(PHASES OF THE SON)

THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...

https://youtu.be/0A3DdIeciik

Liquid molecular suspended in morning air as the day begins...
Pinpoints of light in the haze as metallic chariots emerge and pass by.

Man and water occupying the same area, mist swirling as man walks.

If only man nuclear recognized his true potential.

His true purpose... The air sighs in the leaves.

(Birth)

Newly emerged he

Once sentiant now modernized

Prophecy fullfilled

Sun beating down pon his head as drops of sweat cool his skin.

Salty h20 draining from his very pores from his very pores.

Would that he could recognize his oneness.

Stainless steel and glass glinting in prismatic tones.

The wind groans.

(MIDDLE AGE)

A boy he once was 

Now man he reflects inward

Deepest of darkest.

Pineal light explosions, neurons and grey matter reforms.

He is the wind, the ant, the bee.

He is a new beginning, a savage end.

The rain melting down his melanin saturated skin.

Confusion to the unrealized, peace a sword in his art.

He crying out in the pain of seeing innocents die.

(THE END)

Wisdom the worst friend

Grey hairs in his beard testify

Death calls his true name

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CAN I?) EROTIQUE
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/IdgfFbvipsI

I just wanna touch a woman... Feel her sigh.
So alone and she walks by, all hips and thighs, so mixed up in these emotions and I, I would dine on her pheromones.
Lick at the crossroads of her nappy jungle.
Send her into spasms of orgasm see., I would lap of her divinity, a taste of her dripping into my beard.
I would kiss her lips and let her taste of we.
I hanging so prodigiously, so much weight and I would gently, gently place it ppn her petals.
Rub it back and forth in her lubricity, slide it in and watch her eyes grow wide.
Ride on her moans as the earth rotating spins.
I would whisper her name as I scratch her scalp and pull her as close as I can.
Try to reach unexplored territory, go where no man has ever been.
Stick a finger in her mouth and feel her suck, Oh my!
Both our hearts fluttering as we fuck vangloriously.
Holding back cause I, I don't wanna cum... Each of your orgasms fuel for the beastly fire.
And I feel it, oh I feel it pressing at my sanity... Threatening to erupt and spill into your inner chambers, on your melanic skin.
Damn...
I need to touch a woman who overstands me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE HURTFUL SECRET LOVE)
THE SOUND AS A MAN WAXES...
https://youtu.be/DJraOI2ZY8w

And I have admired you from afar...
Your curves...
I have lusted over you in my unrequited love.
Other men touching and leaving and I, I would defend thee...
Hold you in my arms post partum when nothing makes sense.
I but a friend have heard you as you cried... Lamenting over lost loves that never should have been.
My dreams so full of visions of you... So wet that upon waking I am drained.
I would wax poetic for thee... Thine aura so refined.
These days turning into nights where I alone sleep.
A traveler lost in these times.
My remorse would fill oceans if it were tears.
You walking by and floating on your scent.
Flights of fancy amid flattened dreams.
I loving you so.
Never have told you.
Never will.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FOREHEAD TO THE GROUND)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/G9vFlC_b6aU

Upon waking I curse the fact that I am cognizant... That I must stand and communicate with so many who are sleep walking.
Drowning in a sea of information.
So much knowledge and they would rather be sheep.
Members of the flock.
Petty humans...
I call on the supreme power of Allah placed in me.
I stand to face the day intelligently.
Iconically.
I born of the red clay of Georgia and African tragedy.
Whipped asses, raped women and cut out babies.
Slavery, pigfeet and segregation.
A whole lot of fuckery... Still we stand, see?
Dry bones crying out in our story, or is that Ezekiel biblical, seen?
Washtubs in the backyard. Klansman's robes on the line.
Donald Trump just a tiny fragment of a much larger problem.
Why can't the white man see his involvement in this systematic victimization.
Or is it that deeply rooted that he just don't give a fuck?
Scuse me that's just my God kicking in.
Question all sides, weigh all facts.
Upon lying down I curse the fact that being cognizant I will not sleep again.
Not the blissful sleep of ignorance that so many find.
Upon waking I cursed walk this earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MARY WOULDA TOLD JESUS}

{MARY WOULDA TOLD JESUS}
THE SOUND OF MARY SPEAKING...
https://youtu.be/mPkqHQVhyBM

They rewrote stories... Made you white but my blood knew.
I sensing your power across the ages of man... Back to when we dwelled Godly.
You and I in a garden in Africa.
My soul crying your name, yours proclaiming mine, as we fresh and young petted a lion.
They changed you Nefertiti to white, Changed you Cleopatra to white.
Made you Medicine woman evil manifest pon the surface of the earth.
Made me Imhotep into a raging devil.
Our very characters made in caricature.
Our people celebrating the orchestrated ignorance.
The horrible reality of non knowing as our spirit fading seems to be dying.
You and I gasping for breath under the awful pressure.
So much power and we would be they before being ourselves.
Contrary to sanity.
The few warriors and empresses screaming into the darkness...
Echoes , echoes, bouncing off the empty walls.
Cascading as broken shards to the hardened cores.
Preachers dancing cross the raised floor, peace in the face of violence.
Our seed exterminated on a whim.
We supporting it.
His-story promoting the glory.
Our-story born of lies and pain.
Told watered down, biblical and unsound.
Bout time...
Its bout time...
We flipped the script.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NIGHT NURSE)
THE SOUND... PLEASE LISTEN, THIS PIECE AND THE MUSIC GO TOGETHER...
https://youtu.be/EClAQU3--Ow

One day surfing a cyberwave I saw you.
A vision wrought from the carbon and water that formed my mind.
Blood flowing as the feeling filled my body and rumbled in my veins.
So intelligent that I genius paused in awe.
Looked up at the blue sky and focused on a fluffy cloud.
It floating outlined against the vast backdrop.
I who would be it's passenger.
Thick thighs and powerful brown eyes.
Hair soft nappy and black.
I genius paying homage to you wisdom, queen of antiquity in these here modern times.
Mind bout to go cataclysmic.
I synaptic tickling black and white keys.
Word, power, sound as the earth trembled and the sky quivered.
Far for you to think I would ever be so mundane
Merely insert your name.
You my night nurse so soothing and sweet.
I think of thee.
Electronically as well as physical as prophecy becomes reality.
As leaves bud on spring trees.
I think of thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I HAVING KNOWN YOU)
THE SOUND...
https://www.youtube.com/shared?ci=xJ0VXqIPu9w

I hope you didn't think I forgot you across all this time.
I once fresh and young now battle scarred and bruised yet still alive.
You a beautiful thought crossing my mind when I alone waged war.
A moment of peace when all fell to pieces.
A flash of skin and a remembered scent that soothed the pain.
Color so vivid yet fading as my tears washed down my cheeks.
I holding you in the deepness of night in a jail cell.
A wet dream that saturated the sheets.
Your voice whispering into my ear.
I waking to find you unreal.
I holding onto you upon waking, begging you to stay.
Shield me from this reality.
How could I forget thee?
You have saved me from insanity and depravity...
From the pits of utter despair where so many go to rot.
They having given up on life.
I Dragon rising from my own ashes.
You the fuel that fanned my blazing fire.
Dancing in the flickering light that showed me the path.
How could I forget you?
Why would I want to?
You have given me life.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MAMA AFRICA BLUES)
THE SOUND...
https://www.youtube.com/shared?ci=bFR2IViHCuk

Mama Africa calls her children's names and they turn deaf ear.
Still going by the massas name they would not hear.
Mama Africa cries blood tears as her children fall because of ignorance.
Knowledge in her soil that still dwells in her children's skin.
Father sun converted by melanin shines pon Mama's surface.
Life pulled from the very ground.
Mama's children denying her existence while roaming in Babylon, Sodom and Gomorrah.
Man pon man...
Woman pon woman committing genocide as the seed lies wasted in the field.
These day fortold in Deuteronomy, as the clergy preaching new testament commits great sin.
Ignores the prophecy for new age philosophy.
Mama Africa tormented to no end...
Father Sun growing hotter.
Fire and brimstone as the universe adversely affected reactes.
Man and earth no longer connected.
Babies born in confusion growing old before they have mature minds.
Women raised to not give a damn...
Men not giving a fuck.
Playgrounds lying unused as the programming is pumped in cellular and wifi.
Be abnormal, the message.
Mama Africa loosing life, hue-man and animal.
Knowledge becoming extinct.
What group is gonna challenge that?
What organization?
Mama Africa sobs and her breath becomes the hurricane roaring to Babylonian shores.
Whole cities fall to her wrath.
Why don't her children hear?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEM MOTHERFUCKERS FIGHTING AGAIN)
THE SOUND OF CONSTANT STRUGGLE AND MOTHERFUCKING STRIFE...
X2uKJ8dRrvM

And here we are fighting over some useless shit once again.
Motherfuckers fighting over shit that's so plentiful.
Power figurative and literal.
Oil and land, drugs and fabricated shit.
Its all about pussy anyway.
Testosterone and estrogen.
Chemical imbalance and other scientific and medical terms.
People in the projects and street corners dying over pride..
People in Iran and Afghanistan dying over white pride.
Democracy my ass.
Trump ain't shit, the government ain't shit, all that idealistic shit.
Walking on my murdered ancestors bones.
Motherfuckers dying and it all sounds the same.
Folks and Lords falling to the killing grounds.
Black asphalt that never ends.
Religion built on white lies, and that don't mean that they are light.
Weight pressing us down.
Whipped minds and name brands on asses.
Fighting truth to uphold the blight.
That shit ain't right and I cover my head to avoid waking up.
Don't wanna go to sleep.
Fighting that shit.
Fighting that motherfucking shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{PARTICLES FORM THE WHOLE}

{PARTICLES FORM THE WHOLE}
THE SOUND... HEAVY HEAD DROP...
https://youtu.be/B9s2fq0Ycmg

We but particles of dust in a cosmic wind... Such a savage conundrum.
We exist in a tree as surely as the tree exists in we.
Canopy of stars laid out above our heads.
We the rising of the sun and the moon.
The waves washing ashore and depositing life.
Tidal waters of the hue-man soul.
High and low and the tears wash down in our souls.
The laughter is the light that dawns on planets orbiting far distant suns.
Maps in the spirals of our hair.
Nappy locks that would unlock the mysteries of the universe.
We the key buried in mortality and inevitable fate.
If only we saw our immortality.
A ship hurtling through the depths of space at many times light speed.
We standing at the dirty window and not seeing out.
We the father, the son and the holy ghost.
Twisted and distorted into being believers.
Cattle and sheep.
So unaware of the true power.
The whole totality of we.
Particles floating in such vast space where we could be the gods landing on other planets.
Overstand these thoughts projected across space and time.
If all these things die we do as well.
So much potential and we trapped by these inconsequential things.
We sleep on the reality.
Particles form the whole.
Particles form the hole.
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JERALD HAMZZAHFARUQ MURPHY