(SPINDERFELLA)

What if?

What if all these people overstood that we were meant to be free... Some of that pure spirituality that you see in a babies eyes... What if? And life goes on unabated... So many lost in granduer... So many chasing it... Some run under by it as the world progressively moves on.

The needs of the many driven by created need.

What if?

I take a puff of the blunt, the smoke I exhale dissipating into the atmosphere... Layers upon layers... Levels upon levels, we standing on squares.

So much beauty as man rushes along heedlessly... He never stoping to check his wake to see what he has wrought... All this damage... Collectively.

The earth cries out to a darkened sky... Casting it's reflective light into the universe.

A sigh...

What if.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(WHO IS IT?)

I want to talk to you... Love been a mean motherfucker to me, done left me with the cover pulled over my head.

Imagine me, dreading another day.

Heart so empty I hear echoes everytime a bitch speak to me.

Love see?

So much promise and here lies love broken down and in agony.

I could a cried but all those tears would've watered was some foul ass seed.

I so low that worms could a pissed on me.

Walking among these people who my pain, my pain.

They could not see.

That was then this is now and love knocks on my door.

I wanna open it so bad.

I wanna open it so bad.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(RESURRECTION)

I was black in the womb.

I'mma be even blacker in the tomb.

Ain't got time to be scared cause I dwell in the darkest of the dark.

That born at the hands of Allah that was dropped in mans formation.

That pure tribal drum get down... Beatdown and bass thunder cross these theoretical plains.

Kick in does and bust motherfuckers brains... Splatter on a white wall.

A moment in these halls where all the doors require keys.

Sign and cornerstones and degrees.

Indoctrinated masses falling to their knees.

Jaws dropped in awe at this universally divine verse-ology.

Created in amniotic Chambers than span hue-man existence.

God's and goddesses born of Sons and Earth's.

No time to be scared as the youth they get shot on streetcorners... As babies are murdered at the hands of perverts.

My people strangers in an even stranger land.

These lyrics called reverse racism as so many linger in man made prisons... Some mental some physical, a caring shame as men bow their heads to false kings.

Presidents, dictators and despots, prophecy foretold as the masses blind are led straight to the seven hells.

Darkness flipped to light and formulated to verbally synchopated words.

I existing black floating in the womb... I who pounds on the walls of this mentally fabricated tomb... I whom hast removed the proverbial capping stone.

I am, The resurrection.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(NAVIGATIONAL)

I waan make you wetta... Wetta dan you ever been... A veritable ocean.

I sailing all on yo seas... the waves of yo undulating skin... Sipping of your salty waters... So inspiring the map carved into your skin.

I wanna make you shiver and shake... Scream my name... Ask me what I'm doing to you... Damn you taste great... Dribbling off my bearded chin... Yo ocean flowing and wetting the bed... Both my head's covered in your dew... My mind in beast mode... So fucked up on you.

Bounce that booty... Whew lawdddd... I just sprinkled a little bit... A lil skeet... Let me spank dat cheek... I Sinbad wanna plunder your treasure...

Wanna make you wetta dan you ever been...

I wanna sail yo ocean.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(ONE DAY)

TOPIC SUGGESTED BY SHERINA

The slave toiling looked up at the sky and wished for something different.

The sun shining in blue sky testified as he labored.

It penetrated the layers of his mind and laid them open.

So much pain, so little joy 

He looked over and saw his woman.

She was bent over working heavy with child, she looked at him and smiled.

Six months pregnant, toiling for an uncaring man.

His heart weeped tears.

His child would be born a slave just like he and her 

Like all these others surrounding them.

The overseer on his steed riding in the midst of them.

The other slaves whispered of Christmas, of the grand party the master would give.

Dancing and liquor, some new rags to cover their backs.

The slave working pondered these things.

Last night he had learned a new word, racism.

It was so profound a revelation, that they had a word for this hell.

He had heard it from a traveling man. A former slave who had run away. He now lived on the fringes. He moved in the darkness spreading light to the slaves that would hear.

His words had penetrated the slaves heart.

This slave his name unimportant because he was one of many. Irrelevant or so it would be said in future times. Told in church he should be happy he was a slave, told he should serve his master humbly and happy.

The cotton reminding him that winter was near.

Cold days and freezing nights.

Into this his child would be born. Another slave added to Massas roll. 

He played these things in his minds as the day dragged along, the sun traveling much like the man, spreading light.

Eventually it began to sink in the western sky and the slaves climbed on wagons to be returned to the shanties that they called home.

When they arrived they were counted and turned loose to go to their homes. 

He took her hand and they walked to their shack. She so beautiful that his breath caught in his throat. He had to tell her, such the way of things 

He sat her down and told her of his dreams, no more slavery, freedom for their child. Her eyes wide as he laid these things before her. 

In the end he simply grew quiet, no more to say. They looking at the crackling fire.

The words coming from her mouth as whisper yet so loud. "I'm going with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"What about our child?"

"One day he will thank us."

He placed his hand on her stomach and she placed hers on his.

They stood up and began to pack their things.

A knock upon the door.

He opened it.

The traveler stood there.

It is time to go my son.

She walked out before him, he looked around and closed the door.

End scene.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(EPIDERMICALLY)

Your skin makes me want to touch you... Run my fingers across it... Lick you in your most secret spaces.

Your skin makes me want to hear you moan and scream my name.

It almost drives me insane looking at you.

Such a delicious dish served warm.

Your skin undulates under that sundress, in those yoga pants.

It pushes at the front as camel toe and makes my manhood swell.

Makes me want to take my tongue and lap you up 

Your juice glistening in the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin.

Your skin makes me want to throw you on the bed, legs all spread.

Drive into you with maximum force, hear that expel of breath as your eyes grow wide and your hips gyrate.

Bend you over and spank that ass as the cum rising from my belly.

It causes me to roar your name.

Spilling out and coating you inside and out.

Soaks your thighs, the sheets and causes us to collapse expelled.

Your skin, your skin... Permeating my brain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

THE FIRST VOICE

The voice came from the dark... A spot of light in total black.

Who are you?

I am that motherfucker that a motherfucker don't wash see.

I am an eloquent beast.

I am the man that formed at the word be.

I am the infine being I See.

The voice speaks again.

Thou speaketh strong lyrics I See. A true testament to the lineage of kings.

You follow the straight line and navigate the crooked.

What is thou purpose I See?

My purpose is to spread the truth that's been diluted.

That which has been distorted, twisted and convoluted. I use any means at my disposal.

I am enemy to many, I have just as many friends.

I am balance on a lopsided planet inhabited by beings who are held down by an ideological gravity.

My voice echoing across a theoretical Galaxy, planets held in place illuminati-cally.

Sun after son after sun after son living another's fantasy.

They thinking that's how it's supposed to be.

The voice speaks one last time a moment before I realize it's mine.

A spot of light in absolute darkness.

A moment in meditation, pineal connection.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(THE STRANGEST THING) A ONE WORD SUBMISSION PIECE

Here I come to bring you a bizarre tale, the fucked up shit is it's real.

Born of the red clay of Georgia fields and the fine sand of Florida beaches.

Of people who sought preeminence on the backs of others.

Men who crushed spirits and cut babies from wombs.

Shattered lives and stunted growth.

Mothers crying for the unborn who would grow up in this fucked up system.

Shit so fucked up it reads like a made up Yeti tale.

Some of that cringing by the fire as an elder speaks of demon and monsters.

Yet I'm the midst of this some were born enigblactic, proud of the melanin.

Proud of the people that they originated from.

Their very nature quintessence, they the calm in a tragic storm.

Their very words pure African wisdom.

Some would lable these tomes arcane.

They born Gnostic in a sea of misinformation.

Such a sordid tale as broken down metaphorically.

Tears on a lions cheeks.

So many have died, gone the way of Foxfire and other B movies.

Trash on the proverbial heap.

It's a wonder that joy still exists at all as this tale Is told on a December Eve in 2019.

So many still begging for scraps on bended knees as others live like Kings and Queens.

A social disease conceived and formulated on stolen ground.

I had to tell you my people.

It's such a bizarre tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

WORDS SUBMITTED BY:

LEE BIG : ENIGBLACTIC

KEITH : PREEMINENCE AND WORD

THOMAS : GROWTH

MUSTAFA : YETI

STEPHANIE ROBINSON: QUINTESSENCE

JAY WADE : GNOSTIC

DETROIT CAS : ARCANE

ROE :FOXFIRE

JOY HUNT: JOY

GAIL RUCKER : BIZARRE.

(SON FALLING TO EARTH)

You got my mind spinning.

A man descending in freefall.

So much heat and I... Wow!

I heavy in anticipation of all that you are.

Lying beneath me and I... Wow.

I savor the view.

So awe inspiring and the strings of my heart.

They play a stringently beautiful song.

Blood rushing through my ears.

The sound of mating crickets.

Your skin and I... Wow!

I want to lap of your flesh.

Make you wet... Skeet, skeet and skeet.

Just the beginning and I... Wow.

I want to follow your stretch marks.

Straight to your forest... Spread you and bring you to the brink.

The little death.

I holding on as you... Wow!

You orgasmical intrigue me.

Screams and moans echoing off the walls.

My mind in the sweetest state of turmoil.

You... Wow!

Got me spinning.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(THESE THINGS I BEQUEATH)

Like Lion emitting subsonic roar on african pain I have smelled thine scent.

My voice traveling for miles vibrating the air, shaking thine core.

I will follow thou to the ends of the Earth.

This need so great. I feel thee in mine Molton core. The font of mine beginnings.

Our union foretold of in the stars, in ancient legends buried beneath the sand of deserts, the sand of seas.

Beauty and her Savage beast.

I would rend the Earth for thee. Lasso a star and hand it to thee.

So inspiring art thou that I would merge lyricality, old to the new.

Create sonnets so beautiful that a future reader would be moved to tears.

Wet drops falling to the keyboard. Shimmering and glistening.

Like Lion I would not eat until I found thee. Mounted thee and made thee mine.

Our union producing the seeds of future generations.

Kings and Queens, emperor's and empresses, prophets spoken of in holy texts.

Thy beauty the blueprint for femininity... Mine the masculinity.

These things spoken into existence on the air that beats to the rhythm of these words.

I Lion would convey these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(HARD WATER)

There's nothing like a woman fresh from the shower.

Come here baby, let me see, fuckin wit my mentality.

If I were a sculptor I would remold you out of clay.

Splash little clear drops of glue on my finished piece.

Place you on my living room table and call you dew.

Show people your fine lines and speak of your levels.

Droplets forming rivulets and saturating my mind.

Stretch marks and that nappy hair on your head and mond veneris.

Oh my! Got to catch my breath.

Cool breeze on my teeth as I suck you in.

Drink of your divinity, oh Allah hast blessed me aplenty.

Such are the blessings bestowed on me.

I inhale and your scent makes me heady.

One more time and I may swoon.

Cleopatra and Nefertiti cross my mind.

Promises made in ancient times when my 34th removed grandfather was alive.

Right here right now and I looking at your dark brown skin.

You dripping and wet.

Oh my!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(IN HER)

She falls as stardust upon I a man planet.

Seeds of life and all that.

Her flesh born of the union of atoms stretching my universe.

In her I become the cosmos.

I invincible.

She falls as softly pattering raindrops upon I a man plain.

Life and all that.

Her rain flowing in all my levels.

Ponds, lakes, oceans and seas.

In her I am suspended transfixed.

I traveling.

She falls as blood flowing in I a man vein.

Tremendous pressure beating down.

Pounding down drums and all that.

Orgasmic spasms of pure ecstacy.

I dancing rhythmically.

She is the gas that I man smoke in a white owl green.

So sweet in my lungs.

Zen and all that.

I levitating radiating.

My shine and my 👑.

In her I Be.

I omnipotent.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(I MAN EXTENSION)

I man exist.

I man am conundrum.

Harder than trigonometry, harder to describe than quantum physics in a language you don't overstand.

I man a man in all my origins.

Born of sun and Earth, a pure ghetto denizin.

I mn inhabit planets in other galaxies.

I man interplanetary.

Other dimensions are my eventuality.

I am man seen.

God in mine being.

I man see.

I rock these keys.

I man soliloquy.

A keyboard fueled Rhapsody.

Such a vivid image across I man screen.

Pain and tragedy, happiness, love and ecstacy.

I man stepping into the crowd and spraying it up.

Adverb and verb hollow points, noun and pronoun mirror rounds.

I man Samuri with metaphor and hyperbole gleaming swords.

Evicerating truth from convoluted lies.

I man lingering in all these things.

Revelations in this reality.

I man among those who inhabit this hypocrisy.

I man.

Eye exist cosmically.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(60 SECOND REVOLUTION)

One minute here.
The next I be gone.
This tragedy my song.
I ain't even supposed to be here.
So many lost in the mix.
A moment walking in the Forest in Florida.
A mans many dimensions.
Vulture suspended overhead on the wing.
I below dropping these degrees.
I Man square the level.
Stand in my way I explode psyches.
A moment of time spent on a rock in the milky way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GUN, THE MIND AND THE DILEMNA)

Here I sit with this weapon in my hand... So much power... Mine or the guns?
This black steel representation of my masculinity.
I ponder.?
I could take so many lives... Become the king... No one with can stop my ascension... So many possibilities... So many probabilities... Life eventually finds out these dreams.
I ponder.?
A life behind bars... That prison life... Men as wives... So much pressure raining down pon me... I could die cause this gun breeds violent tendencies... Make them vivid realities... Force equal to force and all that... Sometimes innocent bystanders are the casualty...
I ponder.?
The Bible says no weapon formed shall prosper against we, but we still got guns... Whole empires formed on bullets hitting flesh... Dead bodies laid to rest, rotting in fertile earth... Children facing lives altered... A father, mother, sister, brother, baby gone...
I ponder.?
Here I sit with this weapon in my hand and on my mind... Black and White lines drawn in the sand... I crossing them.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHYYYYYY???)

Another child has died... A bullet has found another victim... A young life snuffed out like a candle... Darkness where light once existed.
I a man with tears running down his cheeks... Such a savage situation as the politicians and the NRA run through the masses holding hands... Another baby gone as the people mislead walk to the edge of the proverbial cliff... Standing at the brink of our own extinction... Guns got more rights than black people.
Why?! I a man scream at the heavens... At my bredren and my sister... At the people who see me as a crazy fool hollering at the top of my lungs... A baby's body growing cold on a slab in a mortuary.
When is it gonna end??? Who is going to make the change??? Goosebumps on I a man's skin as the reality of what we have become sinks in... What an awful thing that senseless death has become the norm... So tired of seeing caskets filled with children... So tired of seeing prisons filled with children... So tired of us calling each other nigga... So tired of people placing more value on shoes and clothes than actual education... Massa in the big house pimping us statistical... Black on black crime and teen motherhood... Drugs that he brought in tearing us to shreds... Foreigners running the stores that sell the beer, sell the cigarettes, sell the pork, sell the gas... Money that never circulates in our community.
I a man living with all this pain... Another one of our baby's is gone... The heavens would cry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YOU IN I VERSAL) HAIKU JIT SU SENRYU

(Earth)
The sheen of her skin
Prismatic in a man's mind.
She reflects sonshine

(Creation)
The heavens rejoice
In each other are they found
Supernova born

(Memories)
She in his layers
They entwined have seen so much
Would that they forget

(Knowledge)
He traveling bard
Singing Nubian praises
Who would hear his tale

(Finis)
He would digress
Swirling visions centered she
The soliloquy

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THIS SHIT DON'T MAKE NO SENSE) DO IT NOW

In these times the people they are on disconnect... All this fucked up shit happening right in motherfuckers eyes and still they no see... So much suffering in the midst of all this plenty... Land as far as a man can see...
So many crowded in city streets. So much insanity labeled mental as long as it's Caucasian... As long as the shooter looks like them... Motherfuckers out here want me to feel pity... Not for the motherfucking beast... Not in this reality... Whole countries decimated to rubble by barbaric needs... Guns and pussy... Crosses and cannons... Trump on the TV pushing racist regime... White superiority the speech on repeat... Preachers on the pulpit praying to the system... God having become an afterthought... White Jesus the mentality reigning supreme... These nightmares are fragments of the Amerikkkan dream... Babes suckling at the breast of the machine... Kindergarten all the way to college... Pawns suffering under corrupt ass kings and queens... Babies twerking on phone and laptop screens... Gunshots in Walmart... Dead bodies and bone chilling screams... The end descending upon us it seems... So much summed up in such simplistic memes... In other times we would've went to war by now...
In these times these words fall in synchopated lines... In these times they fall on deaf ears... In these motherfucking times they done flipped the motherfucking rhyme.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHE PLAYS MY FAVORITE SONG)

You know how you hear a song and it evokes so many memories?
Touches you in special places?
We got sad songs and happy songs, love songs and hate songs .
Some days now she is that song. So many emotions and I. I don't know but I want her in my life.
I like her song... She reminds me of where I come from... The good and the bad, the reality of it all.
I remember her all soft and sweet like milk chocolate.
I remember her hard like the ghettos where we roamed.
Her voice a moment of calm in a terrifyingly real storm.
Broken glass and shattered lives.
Bass beating in Cadillac trunks.
Big rims and the tap, tap, of gunshots.
Police badges glinting in the streetlight shining down.
So many days walking on concrete and surrounded by bricks, glass and steel.
The sounds of life urban in a man made jungle.
Drumbeats and heartbeats fading into the city nights.
Her on I man mind.
So stringent the sound, her tweaking my strings.
The most eloquently sweet song playing in stereo, the melody, so exquisitely unique.
Ahhhh...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(STANDING IN THE RAIN SCREAMING AT THE SKY) A HAIKU JIT SU SENRYU

(Hydration)
The rain gently falls
Metaphorical in nature
Man stands awestruck

(Hypothetically)
She lingers as drops
Trickling softly down his cheeks
Tempestuously

(Scientifically)
Sparks of light, insight
The essentiality we
Such a mystery

(Spiritually)
Man would ask of she
Eyes cast universally
Silence his answer

(Poetically)
Such a savage thing
This emotion love a beast
Man exits stage right

(Expressed)
Footprints testify
Warriors pass silently
Once he sought of love

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT THIS MOUTH DO)

Let me show you what this mouth do.
How it works.
It's been so long since I've had the chance to do my favorite thing to a woman.
To savor of her flavor, to lick of her fount.
To see her arch as I flick a likkle bit at her clit.
To run my tongue from the bottom of her punani to the top.
Plunge it in.
Push her legs back and see her open up to me.
See that punani pout.
Hear her breath escape from her lips as I lick at her lotus petals.
Let me show you what this mouth do.
How I flutter and hum.
Make that man in the boat stand up.
I wanna make you scream and moan.
Say my name.
Say my motherfucking name.
I wanna drive you insane.
Your droplets glistening in my beard.
I savoring of your essence.
Your juice my sustenance.
The reason for my existence.
Let me show you what this mouth do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE DO OVER) THE STRINGS OF MY HEART

Since I saw you again all I got on my mind is you... So many memories and all I see is we... Shoulda said these things way back then... Shoulda but you were in his arms... Broke my heart every time I saw you hug him... Everytime you called him bae... My emotions so tucked away... The pain of my past, see? You such a vivid image in my periphery... I so silent in my misery... I so wanting to be the one to hold you... To be your King... You my queen... So many years... So many tears... Falling, falling into my layers... My anguished psyche... These words chained away... My dreams... My dreams... I waking up looking for you... Reaching out... You so far away yet so near... So beautiful that I can't catch my breath... Can't slow my racing blood... So hard to keep these words contained... I man so damn glad to see you again... This is my do over... This is my soft song... Please play it on repeat... Please my queen listen to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALL IN MY MIND) DEDICATED TO CHANNON.

I can't get you off my mind... I wake up and there you are... Your smile, your smell, your eyes... Penetrating the hardest levels of I mans mind... Places that I never could have thought would reopen... Love such a long lost emotion... Locked away behind a theoretical steel door... Rusty hinges and a long lost key... I walking away... Head held down... Alone in a savage landscape... Lions, tigers and bears... Scars on my soul... Scars on my skin... I should have said these things so long ago... Sung this song... Put these words to music... Woahhh... Woahhhh... You a 💎, an emerald, a Ruby... These pieces of a mans ❤️ dropping on this pages... Tears of elation running down the crevasses of my face... Thanks to Allah for your creation... Thanks to Allah for bringing you as soothing rain... Life springing from my desert floor... A tangible mirage shimmering in my dusty core... A sip of your H2O... Sustenance for a starving man... So many thoughts... So many feelings... I don't ever wanna lose you no more... My only mission to make you feel like a queen no matter how hard life seems... Even in my waking I savor these dreams... Oh my queen... Oh my queen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YOU AND ONLY YOU)
DEDICATED TO HER

You enter my mind like a meteor screaming to Earth in free fall.
Your skin such a vivid memory, the way the sun reflects off of your chocolaty... I was shattered into tiny fragmented ❤️'s the first time I laid eyes on you.
My love littering the ground like soft 🌹petals.
I don't care how mad I've seen you your voice could never irritate me... It falling on my soul like water softly pattering over a placid waterfall.
Each moment I was around you locked in a treasure chest in my tormented mind.
Jewels glinting in the darkness where the essential me is found... These words I should have spoken so long ago... Even if they wouldn't have changed a thing.
ur situation I mean.
Me in other women's arms, you in another man's... Both of us so incomplete.
All these years I have held these things in the vault of my being.
The way I have loved thee.
My feelings, my hopes, my dream of we.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THESE TIMES THEY ARE A TRYING)
THESE AMERIKKKAN STREETS

And here we are in these modern times living under primitive mindsets... Kings and queens... Presidents and despots... All that fucked up shit... Fuck that shit... So much potential and these humans linger in a twisted concept... Meat on the killing floor... Flames of hate searing their flesh... This could have been a euphoria... A grand diaspora... We coulda been across space... Dogon knowledge gone  to waste... Shit in a toilet... Flushed down the drain... Oh the pain... Oh the fucking pain... The planet crying under a full moon... So much done changed while remaining the same... Oak trees and courtrooms... Facebook and Twitter racist as fuck... These modern times ruled by savages... So much suffering... We these denizens...
These trying times.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MAN SUSPENDED IN THE CLOUDS) GANJA DEN

And what of the man who sees who stands on the corner?
Such a delicate balance of all these things.
How simply simplistic could it be obtained... These beasts pounding on theoretical and theological chests.
Whole cities and countries marching to war.
A bee landing on a flower as all is life.
Such a beautiful image disturbed by the sound of body to ground... The man who sees asking why and the rays of the sun get hotter.
Screams and the sound of a catastrophe clashing in man's mind.
Such a delicate ballet as the rich dine at overflowing tables... Bones of the mentally enslaved on their plates... Those who would follow Kings instead of principalities... Such savagery.
Children in the poorest neighborhoods still play... Laughter ringing off the walls... The prophets being reborn in the ghettos cause that's where they come from... The men who stand guard on the corners and watch this shit go down.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE ACTUALITY OF ALL THIS ACCOUNTABILITY)

We been living under this savage system so long.
Our ancestors lying in stolen ground, been dead and gone.
Babies born in the grip of poverty, we living in a system of of no accountability.
Not from the clergy, the government, nor from these streets, seen?
And here we are in a new century still calling each other niggas, bitches and hoes, buying cars, shoes and clothes.
We dying for these things that have no real value cause if you died today you can't take none of that shit to your grave... Can't leave it to your kids cause you still making payments.
Heir property don't extend to anything but tangible things.
Such a sad reality as black life don't mean a fucking thing... Not to the police, the courts or the government, seen?
Such a savage system foretold in holy scrolls that interpreted by preachers became the chains of slavery.
A moment in the land of the free and the home of the brave...
A moment suspended in this insanity.
We been living under this shit for far to long.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF HEAVENLY LOVE WOULD'ST I MAN SPEAK) DEDICATED TO AND INSPIRED BY TOYA.

I have loved you since the beginning of time... Every since the first day I opened my eyes in recognition.
I a newly created man awakening on a world of plenty... It continuing for as far as I could see.
Men in later times would make books which would speak of we... Osiris and Isis, Adam and Eve... The beginnings of humanity.
We so in love that our unions would be spoken of until these modern times... When these modern times are our children's ancient his-story.
I have seen your face in my vivid dreams which wake me up breathing rapidly... Sheets wet with the fluid of our sex... I trying to hold on to the memories... Begging to know your name.
I walking have looked in nooks and crannies, In the massive crowds, clubs and churches, temples and masjids... Such a daunting task as I have faced the jubilations and the heartbreak, the pure pain and the agony alone.
Surrounded by these beings who have their own problems... My mind in such a vivid quandary... I in my seeking have prayed on bended knee, as I walked among humanity... All to no avail.
You remind me of these things every time I glance of thee, so far away yet so near... The fulfilment of all my dreams in sleeping and waking, I in holding your hands in conveying these things.
If only... If only...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LET ME EXPLAIN) INSPIRED BY TOYA

Everytime I see you I just wanna throw you down and lick the melanin outta your crevasses.
I'm talking bout lick you till you moan and cream, scream and skeet.
Push your legs back and kiss your lips, lap your clit, play with your tittie's, twist you nips just a lil bit.
Everytime I see you I have such vivid visions that they send me into over spin.
You such a delectably yummy treat. Your skin the catalyst to my freaky, your voice the song playing in my mind the lounge that I linger in, in you I am found as the blood in my phallus pound, pound, pounds.
It straining in it's skin, striving to be encased in your punani the sheath. So much allegory to explain something of such simplicity.
We butt ass naked and seeking this release, you the victim and I the beast or is the other way around as I turn you over and take you from behind?
Pulling you back and forth on my engorged meat, spanking your ass cheeks, biting your back, your neck, pulling your hair.
You gone feel this in the morning.
Everytime.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

In the beginning all was blackness and man dwelled in the blackness of who he was.
The melanin in his skin testifying to who he was.
In the beginning man knew of his connection to all things, his responsibility.
Man and animal one.
Man and God one, man who had come from the heart of an exploded 🌟 and erupted on the scene supreme.
His DNA encoded spirally with the beginnings of all the other races, they would be born of his loins and populate the surface of planet Earth.
All formed of the darkness they would gradually grow lighter, cast out as lepers they would form colony's and move North.
Eventually settling in the mountains they lived as animals and forgot the ways of man.
All the while man building great cities and pyramids would forget about them.
Time would move on and the outcaste would become the Caucasian.
Man in his infancy thought that he could tame these beings. He would welcome him into his schools and universities, the Greeks and the Romans them
Teach them the knowledge and the oaths, teach them the deadly strokes.
Hieroglyphics and alphabetics, mathematics and philosophy.
The most delicate game psychology.

(I MAN IN RETROSPECT)

Here I man sit lost in these thoughts roaming free in mine thoughts.
So many experiences and I man take a breath of the cosmos for I man dwell in everything, everything in I man.
I man have felt so happy, so sad.
All of these things on I man's mind.
The woman I man dreamed of and the women that I man found.
Of love so tangible it had a taste... Bittersweet if I man recollect as it ended, twisted and jumbled on the dressing floor.
I man pirouette.
She lingers in I mans epidermis, fills the crevasses of I mans psyche, her smell permeating the caverns of I mans subconscious.
I man, so lonely in this plethora, no one to share these things, I mans tears falling into the pool of blackness from whence I man came.
Echoes of I man resounding off the walls.
I man falling, falling.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE UTTER INSANITY)

And what of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger on the inside looking out... The outside looking in?
This world spinning out of control as dictated by evil regimes and lofty democracies.
What of the babies who thus enslaved will live others dreams... What of our progeny?
So much pain that could have been avoided... So many tears of aggravation... So many lives lost to feed the beast.
Wars, famine and embargoes...
Politicians dining at the table of plenty...  Babies dying because of greed, of poverty... Politicians blaming it on the masses... Rampant crime and utter insanity... These things the traveler sees... Man praying to a God that exists in him... Pimped on the street corner religion... Splayed like dirty whores.
Calling themselves free as they serve the worst slavery ignominy... Right in front of their friends and family as they dance to the rhythmic beat.
What of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger who bears witness to these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOSING AND FINDING LOVE FRAGMENTED AND FRACTURED)

So many lost in States of distrust... Past relationships clouding judgement... Such disharmony as love takes a savage beating...

She is calming
Falling across man's soul
Such soothing music

Bruised spirits dwelling in states suspended... Stuck in moments in time... Screams echoing into the depths of the abyss.

He is calming
He has become solid rock
His foundations strong

So much pain... Such apathy... Questions of who, what and why me... Such vivid dreams shattering deep sleep.

Tales of birds and bees
Twain they are the harmony
The promise foretold

So many so hurt that they can't be healed... Such a shame as we exist in all this beauty... Love but a fraction of a thought away... Past is past, today is today.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGE FI SAVAGE SEE) A WORD SUBMISSION PIECE.

Here we are my people in the future... Our ancestors ghosts crying continuously from the pictures of our past... Hanging from trees and being attacked by dogs... Savage images of the supposedly civilised as they picked a brother... Killed him heinously.
Shit ain't changed in Liberia... Shit ain't changed in Sierra Leone... Shit ain't changed in Washington DC... Shit ain't changed on these streets... Black life it seems still ain't shit in this our brutal reality.
And what of Black Love as it dangles so succinctly... Oh the fucking irony as yet another black baby loses its life to black crime and insensitivity... Preachers standing in the places where warriors should be... Such an orchestrated insanity banging rather synaptically... If only these beings spoke this language universally... Black power born of an ever pressing need... The red, the gold, the black and the green... This thing... This unity, it shining in the distance, it shimmering in it's luminescence... So many afraid of it's presence... Scared at the end of all this slavery... Praying to white God to save them from a white shaitan... Such a fucking conundrum... Success but a changed mentality away... A reeducated child away... A new religiosity away...
Here we are my people in the future... What you gone do?

John Swatz: Liberia, Black Love and Ghost
Ellen Butterfly Allen. Language
Eddie Felton: Success
Hyrim Ether: Shine
Thomas Nickolas: Irony

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

L

(Simplicity)
Man born of Earth's soil
Oceans running through his veins
He was born a God

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SINCE I MET HER)

This woman.
I look into her eyes and I'm just as fucked up as the first time I heard her voice. Each time I hear it I drink of it. She's got me fucked up.
I don't want her to know. I am a Lion, we don't roll like that.
We just came from the beach, waking and talking, smoking a little and talking some more. I have promised her I will show her the world as I see it. The beauty of it all. If only people overstood yen and yang and all that.
She turns to walk away and it is ballet thickened. Her wide hips swaying, all that booty. Told you I was lost. Her skin the color of melted chocolate. Her eyes the brown of trees leaves in fall.
We drive back to the city and I admire her legs as she drives.
The sundress she wears accenting her curves. We talk she smiles, I glow inside.
When we reach her house it's twilight and she walks around closing curtains and shit. I am just fucking mesmerized. Caught up in her.
She says my name and snaps me back to reality. Asks me if I want a drink. I take water. She smiles, again and again. We talk and I find myself amazed at her depth.
She tells me to sit. She wants to freshen up. I sip on my water and play with my phone. I'm writing about her she just don't know. I hear the water running and I look up. There is a mirror in her bedroom and I am surprised to find that I can see her as she slowly slips the dress over her head. There she stands and I look from her body to her face and she's looking directly at me.
I find myself in the bedroom holding her in my arms. I do know how the fuck I got here and I don't care. I place my hand into the moist warmth of her mound and she moans.
I feel it in my bones. The Jones. I kiss her gently upon her lips, she thrusts her tongue I to my mouth and I suck strongly.
I gently lay her back on the bed and sick her nipples, one at a time. My finger on her clit. She arching, she sighs.
I move down and spread her legs while pushing them back. A flick, a lick. I hear her moans and that just makes me want to hear them more. I suck on her clit, take my mouth off it and use the tip of my tongue while shaking my head from side to side and she tries to push my head back, hold it in.
She cums and I stand, my manhood stands erect right in her face and she licks the tip while looking me in my eyes. Fucks me up and I moan as she spits on my meat and swallows as much as she can. Oh my God! She knows what she's doing and I don't know what to do with my hands. I place one on her head, she doesn't resist. I ask her how much she can swallow and she sinks all the way down. I cry out. This shit feels so good. Just plain fucked up.
I stop her and turn her around, her pussy hangs phat between her legs and I plunge in, push her forth and pull her back, slap her jiggling ass cheeks, pull her hair, reach around and grab her breasts.
I stop and turn her over and look into her eyes. Fucks me up all again and I push her back and spread her legs while looking at her sex. So phat, so pretty. I push her legs as far back as I can and her feet touch the bed. Oh my! I'm finna fuck this pussy up and I drive into her. Stand up in it as she begs me to fuck her hard, to make her cum.
We fuck until I feel my nut rising, she screams that she's about to cum again and that's all it takes, I erupt into her and let her legs down, I lay in her and kiss her as my dick goes down. We wipe each other and talk until the sun rises.
I'm just so fucked up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(PINEAL OBSERVATIONS OF THESE THINGS) THANKS FOR THE PHOTO STARLET.

I man born of the cosmos... I man standing on this rock hurting through space.
A moment as I man linger in this space time continuum... Observe these beings... Such a lovely soliloquy... Such an awful travesty... They having lost their identity through the ages... They becoming these fragments of all they could have been... Humanity a word used to convey compassion in a world where there is none.
I man looking at their religion... All of them... I man crying... Tears vaporizing and becoming the clouds... Raining back down and promoting growth... Running down bloody gutters... I man seeing so much violent crime... Lives flowing back in the flow... Laughter ringing out and I man watch children play... I man maintaining a straight face as I man navigate these corridors and halls... This mansion having so many doors... I man observing these things... Eye man see.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE CURSE OF KNOWING) THE ADVENTURES OF THE LONESOME STRANGER.
THE BIOGRAPHY OF JERALD MURPHY

All I ever really wanted to do was tell my story. The things I'd seen. The injustices, the tragedies, the triumphs. When I was a child I started to read everyday, everything I could. Every book I could find no matter what, the dictionary, the encyclopedias, books on love, books on war, psychology, sociology, witchcraft, voodoo, transcendence.
I knew I was not Christian and would never be. I didn't know what I was but I knew I wasn't going to find what I was looking for in any church.
To much man mixed up in something that they were selling as pure.
By the time I was a teenager I was formidable in any situation. An anomaly in the project's I came from, able to make a motherfucker pick up a gun or put one down.
There wasn't a woman who could resist me if I wanted her. Divorced, separated single or married, at one time I kind of based my existence on that fact. It made me a hated man at a very early age. It also didn't help that I really didn't give a fuck, that I didn't care if I lived or died.
I think I was around 15 years old when the Empire Strikes Back hit the movie screen. I was hanging out with my crew from the projects and we scrapped up the money for one of us to get into the theater and open the back door for the rest of us to get in.
By the scene where Yoda raised the X Wing from the swamp my friends had decided that would be my nickname. I was kinda pissed off and I was like "I ain't no lil green motherfucker." My crew was like "You like Yoda cause you magic nigga. You be walking in places and fucking up white folks minds. You know everything."
I was blown. My name has been Yoda every since. If you ever go around people who actually know me and say Jerald Murphy they will ask you who the fuck that is.
I have done things that I'm not proud of till this day. Life sentence shit.
By the time I was 15 my mom used to always say if you call me I know you're in trouble cause I would disappear for long periods of time. Be in other cities and shit.
I was running drugs and had a run to Jacksonville every week as well as numerous drops in Tallahassee. Older dudes trusted me cause I grew up in the bars and alleys of Tallahassee, I had been around everything, kilos, hoes, murder and mayhem and I knew one thing, I ain't seen shit. At most times I had a girl around my age but I was fucking grown women for perks, clothes and money.
Even the older men I hung around knew of my reputation.
I was trusted in the nightclubs and even helped run one in Frenchtown, I was ordering thousands of dollars worth of liquor and beer by the time I was 16, paying the beer distributer in cash.
I was on top of the world, I was loved, I was hated. An inch away from the penitentiary and didn't give a fuck.

If you would like me to continue this story please let me know in the comments.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FOR THE LOVE OF THE QUEENS)
DONETTA SUBMITTED THE WORD. MISOGYNY.

It seems as if in these times the African woman henceforth to be referred to as the black Queen, has become the sad victim of misogyny.
Her name drug through the mud and hung dirty and rotten off the branch of a metaphorical oak tree.
Black men standing around, some with their heads bowed in sorrow, some weeping tears that fall to the dirt below, a few gripping guns.
In the background are the ones who having been fully whitewashed have destroyed them from within, their white prizes hanging from their arms.
They living the lie, imagining that they fit in, all the while the reality is that they are tokens.
They hating the very loins that they came from, kicking and screaming from slavery and segregation, only a generation away.
The times they are a changing as the little black boys don't wanna be men, they in their fancy dresses and showing their drawers, looking like clowns and proud of it.
All these beautiful black Queens, all this black beauty
So sad the song as we fade into the mist.
We these victims of this self hate, would that it could be as vapor and dissipate.
The men standing at the aforementioned metaphorical tree turn to walk away, the ones with the guns begin to lay waste.
It's time for a new day.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A TALE OF KINGS, QUEENS AND THE BRUTALITY OF REALITY)
A COLLABORATION FEATURING LANA JOSEPH

L
I need no filter
I learned to stand while falling down
Always smiling just to get through
I learned early in life justice wasn’t blind it was bought
This is why I run thin lines with blank sheets
I actually enjoy walking out of boundaries
I am partial to walking streets with no chalk
outlining dead bodies and purple marks

J
What filter... I lost mine in these streets.
Strong like Cuban coffee I expel this verbology like linguistic Tai Chi.
Calming for a worried soul... I drop closed mentalities into a deep dark hole.
Where I come from shit wasn't easy, I the calming, I the Savage beast.
Existing in planes outside of mere human visibility, inter-dimensional, I the nigga who became a king.
Once just a cog I formally known as man became a walking God.
A moment of calm lingering in the garden... A figure superimposed on a park bench... Blood turning brown on a sidewalk the testimony to who and what we've become.

L
It is true my beloved brother and King…
family and friends are being snuffed away--- here today
Gone TODAY, not just gone tomorrow, that is not the reality
I sit here thinking about my dearly departed cousin
I planned to see him and my PA family soon
We got the tragic phone call late at night, cuz is dead
Shot 3 times through his closed door with lead
The tragedy is that he was murdered on the heels of my Grandfather
My gentle giant was given a lethal dose of morphine
These phenes don’t care about human beings
Money and greed is the evil poison ruling the world
this solar existence of mine continues to prove that my black is deadly
Way too many scenarios where our people are checkin’ outta here
I realize in life, we must stay focused...
FOCUSED...
cause life is not about hocus pocus

J
Such a sad thing to hear of your tragedies... The crushing weight of all these travesties.
This world so promising having become a killing floor... Splintered souls glittering... Sharpened shards penetrating so deeply.
My son having gone before me... My brother... Two young Queen's I met on my journey murdered savagely.
And here we are living to open our eyes another day... So much hope as the waking sun breaks through the majestic trees.
The smell of ozone after a thunderstorm... So much beauty in the midst of all this confusion and brutality... We the seed of life sprouting from this fertilizer ground.
Our ancestors the dust that we are created from... The air that we breathe.
So many who only see the material while missing what's tangible... Struck blind by those standing on pulpits selling insanity... Omnipotence but a thought away... If only we would part the veil... We harboring magic in every beat of our hearts... So afraid of who we really are as we embrace these false identities... Shadows of what we could have been... We these lost Lions living as fallen sheep... Our black skin covering our shame... It's enough to drive a Hue-man insane... Make a hue-woman shun her true name...
This hocus pocus such a crushing reality.

L
Thank you brother King for your acknowledgement of lost souls and for standing tall for me…
for us… for we… for all… for everyone who have not arrived where we are
in a spiritual realm of consciousness… one must remove the veil of the liars lair
Choices are given, yet some are indeed covering shame within our black skin
I work tirelessly doing my best to uplift our Kings and Queens to a higher level of self
Until we, the adults master love, and God and our god within power that raises souls for good
and not false pride that comes before the fall, I keep getting up with gratitude for being blessed another day to love on my family, eXtended family and true fierce friends...
Until we understand to differentiate between our Creator’s voice and the evil one’s...
many more lives will be swallowed up by steel weapons for mass destruction
Yes beloved King, our Ancestors planted the good seeds in us and left us blueprints
We can certainly follow those traits to help us refrain from mirrored illusions
They are indeed watching us all, as we stand tall in their shoes walking a thousand miles
Some to nowhere he or she is going fast; we must take the reigns willingly, carrying mindsets
FREE… free of negativity and toxicity… to lead... one must follow the great ancestral wisdoms
Until we, the adults fight to protect young brains from lethal doses of hate, crime and shame
it will be much more difficult... to eradicate our communities from incessant red rain.

Written by JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and Lana Joseph.

(I AM ALL THESE THINGS)
AN ALTER EGO EXCURSION INTO THE BEING WE.

Jerald
Everytime I look at you I see infinity... The possibilities so limitless that I am found wandering in a void... Floating in nothingness and all.
I who have trod these streets alone... Lived through the good and the bad as one... All I wanted was to one day meet my queen... To look into her eyes.

The Beast
Everytime I see you I swear I smell your pussy... It's tantalizing aroma... Such a succinctly subtle thing... It making me want to rub my fingers against your clit... To feel your moistness... To lick it... See how it tastes.
I imagine you erupting into my mouth... I drinking of you... Standing up and kissing you... My hard and heavy dick rubbing against you belly... Between your legs.

Jerald
A moment as I compose myself... What could I say to you... How can I get you to overstand... Your are the most magnificent manifestation of woman I have ever seen... You have piqued my interest in ways no other could... I have smiled for you... Such a fragile thing this joy... Buried six feet deep in my blackened soul... The embers of loves fire having turned to cold ash... The rains washing them into the grains of sand... They becoming dust.

The Beast
A moment as I compose myself... Not to fast as I rub my head against your pussy lips... It trailing a sticky line of my pre-cum... Your juices having mingled with mine... I throwing you back on the bed... Spanking your clit with my dick head... So much noise... Is that me yelling?
I so caught up in the rapture... It's all so instinctual... I succumbing to my primal nature... Pushing your legs back I am caught up in this vision spread beneath me... The loveliness of your phat punani... Such a willing victim... A participant to my sexsanity... I cum atomically.

Jerald
So hard to look away... All these thoughts in such a small space... I so enamored that these words I wish would change your perception... Make you see the being me... A second away from my eventual evaporation... I would envision thee.

The Beast
We lying in the aftermath... Sheets tangled and breathing heavily... I your slave as surely as you are mine... I the Beast reach over and place my hand on your breast... Damn... You blow my mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CONSCRILILLA) A POETIC SENRYU CONFIGURATION

The clouds passing by are grey today... Tiny drips of water... The rain comes.

And I think of her
Hypothetical, so pure
She is but a dream

Another day of life... Of planning... Of getting it right or wrong.
In a distant future we are the ancient ones.

She is shining star
I a planet in orbit
Flowers smell so good

These lives so intricately entwined... The smallest microorganisms faded into extinction... Affecting the greatest things... If only... If only..

Sunrise she is gone
Eyes open I am alone
I awake man sigh

Each rotation brings us closer to the end... None knows the day or time... The inevitable outcome of all this hate and hostility... So many so focused on the material... Forgetting that it's all man-made bullshit and fragile systems of control...
That a tree dying in South America could cause planetary collapse... The way we see such a disease... We the cure... We the virus.

She lingering breeze
I close my eyes to see her
We subconsciously

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(AMERIKKKAN MENTALITY)

What is this Amerikkka to me... Been disenfranchised since I was made aware of my identity.
Cursed because of my black skin... I always saw this shit from a distance see?
Saw smoking crack bust my homeboy heart... Died on the corner where he got high... Nicknamed him One Time.
Saw my homeboy from Basin St get shot... Spinning into death like a ballerina... Saw his mama cry.
Took a 45 dead to the chest... To young to be laid to rest.
My big brother drank himself to to his grave... I miss my big brother more everyday... Guess this shit was just too much for him.
Done been locked up facing three life sentences... Took it to trial and beat them charges... White prosecutor ain't even shake my hand... Looked at me turned purple and ran.
See I grew up in the bricks and concrete where life is suspect... I the pure product of a government project gone astray... Paid attention at a very early age.
White Jesus ain't never appealed to me... One ain't never equaled three... This fool standing on a pulpit slanging insanity... Begging for my money... Begging for my soul.
Caint have none of that... I'm already living in hell.
Racism used so subtly that it's become the standard... To speak of it the crime... Designations and heightened time... Courtrooms stacked against we, public schools losing teachers see... White man still got the mob mentality.
Amerikkka... Thats what it means to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ANGELS DONT CRY... SO DRY YOUR EYES) A ONE WORD SUBMISSION SCRIBE

Such a sweet epiphany... This world, these lives.
Symphonic tones on a celestial harp... Angels singing in heavenly choirs.
These luscious images ripped from the cosmic all... Mamihlapinatapai... If only she could see as me... As I see.
Our existence infinitesimal if only we continued the ways of old.
Father as son as grandson, so on and so forth... Into the continuum.
Yet here we are... So many fascinated by the bling...
Bedazzled and confused by the nefarious ones.
They having become abomination... the self absorbed ones foretold of in holy scrolls.
One looking in from without would probably ponder these things... One looking out from within would cringe in horror at the hypocrisy.
The passionate way they sell these beings this desolation... Preachers and pimps dancing in adulation.
It seems the only ones who truly see exist in the state  apostasy... This could been such a lovely journey.
Instead it's become such an awful tragedy.
All these worlds... All these lives.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

REE: BLING
LATOYA: SWEET, LUSCIOUS
MUSTAFA: ABOMINATION
TIONNE: EPIPHANY
DONNETA: INFINITESIMAL
CHARLES: APOSTASY
ROBERT: NEFARIOUS
JUSTIFIED: PASSIONATE
GWEN: Mamihlapinatapai

(BLACK IDEOLOGICAL)

In darkness I am found... Even on the brightest of days I am found wandering in pitch blackness.
Such solitude in these halls where silence is my solid friend.
My voice an echo bouncing back... Again and again.
No bounds and I a man soar to the outer boundaries of I a man existence.
Suspended transitional in my transcendence.
Sparks of darkness in the darkest of dark... Zen in the yang where the inky air reverberates and resonates.
Triple stages where so many reside unawares... Sheep standing crowded in one corner, wolf standing in the other.
Dinner.
They who would defend these things... Vultures perched in bare trees...
World in turmoil... Man in blindness roams.
Lost in the darkest of the dark.
Where eye, am found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(🌞 AWAKENS SON)

Morning and the 🌞 arises... The son arises.
Light caresses the tops of the trees... The birds sing.
Air crisp is inhaled deep into lungs... Fresh is the day... Invigorating.
Bud of 🌹 hangs in anticipation... Warmth will draw it out.
Petals glistening in the ultraviolet rays.
The chitters of the squirrels and the buzzing of 🐝.
Allah suspended on the breeze.
Such promise in each passing millisecond... So many eventualities.
Such a vividly blue sky... Such a sight for man's 👀.
Son born of the very ground he walks upon... A product of nucleonic reactions and Subatomic particles.
Gods and Goddesses who would pontificate pon these degrees...
Schools of transcendent thought sprouting from places pineal... The deepest of the darkest and the most brilliant light.
🌞 arising pon Sons skin... A moment as peace is found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF BLOSSOMS AND WIND)

Sitting in the shade of the plum tree man is swept along on the scent of it's blossoms.
A never-ending journey as it lessons become apparent it's branches the letters transposed against a blue and white sky.
Al-‘Ankabūt spinning her gossamer web... Bird building nest... Car passing by.
Lives so far apart yet so entwined.
Nature and all that.
Mind drifting to far ancient times and deeper meanings and things.
The formation of the cosmos and ancient societies. Mans place in the deen and the ways of the dunya.
These beings we have become... A slight breeze and the branches shift a bit.
Words transcendent ripped from cosmic scrolls.
This the causality. Oh the fallacy of creating false God's... Of following false religion no matter where from.
The power within dismissed as men's words penetrate into seeking souls... Turn them into empty shells seeking fulfillment... Looking without while ignoring within.
Plane passing across the page... The sky.
Man descending from higher plane stands...
Lessons learned.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NOTHING NICE)

I've been thinking about you all day... How I wanna see you naked and spread.
A treat for my imagination... A blessing to behold... Food for a man's mind... Blessings for his thirsty soul.
The look in your eyes... So demur... Sending chills down my spine.
Your breasts so supple and full... Nipples at attention... Damn I wanna suck pon them.
Make you arch your back... Call my name... Say my name.
Shudders and moans... I holding tight.
The insides of your thighs shimmering wet... My hand on your clit... My finger... My tongue.
I lapping at the font of all Hue-man existence.
Primordial pheromones driving my need... Dick so hard it could fell trees.
The beauty of your flower...
The birds and the bees.
We suspended in the orgasmic causality.
Moans and screams of ecstasy... I behind you on my knees beating into your very soul.
Wetness, wetness spattering pon my belly... Splashing pon the sheets.
All day I been waiting for this.
Brang yo fine ass here.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BOOTY MAN INSANITY)

See the fucked up shit bout it is, I got a thing for female booties.
Some folks think its all about the big ass but realistically I just love all ass.
Some R Kelly mixed in I love all the booty.
Shaking, standing or firm I'm a self professed Gluteus Maximus man.
Not like normal, see?
I'm talking bout King Kong slanging buses and climbing buildings crazy.
Booty all in the corners of my mind.
Bent over and spread, labia hanging beneath.
Such a beautiful sight.
Call my name, call my motherfucking name insane.
Beast beating down on my temples, heart pounding in my phallus.
Booty, booty, booty and there I am found.
Sitting in the corner talking to myself.
Straight jacket can't contain the variations in the booty man.
Lost in fantastic thoughts of undulating cheeks.
Sweat and cum dripping to crumpled sheets.
Skin slapping as I man beat, beat, beat.
Come here my dear.
Damn I got a thang for booties.
Whew motherfucking weeee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FREESTYLEE)

Off into the cosmos, words ripped directly from star scrolls
Galactic drops and universal truths exposed.
We but shards shining in the light of a billion sun's.
Heiroglyphics carved in the bark of trees on distant worlds.
Our melanin filled skin carrying the coded DNA that created these beings.
🔥 clay and water coalescing and becoming these beings.
These men, these women who look to starry skies.
We seeking our beginnings while hurtling towards the end.
We being found in these synchopated nouns, adverbs and blazing metaphors.
A lonesome stranger standing on a street corner, shouting into the void.
We could be free, we could be free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOGISTICALLY)

He man though born of woman fell from the skies.
Son of an imploded Sun falling to the surface of the planet they would call Earth.
His being combination of carbon and water, his mentality helix formed in ancestral strands, his 💓 made of 🔥.
He man though born of woman having no beginnings, no ending.
Orders of Melchizedek and Essene priesthoods, wisdom brought forth from triple stages,  pineal and free.
Hue-man born fiery, a shining 🌟 for all to see.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAY MY NAME)

Such a delicate thing.
Almost a lesson in fragility.
The wings of a butterfly, the sting of a billion bees.
So lovely, so deadly.
My love, my love, I would seek of thee.

(Awakening)
Man mesmerized
Her being personified
Past, present, future.

Our existence still a mystery in the grand scheme.
We who would call ourselves these Suns of the Sun.
Daughters of the earth.
I would walk the entirety of this planet to glance into thine eyes.

(Scentsual)
She smells of the breeze
Her pheromones so unique
His soul awakens

A lonely griot, a wandering bard,  heiroglyphics drawn on a cyber wall.
Such a vivid image imprinted on the screen of a man's soul.
Man would peruse of thine mysteries.
The antithesis to his thesis.
Together so entwined.
We these definitions of all these lives.
Such a delicate thing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF WISDOM AND INSANITY)

And what of wisdom the hardest possession to obtain.
It lurking at the perimeter of all these things.
Wisdom living in the highest of places, wisdom hiding in the lowest of places.
All these things a lesson as black strands of hair turn grey, as old life fades away and new life begins.
Eyes of a babe as it takes it all in, processing information.
Practical applications and fleeting glimpses of sanity and insanity.
Whole societies falling because of conventional wisdom, rising from the ashes because of it.
So many having sought wisdom standing on street corners yelling it in broken sentences.
Victims of not being able to accept it's truth, it challenging the threshold of their existence.
Wisdom taking no pity on the weak or the strong, no regard for the mother nor the father.
Wisdom does not discriminate nor is based on age, once a person is burned they know 🔥, once wet they know water.
Wisdom so simplistic in it's simplicity is the hardest thing to find, it the direct enemy of closed minds.
Wisdom standing at the edge of blackness tattered and torn, wisdom rising from the depths having survived the storm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BUSS DOWN)

I drop solidly astronomically sound, see... I a preordained lyrical prodigy.
Falling from the depths of innerspace to the surface of the planet Out Of Place.
Shit just ain't all seems in the city of Sold On A Dream where poverty is the reality or so it seems.
So many lost in the State Of Confusion, lost in a world of illusion.
I supersonic in a freefall of fiery rain, a scab to sooth the blinding pain.
Son born at the heart of an exploded Sun, hue-man and universal one.
In the triple stages developed knowledge, they don't teach this in college.
Blazing and blinding, mesmerizing and binding, fused and winding.
Web of spider weaved so intricately that it moves in the breeze, so many ensnared in position bended knee.
Eyes squeezed shut as reality passes by, Angels in jalsa cry.
I drop hypnotically. I a product of an orchestrated society.
Oh the tragedy... Oh the travesty.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE DAWN OF A DEMENTED MINDS MORN)

These words that come from this pen, raining down as pineal sound bites.
Synchopated metaphors and hyperbole scribbled to these waiting pages, salve for the broken skin of a tortured psyche.
Mind Elevation born of an excursion into the jungle formed by these beings.
Concrete and asphalt built dreams crumbling down onto the dojo, Subconsciously.
Lyrical Wing Chun karate uleashed upon any friend or enemy who would attack.
This verbal Kung Fu so eloquent, a dancer interposed against a rugged landscape.
Love such a harsh teacher, the Motivation, tears trickling down cheeks the testimony to a learned lesson.
So often Ecstasy the prelude to jubilation, so often the prelude to pain, the meaning of yin and yang.
Hue-manity wandering in the desert Unknowing which borders the city Out Of Control.
Time but an illusion as the days wane awayyyy, awayyy.
A moment standing in the light realization, Jubilant in the illumination.
Signs, cornerstones and guideposts litter the horizon pointing to THE FINIS.

John swatz: Karate
Thomas nicolaus: motivation
Emaj: time
Monica: motivation
Janice: jubilant
Tayda:: love
Cynthia: ecstasy

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Video edited by @yodaddynasty JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.
FEATURING: Michael Jai White
Music by: Airlock.

(WHISPERS IN A MANS RESONANCE) WORD SUGGESTION WRITE.

Here a man sits oh so intrigued, all these things that span the vast universe of his mind.
These lives that so many live unfulfilled, shattered remnants of what they could have been, burned by the proximity of the sun.
Daedalus and Icarus,  spiraling down, pirouetting into rough seas.
So vivid these things as life rushes on, timeless in it's immensity, fading, fading.
Man taking in all these things, a breath, a sigh.
He missing simpler things, the days of a remembered youth, the fresh smell of a woman.
Breezes stir memories leaves, pineal or so it would seem.
Man numero uno as he reigns supreme in infinitesimal realms.
Levels, degrees, and squares, the masses sold on impossible dreams.
Oh the ethics of remaining silent in the face of so much insanity
The day it passes by, past, present and future, new beginnings.
Here a man sits intrigued.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

LATOYA SPENCER: INTRIGUED
DONETTA RHODES: TANGIBLE
GAIL WESTON SHAZOR: BURNED
KAREN COBB THURMAN: TIMELESS
REE PEE: UNO
Tionee Senat: ETHICS

(THE SWEETEST BURDEN) THANKS FOR THE WORD PROMPT LATOYA.

I will carry you in my ❤️ forever.
A piece of me as surely as these eyes I saw you with.
These hands I touched you with.
These tears in the waking hours, another dream.
I sigh.
So many memories and I would wish them away.
The pain.
So intriguing and I along for the journey.
So many lessons, some good, some bad.
I lost in a well of emotions and good intent.
I would stand in your defense against an army of haters.
So much inner turmoil as these days fall away.
The shadows growing longer as I alone wander this plane.
A griot, a bard, a misunderstood stranger.
Your smile imprinted on my soul.
I alone in this cave, contemplating these last moments.
A moment in the annals of man, a second cosmically.
I will carry you,
My 💓.
Forever.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKLICIOUS)

Damn I like you thick... All juicy and shit.
Them big ol thighs and a lil bit a belly, some mmm mmm mm shit.
Pretty punani... Oh my.
Damn I like you thick, legs pushed back and splayed to the side... Mmm mmm mmm finger lickin good goobly motherfucking goo.
All that and oh my I just dribble from my one eye.
Tears on my skin.
I cry for you.
Sticky drops glistening on my hardened skin.
Such a preponderance, I standing straight in anticipation... I plunging, plundering, going within.
Straight up fucked up in your thickness... Mind on a million... Stars, moons and spatial things.
I feel you in the spores distributed through the air... Pheromones and inhalation as I breathe you in.
Run my nose cross your epidermis... Run my tongue through your mom's veneris.
I beast...
You so thick...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

A one two

(HIEROGLYPHICALITY)

Such a flower art thou... Born melanin filled skin in an ancient time.
Thou leadest mens mind to stray... Such a vivid, awe inspiring display.
Jaw dropping, mind altering, mans psyche blown away.
Your formation so formidable that it is indeed a great wonder.
Man standing at the edge of your precipice struck silent.
A moment as man lingers in your scent, so delicate pon his psyche.
Mmmmm... Life flows unabated in the background.
Your construction leaving man in wonder.
Echoes... Echoes cross time reminding him of promises made in hieroglyphic times.
Lotus blossoms floating in ponds of koi... Colors so vibrant... So vivid.
Petals stirring in our wake
My flower... Ahhhh... My flower

(THE BARE NECESSITIES)

And what are we these beings of bone and flesh?
We covered in this melanic skin.
Our being defined as a soul, where does it emanate from?
Perhaps a spark in the synapses, light flashing microscopic in the darkness.
In the beginning and so on, 75 percent water that he looked upon.
Recognition and Hue-man was born.
A supercomputer was Hue-man as Hue-man strove to become.
Become what?
A simple minded parody, pimped by holy scrolls and systems preaching benevolence.
Babies dying of hunger in these streets, Hue- men freezing to death cause of greed.
These things we see viscerally.
If only, if only.
The pineal gland just an appendage along for the ride.
Wasted potential as mass confusion becomes the torn and tattered flag flapping in the savage wind.
Coulda been Gods walking in the clouds on the way to other galaxies.
A moment of silence.
This flesh... These bones.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HOLY SCROLLS) UNAPOLOGETIC SENRYU

(FAJR)
Morning comes from dark
Blue ribbon imprinted sky
Son awakes from night

(POTENTIAL)
Son sits in the dawn
Many possibilities
Only one outcome

(CREATION)
He is twain woman
They so intricately designed
Two becoming one

(SLAVERY)
They were universal
Held in place by the ten percent
They have become less

(APOGEE)
Suns cry fire for sons
Such a sad situation
Gods reduced to ash

(ASCENSION)
Five percent see truth
Dregs born of indifference
Future Kings and Queens

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THESE DAYS) HYPERACTIVE SENRYU

(PLATOONS)
The sun shines brilliant
Babylon awakes refreshed
Angels walk these streets

(APOCALYPTIC)
His tears are as rain
Falling on a darkened plain
Even in brightest light.

(BATTLE)
Oblivious man
The matrix is the reality
Angels cry at night
Jerald Murphy

(OF LOTUS BLOSSOMS)

She showed me her flower... A whiff of pheremones in the still air.
I man heady and fluttered by the scent sank to my knees and kissed her petals.
Engaged the stem.
So wet with her dew... A moment as I sank back and perused, blew a little breeze.
Watched as her forest trembled a bit.
I man so heavy that I man would make the mountains quake.
She hath encompassed me so.
Tears do my one eye cry... The beauty... The beauty.
I man would suck of her soul and sip of her essence.
The softness of her flesh would feel of my worshipping hands.
A pilgrimage to her temple where I finding peace would rest.
I man would sniff of her flower.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YO MAMMY) KISS MY BLACK ASS

I just wanna say from the bottom of my blackest heart formed in the pits of Babylon... Yo Mammy.
Coming in my face with your preconceived notions and your petty differences... Yo Mammy.
On that bitch ass bull shit and that pure fuckery... Yo Mammy.
Just throwing that on yo punk pussy ass bout a half a degree in the midst of your insanity... Yo Mammy mixed in the elaboration.
Pimped by the system... Yo Mammy.
Thank I give a damn... Yo Mammy.
Bout a battering ram... Yo Mammy.
I don't give a fucking fuck.
A pause in the midst of your fucked up psychology.
I just wanna take a moment to congratulate.
Yo Mammy.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FLUSTERED)

And here I sit thinking of you and you, whew, you blow my mind.
Our meeting resonating into a man's deepest Chambers.
Echoes across his annals of time.
Man in third person, looking out and reflecting in.
Like a whiff of feminine to nostril, one left, one right, straight woman drains spreading wings pon a man's brain.
That shit that makes some a dese men go straight insane, gotta say it street cause.
Reality.
Got me thinking of ancient time and distant futures, universal travelers speaking of true love.
Pineal connections and skeletal vibrations emanating from vibrant cores.
Rebirth and resurrections as tales are spread on new worlds of who we were.
Cultures born.
And here I sit.
Damn!
Contemplating you.

JERALD  HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FRIDAY MORNING IN NEW BABYLON) OF LOVE AND THE JONES

So fascinating, and I be trying to put her into perspective.
She such an elusive specimen and I the wonder filled observer.
So many mysteries that she keeps me enthralled.
I want to know she in the most intellectual ways, the most carnal of ways.
I would observe her in absolute awe until the day I no longer inhabit this mortal thread.
Her mind I would make ooze in braingasms as I the traveler would tell her of the worlds I've seen.
The galaxies I've crossed to find she.
I seeking to vibrate her very core, play on the strings of her heart.
A song so stringent that the pressure exerted would collapse suns, cause big bangs.
Darkness becoming light as new life forms would erupt from oceans never having seen birth.
Primitive societies painting we as gods and goddesses on cave walls and pyramids.
Civilization following in our wake, born of the union of Son and Earth.
We realized.
We theorized.
We in fruition.
We.
She and me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY