(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