{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