(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