(ALL THEM...)

Regrets... Damn.
Falling like winter rain on an unprotected soul.
Cold barren days where regrets are driven by a biting wind
Regrets .. Whew!
Looking darkness smack dead in the face.
Darkness staring back such a daunting thing.
Images swirling and coalescing in and out of view.
Things a motherfucker didn't do... Things a motherfucker did do and shouldna did.
Regrets...  Aw fucking Man!
People we wish we could apologize to... Some gone on to the flow... Some locked up behind them steel does... Some done changed styles and roles.
Regrets... Dirty motherfuckers!
Coulda treated the children a little better but life was tough.
Learning a cruel teacher.
Black man seemingly alone against the world... Illusions and delusions of a random nature... All mixed up and convoluted.
Regrets... If it wasn't for them we wouldn't know how to act...
Fuck them sorry bitches...
Regret that shit.
You feel me?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SWEET SOLILOQUY)

Thou art such a lovely thing... Thou ripped from the very fabric of cosmic energy.
Man in wonder looking upon thy beauty elicits a sigh... Such is thine essence.
Upon thy birth the birds probably sang a little sweeter... The garden gleaming with morning dew.
Droplets gleaming like diamonds pon grass shoots and trees leaves... Pon the petals of vibrantly colored flowers.
Man suspended in the perfume pheromone... Floating in the scent... Such succulent smoke.
A moment of free fall into the depths of thine eyes... An astronaut exploring thy galaxies.
Light years and the such... The span of all time.
Thy being... Thy being taking he away from the pain.
A tear of joy dropping pon darkened skin... Moisture evaporating into his atmospheres.
Such a lovely thing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOVE, PAIN AND REJUVENATION)

(Reflections)
Brightly doth she shine
Broken glass glittering
A shattered psyche

(Shadows)
Barren mental plains
Survival as the sun races
The nights darkened hell

(Rain)
Salty are the tears
Some would call them wasted years
Learning such hard pain

(Carbon and Water)
Rain falling softly
Washing away so much pain
Man rising from ash

(Reborn)
Gone are the sad days
There are others who would love him
Such the way of things

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(COSMIC WORDOLOGY ON THREE)

And I be...
I be trying to the words from the cosmic realm that would tell the black women how much they mean to me.
From the first... I mean the prototypical to now... Tell her thank you for allowing me to exist in these times.
For the birth of my father, my grandfather, my great grandfather and ad infinitum.
Thank you woman ripped from the darkness of before time, when time still existed.
Words that would free my people from the stigma slavery where we still find ourselves entwined, cause as long as we fight for it niggas ain't free... See?
God's descending into the evil of tricknowledgeology... Tricked into buying a lie that has become the reality.
Awful as that may seem.
A word ripped from the fabric could be the catalyst... Turn a nigga to a god or something like that.
It the big bang that would create new world African life...
Oh the glory.
But see I digress cause sometimes I fear the words... The words fall on deaf ears as I lie awake pondering these things.
Do they hear, overstand?
Such a conundrum as the fire, the fire burns in my belly.
My love... My love... My love for thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEN TILL NOW)

Man held your hand in ancient times beyond recollection, before biblical times and the Genesis was written.
He looking in your eyes and growing stronger as you looked at him adoringly... His heart melting into the caverns of his torso.
The blackness of your skin mans escape from the savagery.
In your darkness was man found as he built a great city from Terra firma, rooms built into stone, great stones attacked on upon another.
Your name forgotten as time proceeded along... Ausar and Auset, Ra and Nut, Osiris and Isis... The progression of man.
Ancient into modern as God's fell and were replaced, men calling these things knowledge as he forgot who he truly was... Author of his own story becoming pawn.
You still a queen even as language changed and became these men speak these days... As barbarians invaded and took slaves.
Brought them to new worlds as defined by them, dark men on the shores watching as they emerged from the mist.
Caged, man looked upon your beauty as he was bought and sold, his soul torn to shreds, he became the one spoken of in Aramaic, Hebrew and Arabic.
Mans child in a promised land where he treated as less worked dawn to dusk, his solace found in your flesh.
The sound of your voice his brief reprieve until the thread lit the sky...
Ancient into the present...
Man held your hand.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TRUTHONOMY)

The cries of those slain in slavery echo across time, those who languished and died knowing that their children would face the same fate.
This slavery.
That their grandchildren and their grandchildren would as well.
These things shown to them in prophecy and dreams, in scriptures that the church tried to hide... That preachers dared not whisper for fear that massa sitting in the pews might hear... That the deacon sitting at his right side might run and tell.
The level and the square his free Masonic prison.
His wife a fatal eastern star wearing white and leading futile hymns as the deaf, dumbed up and docile swayed and chanted... Fell to the floor and caught the holy ghost.
So unseen, so tangible as white men in white sheets came in the darkness of night and carried the strong sons away.
Left the weak to lead the masses... Silver, gold and Cadillacs their reward... Young virgins in pressed dresses and the best pieces of fried chicken at Sunday dinner the prize.
Ancestors bones laid to rest in unmarked graves screaming at the travesty as the truth revealed at their death carries them into the flow.
The Israelites have been enslaved for far to long... Victims of twisted religion and unmerited lies that would deny them their destiny.
Ancestors blood running into the gutters, ditches, and rivers would testify these things.

Deuteronomy 28:

³² Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long; and there shall be no might in thine hand.

³³ The fruit of thy land, and all thy labours, shall a nation which thou knowest not eat up; and thou shalt be only oppressed and crushed alway:

³⁴ So that thou shalt be mad for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

³⁵ The Lord shall smite thee in the knees, and in the legs, with a sore botch that cannot be healed, from the sole of thy foot unto the top of thy head.

³⁶ The Lord shall bring thee, and thy king which thou shalt set over thee, unto a nation which neither thou nor thy fathers have known; and there shalt thou serve other gods, wood and stone.

³⁷ And thou shalt become an astonishment, a proverb, and a byword, among all nations whither the Lord shall lead thee.

49 The Lord shall bring a nation against thee from far, from the end of the earth, as swift as the eagle flieth; a nation whose tongue thou shalt not understand;

50 A nation of fierce countenance, which shall not regard the person of the old, nor shew favour to the young.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NEW BEGINNING) A SENRYU

(Creation)
Suspended is man
Mesmerized by her beauty
Darkness becomes light

(A Whiff)
Such is her essence
Born of a stars explosion
She rendered splendid

(Queenly)
She is like the rain
Gently falling pon mans pain
Man is born anew

(Union)
Together as one
The world trembles as they step
None can stop their stride

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY