(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.