Here I am all in your synapses.

Massaging your neurons.

All off in your cerebral cortex and... And all I wanna say is.

I love yo freak... I mean the way you so sexualy unique... That magnifiq.

Just the right amount a juicy and I... I just be fucked up in you.

These words, this weave and homage to the being you.

Okay so it's election day. Once again black people in Amerikkka are voting for the comfortable candidate. 

Not the one who has their best interests at heart. One who cares.

It's really about time we changed the narrative and submitted our own candidate. About time we formed a black party, so to speak.

We are the most underrepresented in this country and it seems many of us are content with that. That's not kosher cause it has lead to our collective current situation. One where we are but tools for the system. Cogs in the machine. Integral but underrated.

It's time that we overstood the true power of money. How it plays such an important part in any quest for any potential true equality. What boycotting really means. Sit ins are cool but that's sheep thinking, protests and riots, to much bloodshed on our part. Boycott, I know y'all get scared when you hear that word having become so dependent on this system. On these people who are still thriving on the labor of your ancestors.

To be blunt, that's slave thinking to me and I would like to think we're quite past that.

Aren't we?

Jerald hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(MICRO EXPLORATIONS IN SEXUALITY)

So succulent and I would taste of you... Lap at the font of thine existence, our existence.

Bring forth thy waters flowing freely across my lips, my tongue and trolling into my beard.

Such sweet ambrosia that my manhood threatens to burst it's fleshy sheath... Volcanic pulsations preluding the eruption.

I the putty of creation in thine hands, I the spark, the big bang.

Thermonuclear reactions as we interact, sweat glistening pon our skin.

I tasting of your juices, you tasting of mine.

Golden ambrosia as mine aforementioned beard glistens in soft light.

As I part thy thighs and descend into thine depths.

I in freefall, a man entranced, lost in your widened eyes.

Kissing thy hardened nipples as my body doth quiver.

Pressure building from within, the release doth devastate mine beginnings, mine ends.

This the little death, I a willing participant falling away, awayyy.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(OF LOVE AND WAR)

And of love I would say, Tis a beautiful notion as I turn and walk away.

Love beating in every footfall that I make. 

My ❤️ torn away and having been rebuilt... Cybernetic and synthetic, made of this flesh, this blood.

Such is love which can never be forced, like volcano as it erupts.

Flower petals in the air coloring the scene unfolding.

Such a beautiful panorama to behold.

Love abundant in every fiber of I a man's being, it running rampant on the floor of I a man core.

We once such committed befriends, we once bitter enemies, love clouding I man vision.

180 and acrid is the taste that flows across I man taste buds, I man curled in fetal positions, left to contemplate in the depths of mine cave.

360 and the 🌞 rising, oh so bright, the return of I man sight as the birds they sing, such a poignant song, seen?

Love the companion as I man cross these deserts, as I man bend to sip from mountain stream, love cold and invigorating as it replenishes these degrees.

Leaves I man standing erect on the square, Lion in the jungle called these streets, I man who would be King 👑.

Love thrown into the forge and hardened, sharpened to a razor edge point, love glinting in the ultraviolet rays as it evicerating slices through the air.

Here I stand warrior reborn.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com Murphy

(INNER SPACIAL)

And here I sit watching all these things erupt from seeming nothingness.

Atoms prearranged and rearranged.

We but these flesh covered supercomputers.

Electrical impulses and free range thought superimposed planetary as the universe shines, such an intricate backdrop prosed as the universal knows.

I the very core of a fallen 🌟 which in freefall impacted planetary, maybe in the milky way, maybe on a planet in the constellation Serius B.

Such are the things I see pineally.

From the atomic to the mustard seed, from the ant to the mountains standing majestically, stages, signs and degrees as the children of pharaohs fall to their knees, prostrate and submit to these lyrics of divinity.

I but a bard sitting on concrete in a man made conundrum, oh ho hum as these days physical pass me by, as once I cried and once I laughed, I shall once pass away.

All these things I and I have seen will be but memories dissipating cosmically, I into the ether shall be.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

APOCALYPSE NOW

Angels descending from dappled skies... Clouds against the blue backdrop.

Tomes that add salve to ruptured brains nestled in fractured craniums... Man standing on the square tattered and torn.

Screaming he asks from whence these words come. They having tomented him so long... He but a traveler in this time continuum where things strange are norm.

Old ideals keeping so many in chains... Plugged in yet plugged out... Who hast released this bitter sickness as it raveges the land... Knowledge the fallen victim cries as it dies, arm outstretched as it gasps it's last breath.

Such a poignant ballet as the prophet weeps blood tears, fragments of his shattered soul pirouetting in the bitter winds.

Shouting God words against the deafening din as the aforementioned angels they descend... Thy wouldst behold the pale horse as it touches down... Thundering hooves and fire in it's eyes... It's rider snatching souls.

With these words the prophet ascends... enraptured.

JREALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

ONE SHOT A PUNANI A DAY

Pussy or the pursuit therof.

Tis the real conundrum, as I sit here watching a praying mantis pursue his prize and die all for a nut.

Pussy is the cause of all war, motherfuckers killing whole nation's to prove their prowess.

Protect their women, motherfuckers pounding on metaphorical chests, holding metaphorical balls.

Ain't that some shit?

Even got Lesbians fighting over it, city streets and prison.

Pussy is some strong shit.

One whiff and Poof! Yo ass is gone, off doing some of the dumbest shit you ever done.

Chin all poked out and breathing fyah.

I thought pussy was supposed to bring calm, make a man fall to blissful sleep, sweet dreams, fairy-tales and shit.

Pink and light blue backgrounds with little midget women running around... Yet I digress.

Pussy causes all war.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(SALTY WATER FROM OCCULAR DUCTS)

These tears that fall onto the pavement and evaporate, these tears are caused by you.

I a proud warrior find myself weeping because you say you want freedom, yet in the end you pull back.

Conditioning some would say, such a pity as the children's bones cry from the ground.

As we survive on a killing field, such a travesty as we stigmatized make light of the situation.

These tears burning as they fall on a man's cheeks, rivers of time in mine cosmos.

Such a philosophical quandary, I warrior wondering.

So fucked up at the recognition that enemies, enemies sometimes exist in chained minds.

These tears cannot flow from a corpse but perhaps they can flow from a disassociated soul.

Can the ancestors cries be heard above the din, such a noise, such a roar.

Man falling to his knees, such a revelation.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BIG BANG BOOGY) Dedicated to George Floyd.

 I walk around plucking words from the everything that is nothing... The existential of my existence... I mass of atomic energy... Thermonuclear in my nature... A son of a sun... Daddy pure radiation... Mama solid earth... The end result of natural selection...

The heavens part and God's favourite children realize their potential... The power of social unification... Buildings burning in the cities of babylon testifying to just plain sick and tired... The children of Neanderthals feigning terror, feigning horror... They the cause of so much devastation... Whole nations raped in the name democracy... And here I am got the whole church jumping... Casket bouncing as the flowers hit the floor... Testifying and pontificating... Speaking the most holy tongues...Colored iridescent by the prismatic reflections off stained glass windows... The theoretical they born into existence staring in disbelief... Cities burning, the disenfranchised marching in the streets, babies marked from birth... Man or beast the proverbial struggle... God standing in the fray spitting truth... Angels providing the background... Embers glimmering and shimmering down... From ashes come new birth... Fertilizer for new growth... Words plucked from the nothing that is everything and echoing in infinity.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY 

(2020 VISION)

And a son or a daughter again has died... Victims of a democratically racist system... Whitewashed and gleaming in the sun... So many caucasoid voices saying it doesn't exist... There eyes filled with rage... Spittle on their lips... So many bones would testify otherwise... Voices of my ancestors crying from unmarked graves... We should burn this motherfucker down... Fuck massa and his house... Tired of second class treatment disguised as benevolence... So many of my people fooled... Following a white Jesus that never existed... A peace only after death... Angels singing soft songs and shit... So unrealistic an existence... Living to die and consumed by consumerism... Buying his goods to be like him... Such a high price placed on essential things... Such a low value placed on life... Cough, cough as Corona reigns unchecked... Trump raging against the winds of change... KKK robe flapping in the wind... Noose in his words vehemently sprayed... Amerikkka on fire and visible across the seas... Such a sad bit of poetry... A son, a daughter, they have died.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY 

(THE ROTTING CORPSE HUE-MANITY)

Another day in this dungeon resembling hell where we modern dwell... Amerikkkan dreams of racial superiority perpetrated heinously on city streets... Cops kneeling on yet another original man's neck... Whites running round this motherfucker unchecked... Bout a whole bunch a funky ass bullshit... The rope, the prison cell and the bullet... As we prototypical find ourselves involved in a deadly ballet... Bodies pirouetting to solid ground... Ants caught in blood drown... We divided and conquered it would seem... Sold on a whitewashed dream... Enough to elicit bloodcurdling screams... Voices falling into the dizzying depths of the bottomless pit... These tomes manifesting essential spit... Here we are pontificating again as a black body cools on a slab... Callously murdered and splayed cross screens... Object of discussion and memes... Such a sadly perpetuating theme... Crump and his cronies circling the rotting corpse of hue-manity... Shotgun blasts roaring out and shattering tranquility... Another black body... Oh the insanity.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY

(SEXSAVAGELY)

Here I descend upon you.

So fine... You supine.

Blood beating in my veins.

Body on overload.

You filling my field of vision.

Such precision.

Stretch marks scarring my psyche.

Oh my... You such a delicacy.

A taste of your treats... Ahhh unique.

Fluid dripping off my chin.

Fools calling this sin.

I prodigious standing straight and tall.

Heavy the weight as I spank that clit.

Rub back and forth on it.

You all up in my sensors, fucking up my perceptions.

Roars rattling the windowpanes.

The beat down! The beat down!

My manhood getting drowned.

Arm and legs akimbo.

Odes to the karma sutra.

A thrust.

Ohhhh yeah...

I kiss you deeply.

Such a sweet one.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY

(REFLECTIONS AND INTROSPECTIONS AND MUTIPLE CONTUSIONS)

These days... These days I think back and suddenly none of it matters... All that wasted time... Worrying about shit that seems so inconsequential now... All that heartache... Those spilled tears... Such a sadly savage way of looking at it I guess... The times I thought it was all over... Yet here I am... Sun rising in the east... Breeze pon my skin... So many time death foretold for me... Threats upon my physicality... Guns held to my head... Fists thrown... Sticks swung... Knife sliding into skin... Still I a persevere... A true survivor... Child of the most high... A stream of higher consciousness... A force to behold... A glitch in the system... African son born in the belly of the beast... The red, black, green and gold flowing in my veins testifying, testifying... Such a harrowing journey... My own kind my worst enemy... Love such a brutal reality... The pain, the pain... Each moment a lesson in who I am... The truth bearing down would crush a man flat... Expel his last breath... His life flashing before his eyes... Such is the revelation... Such is realization.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY

(DARKLY I A MAN GO)

Here you are hanging over my head... A promise made before I and I born... Death my old nemises, my old friend... Black cape waving in the breeze... Tattered and torn... So subtle... No one knowing how you will come... You skilled in so many techniques... I but a student sitting in the auditorium listening to you speak... Your voice... I know that voice... You came in the night... Such a talented thief... Left I a man crying in a driving rain... Such pain... Such pain... I in anguish calling you from the heavens... Such foolish folly... You were gone... On your way to take another one... Such your way... Such a humbling lesson... I a graduate standing on your stage... A black suit draping my frame... Ashes to ashes and dust to dust another one lowered into the ground... Tears dissolving into dirt... Death the promise... So on and henceforth.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY

(SIMPLE TRUTH SUCCINCTLY TOLD)

Thou art the flower... Glistening petals in the rising dawn.... Such a delicately sensual display... I carried along on thy breeze... Such a devastating slay.

Thou art the softest cotton... The finest of silk... I rubbing thee lost in the scintillating stimulation... Thee rubbing me... I hard as marble... Thine lips shimmering... Covered in they dew... I spiraling to floor... Spinning, spinning.

Thou makest my beginnings and mine endings meet on fields of perdition... Lava brewing in mine loins... Spewing forth bearing fruit... Seeds buried in earth... I thermonuclear son... Born of such a union.

I feel thee in mine cellular structure... The nucleic substance of mine DNA... Pulsing drums on my mental plains... Subsonic pulsations in mine pineal... I so consumed... My very being defined in thee... I but a man see... You... Queen.

Jerald hamzahfaruq Murphy

(Wombman)

She stands tall in sun

Resplendent in her nature 

He looks on in awe

(Scentual)

The universe spins

Such a tangled web eternal

Tales of birds and bees

(Confliktual)

War and pestilence

The people hoping for peace

Unification

(Entwined)

Together as one

She lingering in his arms

Only then is there calm

(Starshine)

Luminescent moon

Finally they exist cosmic

The heavens rejoice

JERALD hamzahfaruq Murphy

(SWORD OF SAMURAI SINGETH) A SENRYU

(Thoughts)

Water blue reflects

Fluidly in it's nature

Poetically

(Celestial)

Sky blue looms above

Infinity in it's depths

Ever spiraling

(Terrestrial)

The ground calls one home

Retribution must be paid

Such is the cycle

(Whimsical)

Love the afterthought

A rose blooming fragrantly

Such a stringent song

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(Arm,Leg,Leg,Arm,Head) MANIFEST

I man born of a cosmic sigh...  A ripple in the space time continuum... I man birthed of a star reborn terrestrial in hue-man form... Son of a Sun... Carbon and water... Birth of all life on this planet coded and encoded... Written of in holy scrolls...  There is none as unto I... Nothing I man cannot conquer... My born foretold... My death on this plane imminent... I man a child born of darkness and thrust into blinding light... The shine of a million stars... My skin absorbing thermonuclear power and converting it into my stride... Footprints etched out in the sand... Some light, some heavy... Sometimes I am air... My words on breeze flow... Griot speaking in the firelight... Gyrating bodies bouncing to the big boogity beat... Diversions and inversions... Baptisms and exorcisms... I man born of the big bang speaking these things...

I man the I am.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALIEN DESIRES ON PLANES OF PERDITION) INSPIRED BY TOYA

You my dear send me spiraling... An alien free falling to earth from the depths of outer space... Earth shattering collision as I traveler make impact... Feet pon solid ground.

Such a tantalizing vision... Clouds of ganja in mine eyes... You an apparation dancing pon the strands of cannabis smoke... I inhaling of your aura... A roar, a sigh.

I lover would look into your eyes... I lover would trade your lines optical... Every curve exploding into art upon the pineal pages of I mind... I mad artist wanting to drink of you in this reality.

Your name the elixer that would give I God strength... Raise my people from the lowly status that finds them in these times... I calling it in coitus as my eruption fills you up... Runs down your thighs... In you am I man found.

A sigh as I appreciative collapse sated... Sweat pon my brow, your lubrication glistening pon my phallus... Sweetest of the honey dew... I who tasted of you as you moaned spread... Feet pon my shoulders... I in the valley of the Lily... Such a lovely vision.

My release.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BIG PROBLEMS) TALES OF BIG DICK AMBITIONS

Big Dick cries.

He cries for love lost to Big Dick ambitions.

So many chances but Big Dick can make women crazy.

See shit that ain't there.

Curse of Big Dick.

Such a gentleman he.

Opening doors to other realms.

The little death as she in exhaustion sighs.

"Damn you got a big dick."

Big Dick laying heavy to the side.

Big Dick dripping a tear from one eye.

So many memories lingering in his head.

The scent of she on the breeze.

So succinct, so subtle.

Big Dick rises anew, a tear in his eye.

Her lotus glistening beckons to him.

Big dick can't resist.

He cries, tear running down thigh.

Oh how Big Dick cries.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(APOCALYPTIC)

(Stages)

The sun rose anew

Enshrouded by clouds it rained

Life must go on

(Truths)

We live quarantined

Nature thrives in our short absence

Parasitical we

(Pestilence)

The beast is released

A plague pon humanity

Gaia has arisen

(Death)

Tears sink into the dirt

Born of a star a man died

Leaves flutter in breeze

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(IF ONLY)

If I could I would speak to you of so many things... Of how we in the reproductive organs of our ancestors created the human race in the garden Africa... We so new to this planet.

If I could I would speak to you of how we built empires and kingdoms... I Pharaoh and you Queen... We leaving keys in hieroglyphics that our people now ignore... My love for you burning in my heart as the blood beats through its valve... As Lila Ike thumps in my ears.

If I could I would speak to you of us biblically... We Hebrew Israelites before religion ever existed... Abraham, Sarah and Hagar... Kedar and Ishmael... The fathers of this thing now called religion as dictated by man.

If I could I would apologize for not recognizing the threat of the beast who enslaved our ancestors... Cut our children from your belly and raised them like animals... Fed off them like the vampires they love so much in books and movies... So reminiscent of who they truly are... Blaming you for conditions they created.

If I could I would hold you in my arms and comfort you... My love flowing in every breath I take, every step I take... Would that you could overlook the whitewash... Would that you could recollect your spirituality... We in the presence of the universal... Our love encompassing all human existence.

If I could I would speak to you of all these things... My love threatening to consume me... My love threatening to bring me to tears... I born of the heart of a star... You my companion... I want to hold you so... To wake and look into your eyes... I falling asleep alone long for these things... My sister, my queen, my destiny.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF THIRD EYES AND LOVE)

He touches her synaptically... Their very being rocked to it's solid core... Such a beautiful exclamation... The clouds, oh the clouds would sigh... The union of two children birthed of sun, of son.

Her eyes naked look into him and he feels her presence, it thumping in his heart... His throat tight begs to say her name... So powerful this uniting of souls... The dusk pauses in it's descent.

On pineal levels they dwell... Third eye love defined, such a delicate embrace intellectually... Such a joy to behold... An innocent observer brought to tears... Drops on a rose petal... Gently easing down to the dirt... Whole civilizations born of these platitudes... Such lovely overtones... The night rejoices in their merging.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SONSHINE)

And we my people will survive... We the progeny of such a great race... Here we find ourselves in such sordid times... In the face of pestilence and famine... In the face of oppression and plague... We have lived through so much attempted genocide... We the survivors hardened in the ghettos, in the prisons... Fences existing without walls, without wire... Subconscious and literal... We the progeny of such a great race... Our ancestors wildest dreams... Babies cut from wombs and made into a new being... Niggas will certainly become gods... One day... We who have seen the worst of everything... White Jesus hanging on the wall looking on... A cross burning pon a black yard... Such a savagely poetic image ingrained as the blood cries from the very earth we walk on... We the progeny... Such a great race.

(HYPERTHETICAL) 

It's been so long since I've talked to you... Been thinking bout you everyday.

You so succulent that you blows my mind... Mmmm... I, whew. I.

So long since I've felt your touch... Fingertips massaging my mind... Damn girl.

I feel you plucking on the strings of my thumping heart... The hardest spot on my titanium core... No one. No one entering but you... Such a tantalizing aroma... You fuck me up.

Such a tragedy that you only exist hypothetical... A figment of my imagination... A whisp of a vision.

I would give this my soul to have you alive... No lie.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY