome Stranger realizing these things.
The deepest blue of a dawning day.
Shadows of clouds drifting by in the slowly brightening sky.
Promises of life and the inevitability of imminent death drifting by.
Love a promise that he had found and lost.
Sometimes he wished he knew its embrace again but he and love had such a sordid past, it seeming to not be a thing he should know.
No fault of his, he such a hard entity to overstand.
He Lonesome Stranger had hardened his heart in the days of his childhood.
In the days of his youth as so many tried to play him with love, used it to further their own means.
The stringent tones of a stringed instrument playing in the vastness​ of his pineals.
A sad violin song, the mellow tones of a piano, the wail of a mother on her knees.
She crying over a dead son, a wayward daughter, a husband or boyfriend going away to jail.
The Lonesome Stranger having witnessed all these things.
Wishing that love might find him, take him into it's soft hold, that death might take him away from these confused beings.
So much beauty and they would rather bicker and fight, they would rather focus on material things that really had no value.
Houses made of plentiful wood, shoes made of plentiful leather.
Diamonds made of coal... Silver, Platinum and gold.
The Lonesome Stranger seeing the futility of all these things as men and women waged war over such inconsequential and petty things.
Space travel but a thought away, happiness but a bit of silence away, if only these beings really overstood their divinity.
Their prime directive.
They in their ignorance following religions designed to keep them rooted in place, holding them enthralled.
Controlled by other men who held truth at bay, standing at the right side of pulpits whispering lies.
Ancient societies ruling in their very modern midst. Jin and authors of confusion.
Towers of Babel, Sodom and Gomorrah, Revelations and revolutions, scientific institutions, whip chains and multiple contusions.
Doctors that plagued them with chemical remedies and separated them from their spiritual selves.
Natural cures outlawed and ignored.
Job had eyelids of the morning, he breathed the embers of fire.
Cough, cough.
The Lonesome Stranger in the midst of these beings cried in the depths of his soul, he knowing the truth knew that these things were too much for these beings to bear.
His silence consuming him and threatening to tear him apart.
Heaven but a thought away.
The cicadas singing in the trees bore witness to the dusk of night.
The Lonesome Stranger born to die.
The Lonesome Stranger existing in the flow... The flow has no beginning nor no end.
He the Stranger is Lonesome no more.
He has become the flow.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I WANNA WET YOU UP)
THE SOUND OF OUR LUST...
https://youtu.be/4g-YA3G36WI

Everytime I see you I feel like I'm on fire.
Pretty brown eyes and creamy skin.
I want to fuck you right now.
Leave you glistening in sweat and juicy cream.
I would love to lay you down and lick the insides of your thighs, kiss your pussy lips and suck on your clit.
I need that shit.
I wanna taste your beginnings.
Make you gushy and wet.
Make your eyes grow wide as your orgasm surges through your body.
Damn I need that shit.
I need to push your legs back to your head and make your pussy stand out.
Spank it with my dick head and feel the splatter of your wet.
💦💦💦💦
I need to feel that.
Listen to you moan, whimper and cry as I slide my dick in and suck on your nipples.
Push it as deep as it can go and suck on your tongue.
Fuck you till you grow hoarse.
Turn you over and fuck you from the back as you suck on my finger and press your ass cheeks against my stomach.
Juice dripping down so wet wet . 💦💦💦💦
Let you ride this dick and flood my nuts with your cream.
I am so absorbed in this lust.
You got me so fucked up, I wanna fuck that pussy, stand up and lick it and beat that pussy again.
Make you wet and slick.
Leave you covered in my cum as you rub it into your skin.
All I see when I look at you is wet.
You make me wanna skeet.
💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MEMORIES)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/Q88VSlzeAZQ

You remind me of sunshine, the bright rays of dawn.
Birds singing in and chirping in the boughs of trees, fish swimming in shimmering water.
As always I allude to the flower, petals encasing so many parts, known,  yet still a mystery.
So much potential, for flower bears more flowers.
You remind me of rain, so soft, the cleansing of skin and soul.
A moment in your showers as they wash over my being.
Waves of euphoria taking me to other planes.
Wet and beautiful eyes.
You remind me that I got a duty to do, no matter how perceived.
Somebody got to be the bearer.
Everytime I look pon thy form I am reminded of these simply complex things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHAT NOW???)
THE SOUNDTRACK... So integral to the telling of a story....
https://youtu.be/lRD8Xw9zyxM

These times they are a trying.
Racism perpetuated yet ignored.
The children suffering greatly as the greedy suck the poor.
Dirty water in the inner cities as armed gangs patrol the streets.
Codes of blue, green and brown.
Get down... Police!
Another dead body lying on the ground.
Armed gangs leave the house... Gonna fuck up a nigga tonight!
Don't matter which side they are against us.
Preachers, teachers and the back of the bus.
These times and a man could spout all day and night of the injustice... Of the just-us.
Two tears in a bucket and motherfuck it... All this shit a make a man blow the fuck up.
Spit motherfucking fire from his tongue, sever the ties that bind with it's sharpened sides, slice it's jugular with well directed adverbs and verbs... Metaphorically and literally rip the foundations from the systems sandy ground.
Fall to his knees from the exertion.
These times...
These times...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{RE-CREATION} SENRYU

{RE-CREATION} SENRYU
THE SOUND FOR THIS ONE...
https://youtu.be/PyqEFlJBxiU

{FIRST LIGHT}
Her skin soft as rain
Eyes birthed of earths first firelight
Nappy pubic hair

{DAWNING}
Her essence morning
The deepest darkest blackness
Time slows down for she

{FRAGRANTLY}
He man mesmerized
Her scent hanging suspended
He riding along

{FLUID}
She is the ocean
Her hips swaying are the waves
Her skin tones the land

{INSPIRATION}
Man making landfall
Sinking hard into her layers
Opening portals

{ATTAINED}
Synchronous orbit
Together they are the stars
Cosmically free

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

https://youtu.be/lVPLIuBy9CY

(She)
She the sweetest scent
So reminiscent of birth
Red clay, cool water

(Born)
Forged from intense heat
Creator breathed deep pon she
Such delicacy

(Awakened)
He waking glimpsed she
His heart beating in his chest
Wonder in his eyes

(Knowledge)
Seasons flowing by
They huemanity so free
All good things must end

(YOU WANNA SHOW ME... DON'T YOU?)
THE SOUND AS I GOLDEN TONGUE, SPEAK ENTICINGLY...
https://youtu.be/gcoiZSH6vfI

Mmmm...
Let me see...
Come on baby, just a wee peek.
Be my inspiration, my private little freak, show that  juicy lil punani to me.
Got me all up in this zone,  got my hard hanging down my leg.
I know you want to.
Don't you?
Yeahhhh... I can see it in your eyes.
I can hear it in your voice.
You know you want to show me that fat punani.
You know you wanna rub that punani for me.
Don't you?
I can tell by how you lick your lips, how you squeeze your thighs together.
I hear how you are breathing, you want to so bad.
I promise it will stay between us, baby I am so discreet.
Ain't nobody gone know our little secret, not unless you want them to.
I really don't give a fuck cause everyone knows bout me.
I am punani loving beast, I am punani loving freak, I love the taste of wiggling punani meat.
Come on baby, pull up that skirt and show me your secret.
Such pretty skin.
Mmmmmmm.
Pull em to the side.
Oh my!
Damn.
So lovely.
Rub it for beast, so wet, so glistening.
Got me fucked up.
You like that... The way I kiss it?
Mmmmmmm... Tastes so damn good.
Let me hush...
Mmmmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOVE LIFE AND THE BLINDING LIGHT)
THE SOUND... IF YOU AIN'T LISTENING YOU AIN'T GETTING THE WHOLE PICTURE...
https://youtu.be/jjmRSyOhbhA

One day a man awoke, he had been asleep for so long, years in fact.
Even though he walked and talked during these years it mattered not.
He moved in slumber.
The horrible effect of not knowing love had put a veil over his eyes.
It had cast him into a place so dark that it suspended his animation, frozen him as his shell continued to hurtle through the masses of humanity he encountered on his journey.
Love, and it's light filtered through the brown of his irises, as it fleeting rubbed against the surface of his ship.
A capsule slicing through the depths of his inner spaces.
He so lonesome a stranger in the midst of so much activity.
He secretly wondering how so many found love, he dreaming of it in his fantasies.
In the throes of REM, the most fervent time when his eyelids fluttered frantically.
Love and he cried out, nightmares and visions as he alone ran down halls where the walls closed in.
Became his trap.
Love and he became wary of it as he wandered, eyes open yet closed.
The doors of his ship tightly closed, no admittance, always a wary eye.
One day upon entering a solar system he was awakened by love, it gently stroking him as it lifted the veil from his eyes, kissed his cheek.
Love informed him that he was at the last stage of his travels, that he must try again.
He brave felt fear, he strong felt weak.
He questioned love... "How?"
Love looked him in his eyes and said "Stand."
He swung his feet to the floor as love fading blew him a kiss, it a hologram.
He opened the door of his vessel, light pouring in welcomed him.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YOUR HEADY SCENT) DEDICATED TO SHE.

THE SOUND... PLEASE LISTEN...

https://youtu.be/j2EaIWdC1-Q

You as beautiful as a flower in the midst of spreading its petals, such a lovely fragile thing.

Such a powerful thing.

Your voice as sweet as honey, as soothing as a bath as it washes over me and flows into my pores.

As it brings me lonely from my den.

Awakened and rejuvenated. 

I stretching in the sun as I inhale of your cyberscent, heady and strong.

My mind awakened from the depths of a long sleep where I alone roamed the dying planet of my emotions.

I wondering if I would ever meet one who could break the chains of my despair.

It seems as if I have know you all my life, you resounding in the corners of my memories.

You knowing the things to say... You awake me gentle, you awake me the beast, you awake me the freak.

I dazed and mesmerized in the wake of your words.

Sent from the heavens, an angel fluttering in on gossamer wings.

I falling slowly to earth as a happy man.

I taking you in my hands would gently stroke your petals.

I placing you to my nose would inhale of you deeply.

You my dear have the most enticing scent.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{PRE-DAWN} AN EROTIQUE FANTASY REVEALED.
THE SOUND OF THIS ONE... PLEASE LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/fWRISvgAygU

I met her in the pre dawn... You know, that time when time seems to have frozen.
When the dew hangs in the air a swirling mist.
I was walking down the road lost in my own world, reggae bumping in the headphones in my ears. I looked up and their she was, a shimmering apparition in a long sundress appearing as if from the heavens.
Slim, dark and lithe with dreds hanging past her shoulders.
Not wanting to frighten her I moved to the edge of the street and continued to walk as I spoke to her. "Hi."
She spoke back "Hi" and continued to walk on past.
It was now or never.
I said "What are you doing out here? This time of morning I mean."
She answered "I am walking home from a friends house. We just left the club."
We both had stopped by now and a dog barked in the distance. Its sound hanging in the air an echo, the way things did in this time when the world seemed a fantasy.
I complimented her on her dress and her hair and she thanked me.
I offered to walk her home and she said "You just came from that way."
"I will gladly go back that way for you. You are so beautiful that I would be remiss not to walk you home."
She laughed lightly and said "Who talks that way?"
I said Apparently me."
She said "Sure" and I moved to her side as we walked back the way I had just came from.
We talked of so many things as we walked that I felt as if we had know each other forever. She told me that her boyfriend was in jail and that he had been there for some time awaiting trial.
I asked her about her needs and wants and she talked as I listened.
Her voice on my brain as gentle as the drops that caressed our skin. The dew.
Finally we arrived at her house and she asked me if I would sit with her awhile so that we could continue our conversation.
I said yes, she asked if I would like a drink as we walked onto her screened in porch.
I said yes and she asked me if I liked beer or liqueur and I informed her that I didn't drink alcohol.
She was fascinated by this and asked if I would like juice or water. I said "Water, but I really would like to drink of you." She smiled and turned to go get our drinks.
She came back with a glass of water for me and a beer for her.
I asked her if she minded if I smoked and she said no.
I pulled the bag of weed and a blunt from my pocket and rolled up. I took a toke and coughed and she laughed. "That must be some good shit" she said. "Can I get a gun?
I said yes, and she came to me as I blew it. Long and strong as her hand rested on my thigh. She coughed and staggered a little bit and I caught her in my arms.
We looked at each other as she sat back and took a sip of her beer.
Our eyes locked and I saw something in them. I saw her freak.
I asked her if she shaved and she answered "Sometimes."
"Is it shaved now?"
She said no and instantly I was hard.
I asked her if I could see.
She said "See what?"
I said "You know."
She laid back and pulled her dress up. No panties and she rubbed it, it was nappy and her clit poked out of the hair as she rubbed her finger through the hair. pulled her lips open.
I sat back and looked at her, no need to rush things.
She said "Your turn." I stood and zipped down my pants and reached in and pulled out my dick and it stood rock hard and thick.
She moaned and continued to rub her pussy as I rubbed my dick.
She said "Come here" and took my dick in her hand as she continued to rub her pussy.
She kissed the head and I almost came right then and there.
I had to do something to slow this down and I fell to my knees and pushed her legs back and her clit stood out as I sucked it into my mouth.
She sighed and I licked her and sucked her as she moaned and cried out.
Her pussy so wet as she writhed in my hands.
She came and I lapped at her juices as she tried to get away from my mouth.
I held her tight and she erupted in my mouth.
I drinking of her.
She finally stopped and pulled me up, kissing me on my mouth as she reached down and grabbed my dick.
She started to lick it and I begged her to take as much into her mouth as possible and she complied. I so weak in my knees as she spit on it and sucked it as deep as she could.
By this time I had pulled her dress over her head and her small breast begged to be pinched, I did and she moaned on my dick.
I pushed her back and rubbed my dick between her pussy lips and she pushed against me trying to take it in.
I took it away and spanked her clit and she cried out "What are you doing to me!"
I plunged into he pussy and her eyes stretched wide as I stroked in and out.
"Damn its so big" and I stopped cause she was so tight that I was about to come.
I could feel her pussy pulsating on my dick and it was all I could do not to explode in her right then and there.
I pulled out and kissed her pussy again and she screamed as she came again.
She begged me to put my dick back in and I pushed her legs back as far as I could and drove my dick into her womb. Tried to hit the back walls.
We fucked as the light of dawn caught us naked on her porch and I erupted into her pussy.
She pulled me close and we held each other as the day dawned.
I rubbing her and she rubbing me.
I stood and kissed her and she made me promise to call her as I put on my shorts and my t-shirt.
I told her she didn't have to worry about that as I prepared to leave.
I still see her from time to time.
She remains my pre dawn fantasy.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE WHEREWITHALL}

{THE WHEREWITHALL}
THE SOUND DROP...
https://youtu.be/FOY9fLm3eYI



Looking at the nether and I the ether as it all becomes one.
I the tree, I the leaf, I the air between.
I the mitochondrial of the situation.
Here there is no color, yet everywhere color exists.
It incorporated in the very particles of all being,.
Here I am, life in all its existentialism.
I am beginning and I shall never end, I the microscopic dust caught in the savage wind of a breath.
I solid as man sitting pon bench, I as fluid as water.
These things and man reflecting as the sun passes by in the sky.
Time but a marked space where even it does not exist.
These things shall pass.
A sigh, and it all together continues to  meld and mold itself.
The mass controlled by the few, sheep in wolves den.
Dirt owned and rented out to the poverty stricken.
Victims to the almighty system.
Who am I but man?
Would my vision change the picture?
I seeing interdimensional in nature.
The whisper of ancestors echoing in mine ear.
Blood crying from the killing floor where warriors thrust arms to the heavens.
Fell to bended knee and prayed to Allah and other Gods of other names.
Some ancient and some modern as it all coalesced and combined.
A drop of moisture evaporating on its way to the ground of mans mind.
A shining ray of illumination prismatic in full panorama.

Light swallowed up in the darkness of the cave I man inhabit.

Excursions and sojourns in masses of humanity, so many so blind and yet they would see.

False versions of all this reality, man so rooted in all this religiosity.

I am the minutest particle imagined, I am the greatest being who ever lived.

I am...

I be...

All these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BOOK OF BURNING SAND)
THE SOUND AS SAND IS CROSSED...
https://youtu.be/ii5k_zO4aHc

And I boy awoke surrounded by the burning sands of time and truth.
A tree here and there.
Some shimmering mirages, some as real as the oxygen in the air.
The bird, the snake.
Life the illusion, death the truth.
We so young started our journey.
The sand so hot and some fell off.
Bodies imprisoned, bodies laid out.
Tags on toes.
Enemies in our midst, some so familiar, skin like ours.
Some in gangs of blue, Marauders in armoured vehicles, patrolling Babylonian​ streets, predators, and we the prey.
Mark of the beast.
Prisoner 42624.
Sand so hot burning feet.
Oasis so cool, water so sweet, yet man must leave for the burning sand is where happiness is found.
Family, fortune and immortality.
Life illusive shifting in and out of sight.
A sip of aqua in the hellacious sun.
Bones bleached poking from the sand.
Knowledge if only grasped if one is attentive.
So many die without a clue.
Successful in humans eyes, a blip, a blink in a cosmic fraction of a second.
Man standing on burning sand screaming...
The Oasis is sinking!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHUSH OH BUTTERFLY)
THE SOUND FANTASTIC... THIS IS HOW I SEE IT...
https://youtu.be/zWUWCddcQTY

Your butterfly... Mmmm...
Got me dizzy.
A moment as I sway.
Softly fluttering as gentle as wings.
Slightly parted...
I would take a whiff, a tentative lick.
Kiss the button.
Flick my tongue across it.
Broaden the surface and slurp of it.
Juice in my salt and pepper beard, and I.
I would be satisfied in the arch of your back.
The quick intake of your​ breath.
The taste, mmmm.
I glimpsing your wet butterfly might get a corner of the eye tear.
My head placed at your lips and I sliding slowly this in.
Encased in your butterfly, my shaft massaged in its silken touch.
I past ecstatic as we in flight fuck.
I riding your butterfly.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ORDER IN THE MIDST OF  CHAOS) SENRYU
THE SOUND IN THE DOJO... LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/O_sioVb5K_g

(ORIGINATOR)
Hue-man key in hand
He would choose to look away
His people die slow

(PROPHETIC)
That is not the way
A fragment of his brain drain
It would free nations

(SPEAKING​)
Turn the other cheek
Die as others have, unheard​
Softest of wings sigh

(SAVAGELY)
The Lion waking
Roars vibrate the ground he stands
Hungry he will feed

(INTELLECTUAL)
Perception changes
We but fragile flotsam float
So many silent

(HIEROGLYPHICS)
Son of sun shines
He blessed with skin melanin
Once he walked with God

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEE COMPLEXITY)
THE MUSIC...

Here man sits contemplating woman... His mind wrapped so up in her complexity.
Her softest layers.
He grows hard.
Man would fuck her in his daydreams.
She such a part of his sanity... His insanity... His rationality.
Man and she all of these things.
The petals of flower... The deepness of the sea... Salty tears.
Life teeming in her waters... His seed swirling fluidly.
She ignites his synapses... He thinking of her internals... Her makings which he explores pineal.
Brightest flashes of light is she... This most profound of darkness... He loving her even in his confusion...
She linked to his ascent and his fall.
They travelers on a spinning ship.
Man and she gaining momentum... Fucking excitedly... Thundering roars and high pitched screams... Slap of skin... Ass against stomach.
They release...
Man lying in contemplation of woman.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OBSERVATIONALLY)
THE BEAT... MEDITATIVELY...
https://youtu.be/a3hdbEAsXcA

This world, we live so petty.
A whole planet orbiting a sun see.
So many living son see.
So many spinning religiosity... Rotationally.
We who once traveled stars collective, now so divided racially.
What are we to be at stories end see?
We humanity.
A pyramid in the desert alluding to our divinity... We lost in poverty and caste systems where the poor fight for the rich to be free.
Free to run rampant on the masses see.
Monday so funky.
Oh my children. Oh my babies!
The ground crying as the blood defiles the sands see.
So many slaughtered so needlessly.
So many enslaved so psychologically.
Sheep and cattle, seen?.. Lions and gazelle, seen?
Gotta recognize the beast manifestly.
Cast the veil away from his form see.
This street poetry... We  dwelling so petty.
Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BODY ENCASED IN CARBON AND H20)

(BODY ENCASED IN CARBON AND H20)
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... DEEP MEDI MUSIC...

https://youtu.be/O_sioVb5K_g

Its time for niggas to rise...
Time for original man to come pouring forth.
Its time cause this is the end.
An end that can be reversed with simple thought.
A reach into the all of it and accessing the true enemy.
Who has done you the most harm.
Ain't talking just now.
I'm talking the all.
Who fucked your mind up?
Wasn't We cause We was the tragedy.
The other side of the story.
We the sad footnote.
A man and woman counted with the animals.
Look what its done to us.
See truth must be told cause they ain't doing it in school or on the street corners.
Handing out pamphlets with blasphemous images of Is a (Jesus) a black man.
Who has denied his culpability in so many ways...
Passing the blame and sending you to wars.
Its how he covers his sin.
Cover it in democracy and bomb indiscriminately.
Killing people of color all over the world.
You fighting for freedom with conditions.
The church controlled by him as well.
He sitting in ivory towers and telling you what to say, how to say it.
You kept in bay with false comforts for which you pay.
The land don't know bout no taxes.
All grass need is sunlight and water.
Water flows in streams and falls from a free sky.
Such simple logic yet to complex for mere man to grasp.
Once we knew these things.
Once we looked out.
Ships on the horizon.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THIS WOMAN) WHY ME?
THE SOUND... LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/gxollbS6_pM

This woman...
Whew.
She got some crazy in her.
Trying to hide it but I see that shit.
She got me fucked up, all thick and soft.
Got me scared to give her the dick.
What if?
I digress.
She keeps me hard, inside and outside.
So free... Look at the way that ass bounces.
Big ol thighs and deep black skin... She would go to war, heart of Nzinga, prowess of Judith.
Got me fucked up, I'm telling you.
The beast cries to be freed, the beast wants to be fed.
I tell him he might not want none a this one.
She is ghetto hard, a diamond waiting to be cut.
Prisms beneath an unpolished surface.
I remind the beast of where we come from.
The last time this happened and the crazy ride.
He says, "It was fun though wasn't it?"
I roll my eyes.
Fucking beast.
She fits into my arms, beast cooing in her ear.
I trying to lend some control.
Trying to restrain big dick.
Big dick doing what the fuck he want.
Got me scared cause she already said she would fuck me up.
I ain't got time for this shit I'm 51 years old.
Beast ain't hearing me.
I'm trying to tell him.
She gonna fuck all three of us up.
Me, him and big dick.
Phone ringing...
Awww shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(STREET CORNER SENRYU)
THE SOUND...

(DUSK)
Man in setting sun
Purple and pink prismatic
The air smelling sweet

(DAWN)
Man in rising sun
Day unfolding in potential
Warm rays on black skin

(THE WARRIOR)
The day absorbs of him
He in stasis observes deep
He was born of them

(PRESENTLY)
Bee suspended in flight
Elephants are dying everyday
Man prepares for war

(INCREDULOUS)
Such beauty abounds
Oblivious to man plans
He would destroy all

(AGAPE)
Cattle at slaughter
Sheep crowding into corner
The masses misled

(STANDING)
He exists transparent
Wind emerging from cave
The most gentle push

(SOAPBOX)
The roar subsonic
His voice melanin defined
Man in a mans skin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MASS COHERENCE}

{MASS COHERENCE}
THE SOUND OF HARD DROP USHERED IN
https://youtu.be/g04xGlXO8Ho

Man stands and his voice fluid flows... Man in his testimony, and the trees lean into his breeze, the birds sing in agreement.
In his tones are the resonance which would awaken the masses, bring them from the mental drudgery which keeps them bound.
Lion subsonic and his voice reverberating bounces off concrete and brick walls, echoes into the alleyways and the sewers.
This man who in ancient times perhaps considered a bard, perhaps considered a prophet and he fears no sound, not the bullet or the ballot.
Their ways being not his for in his mitochondrial he carries the makings of a god, the makings of a goddess for surely they could come from his seed.
A little more recognition and so many fear his bass, it tearing whole cities and towns to the ground, they falling to the truth elicited in melodic tomes.
The earth shaking cataclysm spoken of in holy scrolls and helios biblos and prechen on Sunday morning, Saturday evenings and on Jumu'ah.
Connected spiritually and ready to act it out any which way it comes.
Tooth, nail, knife or gun would he fight for his nation, this man we speak of, his voice vibrating the marrow in dry bones.
It becoming red and feeding the sinew and muscle of future generations cause all we got now is a grave situation, dead are the bodies littering the ground, walking around.
Zombies addicted to Basketball wives and mass media lies.
Man standing in the crowd and yelling the truth in such stringent tones.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE MESSENGER GONE DIE} THE MORAL OF IT ALL.
THE SOUND AS THIS TRUTH PRESSES DOWN...
https://youtu.be/Ze0SwU5d4tM

Each and every day I am reminded of one fact...
The messenger always dies... truth can get a bitch killed and all that shit.
Yep, each and every day I know that one of you hating ass son of a bitches can get me killed.
That shit don't get me down though cause I ain't scared to kill... hypothetically or metaphorically.
That don't make me a bad motherfucker or a G... It just make me a danger... Seen?
One of these words could ignite the masses and make them rise in armed rebellion... One of these words could sooth a psychological wound... one of the words could make a woman get butt naked.
So much potential lyrically presented in ear pleasing ways... Sword forged in the projects 1700... Seen
Blade glinting in the sun... Ink that would black out the nation... Make dead men rise... Literally... Seen?
Man walking alone among so many... Man poised in the wind... Clothes flapping frantically... Man standing stoic seen...
Allah in the micro particles of his being... Angels cry tears of fire that obliterate whole cities... Fire and brimstone making horrific landfall.
Why oh why and a mother crying falls to her knees... Why my son... Seen?
Father rising to face another slavery day... Put in work that goes vastly unseen... He who would be deadbeat in a Babylonian court.
His children know not his story... They trained in educational labs... Rats in a rat race... Institutionalized... Stigmatized...
Lava expelled blisteringly... Dragon sweeping from poetic skies... Seen?
Wisdom the flames that would be his flame filled cries... A poetic genius born before his time... Dying before his time... Words left for uncertain futures where his people they may not exist... Seen?
Why he sighs, am I the messenger?
Give this shit to somebody else... Let me be one of the 85... Not a messenger... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{EXHALATIONS OF ALL MY LOVE FOR THEE THEORETICALLY}

{EXHALATIONS OF ALL MY LOVE FOR THEE THEORETICALLY}

THE SOUND... THE PIECE AND THE SOUND ARE ONE...

https://youtu.be/Zm3y65XLvso

If I found you...
...
My sky... Oh my... My sky would glow blue... My sun shining through all the layers of my atmospheres... You the body would rotate my planet and pull my tides into sync... High and low and my waters would touch all mine and your lands...
We so cosmic that we...
...
We would encompass everything... Big bang till the end... Our boogie so strong​ that our star systems would bump to our groove... Bounce to our beat... Head bobbing to our rhythm... My heart pumping you and your heart pumping mine... Wordplay trying to describe we and I just can't reach that far... Not across the all that we know... No I...
...

No I can't... Not in what man calls infinity... He still in his infancy... No words could I rap in any language... Yet I try... I a star... I a sun... You my life sustaining world... Animals, plants and fish in alien seas... Nappy spirals of your and mine galaxies... Scientific, psychological and philosophical... Alpha and Omega... We denying these things... The night...
...
The night and we downloading synaptic... Physical and mental... Pineal strands connecting we... I see...
...
I see so deep that it pierces the essential me..,  A tear crosses my cheek... Salty and warm... Falling to the oceans... A drop... A flood... I needing you so bad that I would promise my life... Take this corporeal shell... Blow it to the galactic winds...  Goosebumps on my melanin blessed skin...
If only...
...
If only I found you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{GOSSAMER STRINGS IN MORNING DEW}

{GOSSAMER STRINGS IN MORNING DEW} Featuring Saadiyah Safi El Din

THE MUSIC THAT BINDS IT TOGETHER...

https://youtu.be/FbfESZxbaoA

In you I see such complexity.
The makings of beautiful beginnings and salve for healing.
Such a fragile delicacy amid sharpened blades of steel.
Thine eyes... Thine art... A lovely combination.

I found you amidst words not just any,
a griot who would help rebuild this nation his people through strong intellectually stimulating poetry.
Over the years you have become dear to me.
Called my mind to another dimension, a different realm, a world created and written in mystery
Photos of things beyond my eyes, only my mind could combine the infinitesimal gravity of what it all means to me
You ink me free ..letting me know that black ain't what I'm solely.
Strength courage and unity survives within me since I am a universal being.
My eyes love seeing the  recollections of your artistic offerings.

Yet you are the breaths a man takes on an uphill journey... Your voice, the song playing in his head.
He eating of you, lying you back and drinking of you.
Dining on the African of you as you a queen guides him on his voyage.
Your folds, your creases, the roadmap home to a weary star traveler.
I would hold brush in hand and stroke thee to painted life immortal.
My eyes wonder at this piece of divinity placed before them.
Such a  beautiful ode to femininity.

You are the deep exhalations of serenity. The Queen in me needs a Kingly touch. The sentiments of thousands of warrior hands, softened by my femininity. When you come into me it's as if Jupiter has invaded earth's atmosphere. Nothing is not touched, scorched by the consumption of your viral masculinity. Chemically you blend with me to create future we's behind sounds of great ectasy . I could be high atop Mount Ararat and yes your enduring love would find me. You would be like a hip belt bound to me.

In you I see endless possibility cause its you... yes you that inspires me.

My waking and my sleeping, my flights of fantasy.

So much pain and yet you endure.

I find myself suspended in you as from these fingers flow these words.

I would write of thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Saadiyah Safi El Din