(WAR INNA BABYLON)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/jzM9tfA9WwQ

You motherfuckers thought you knew me... Born red from my mother's womb.
Dusty ass clay... Wet ass thick ass clay.
Born beast in the ghettos of Georgia, forged in the urban warfare of the projects of Florida.
Judged guilty before I could speak, before I ever uttered the word Dada.
Yep you motherfuckers thought you knew me.
A fucking asteroid in the midst of planets waiting to be eradicated, mentalities and principalities.
A motherfucking anomaly in the equation.
A beast turned loose pon an unsuspecting society.
An eloquently speaking sword unleashed in the bricks and concrete.
A thermonuclear weapon with blessed devastating possibilities.
I'm glad you motherfuckers thought you knew me.
Third eye vision peering supremely... Lyrics arranged visiously... Harder than trigonometry.
A motherfucking beast born of Pharaohs and Hebrews, Slaves and rebels, Prophets and Kings into the worst situation possible.
Shitty and gritty, no remorse or pity.
Hopelessness lurking at the periphery as Idiocracy is preached on the pulpit and TV, pumped Bluetooth through headphones, played beating bass in automobile trunks.
Fodder on shelves laid and flayed as the illuminati stalks, kills and eats.
Lo eye the beast third eye see... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE VAPORS)
THE SOUND...

From the mist we came... We with so much to convey.
We thrust into the midst of such a hectic situation.
Kill or be killed, in your arms I a man found comfort.
In the most savage of situations you calmed the beast... I with the potential to be savior or demon.
I seeking you in the throngs of billions.
Two stars shining in panoramic view as we revolved on a miniscule rock.
We but two particles of carbon and water blessed with this gift... This thing called life.
A hundredth of a second... A gasp... A cry... A breath.
A brush of fingertips as we reach for each other's hands.
A mashing of lips as we kiss.
A melding of souls as we mate.
We passing on these things we have learned.
We melting back into the mist as we dissipate.
Remnants of love lingering in our wake.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ASCENSION}
THE SOUND RISING...
https://youtu.be/nO9SJrf1ZKA


{Dust}
I a man erupt
Cosmic the cataclysm
Dust has become flesh

{Water}
Drops of water fall
Rain washing away hubris
Children laugh and play

{Clay}
The sun reveals life
The helix spins D.N.A.
There is but one god

{Knowledge}
I in everything
A particle in the grand scheme
I am I in I

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HOW DEEP DOTH I A MAN LOVE GO)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/DSzA6RbV7nA

I want your body... I mean I really want your body.
Every inch of you... The mental and the physical... The highs and the lows.
You got me aching in the wanting to know you.
So fucking bad... And I... Oh I... So much to say that I couldn't say it in a lifetime.
I feel you in the fires of my synapses... Igniting my soul... Oh I... I need you so.
Words cascading into the utter depths of all I a man know.
I alone for so long and I... I miss a woman's touch.
The heavily lidded eyes of lust... The sharp intakes of air.
The aftermath of coitus... A sigh, a cigarette, some conversation as sleep lingers at the edges.
I a man all alone contemplating these things... Your image on my pineal movie screen.
Object of my inspiration... Painted so vividly... An exhibit in my mentality.
The excruciating agony of loves torture ripping at a man's core.
I would hold you metaphysical in the throes of my dying.
You an angel as a man departs for Sheol... The gentlest brush of your metaphorical wings.
I want your body... I want your soul... Mine is your to take.

The Hebrew word seol [l/a.v], "Sheol, " refers to the grave or the abode of the dead ( Psalms 88:3 Psalms 88:5 ).

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHE MAKES HE...) SENRYU WRITTEN FOR SHERINA.
https://youtu.be/1EE5zsfePWE

(The Gift)
She from heaven falls
Man enthralled contemplates she
He is satisfied

(Nuclear)
Air cold on brown skin
Her vision warms his red blood
The sun testifies

(Melting)
The shine of her skin
She makes his hard heart grow soft
To wax allusions

(Phycological)
She invades his psyche
A most pleasurable vibe
So very pineal

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BEAST!!! THE BEAST!!!)
THE SOUND IN THE LAIR...
https://youtu.be/K69lOSYTuSw

Beast arises from his lair... Beast born of the darkness of before creation.
Beast borne embryonic in black woman... Sired of black man.
Beast on entering the light sees the folly... Men and women living under other humans rule.
Beast horrified watches as potential beasts are destroyed... Torn down and becoming parodies and caricatures.
Beast roars and bitches cringe for subsonic his voice... Pulling at heart strings... Making them vibrate.
Beast so metaphoric that his words unlock ancient chambers in slaves brains... Warriors and True Amazonians arise.
Beast would leave bloody bodies lying on battlegrounds... Torn and broken... Moaning in pain.
Beast knowing only one thing... The black blood flowing in his veins... The black thoughts flowing in his brain... The blackest parts of his skin.
Beast hunted and persecuted by the ones spawned in caves... Beast damned to hell by his own as they on pulpits prance and dance.
Puppets and marionettes... Traitors to the throne of Dawood.
Beast in the concrete jungles stalks his prey...
Ahhhhh meat.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY