(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