THE VAPORS

And time, time finds me once again retreating to this, this my fortress of solitude.

I so many miles away from the source of my indecision, she so fragrant in my mind, my soul yearning for her touch.

The caress of her voice on my scarred psyche, the electric jolt of her touch on my skin.

My heart beating an echoing song into the valley of my indecision, I so wanting in my need.

365 days ago I looking upon her and wishing I could say the things pounding at my temples, her young queen and I, I wandering king, these streets of Babylon mine home.

I pondering if I should open the doors to this mine kingdom.

So long the wait as seasons changed and I filling my days with concubines, they leaving me empty in these my caverns.

Her lips calling my name causing the blood to boil in my veins, the slim curves of she holding me enthralled, I wanting her in my world so fucking badly. 

That was then and this, this is now, I now knowing her secrets and she mine, I a captive to her charms, subsonic in nature.

We together moving as one, I having known her since the creation of time, we beating as drums on an African plain, we roaring lion and lioness as the sun crosses the sky.

I replaying these things so many times that they have become engraved in who I be.

I superman cringing in fear wondering is she my salvation or my end, these feelings, these feelings.

I having placed this distance, I having retreated to this, this my fortress of solitude to discern.

I once solid am now drifting on the vapors ethereal in mine nature.

I miss her so, damn, I miss her so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(ONE SUNDAY I SAID UNTO SHE)

It's Sunday as I alight pon thine planet, It wouldn't matter if it it were any other day. Thy so appealing to me as I whiff of thine air, so sweet in mine lungs. A moment as I touch thine earth. Thy beneath mine fingertips. So pleasing, and my heart doth pound in mine chest. I transfixed and transposed.  A slight dance along these words as I man try to elucidate thee mine queen. To draw thee universal, cosmic and infinite. Mother of a new world, born of the old. My light falling upon thy mountains and thine valleys. Such sweet tea as I sit back and sip mine coffee, a puff of the blunt and I swept along sing with these keys and characters. This my dear is a sweet fall song, whispering faintly among the breeze swept leaves. A sigh, a soliloquy. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SUNDOME)

Who am I?

This mass of flesh derived of carbon and water.

Child of a once burning star.

The literal definition of a son of a sun.

See that right there is higher ascension bourn on being born.

Listening to lies preached so sweet on Sunday morning, preached to the awake but sleep.

They holding books devoted to the sun, nay the son.

What a treacherous tale of deceit, grandma teaching it as you rock on her knee.

Passed along genetically as ashes return to dust; iron to rust.

Man leaking water down the wrinkles of his melanated skin, off his beard they drop.

Tiny splatters into the ground of his birth.

They evaporating into the sky picked up by the light of the sun.

Angel's cry rain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

( DRUMBEAT)

Of thou do I speak... such a poignantly tasty treat.

Would that I could taste of thee.

Could that I would drink of thy nectar. 

And here you are dancing all across my synapses.

So succinctly doth thy flutter in mine subconscious. 

Thy dance so mesmerizing.

I a poet suspended standing magnified in the darkness of thine light.

Heartbeats away from fascination to realization in the comfort of thine arms.

A whisper, nay my queen a sigh into the cosmos.

I bound in a quagmire as mine mind spirals                                                   to                                           the                                                surface                                     of                                            our                                                 planets.

I so lost in these thoughts of thee wouldeth digress thus satisfied.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

ALPHA AND OMEGA

Reformation 

The air quivers chilled

Man transforms gradually 

Sun shines in winter

Cycles

Leaves from green to brown

Silent witnesses absorbed

Falling branch to earth

Cosmic

Stars shine in dark sky

Celestial in nature

Shimmering slightly 

Infinity

Spring fades to summer

Stages of a man's short life

A second explaned

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

FROM HEAVEN FORMED

Where once we fell as stars upon an incomplete earth.

We these melanated denizens of a world promised us in the most ancient times.

Where now we roam, niggas, bitches and hoes struggling to survive the savage onslaught.

Still segregated, still denigrated, still miseducated, our lives the wood feeding the fire.

Memorials erected to the fallen ones, as so many continue to fail.

Mine tears could fill oceans,tsunami in nature they would wash ashore and destroy modern day Babylon.

The bad so far outweighing the good. Pain filled dreams awaking the sleeping slumber of modern man.

A stranger n these strange times where our race has been manipulated into causing our own fall.

Separated and eviscerated we cross the killing floor unaided, the ancestors blood the harmony and the melody, the bass, pounding pounding. 

The sound of mama Africa crying, her wails the wind passing mans ears.

So sad the song.

We these stars having fell from the heavens lying smoldering on the ground.

Carbon and water make clay.

Carbon and water make melanin. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

A RIPPLE IN THE CONTINUUM 

And Babylon shall fall... an event caused by her own hand.

White houses and stolen obelisks testifying to the savagery.

Statue falling into the waters that have witnessed so many tragedies, rape on the high seas, bones of mine ancestors glistening in ocean sand.

Ships upon horizon

The lion sleeps lazily

Such is the dawning

We my people shall rise from the ashes.

The Dragon and the Phoenix as portrayed in myths... wisdom personified.

Voices shattering mentalities as we in unison sing.

You in I versal

What of the lost ones

So swept up in masters lies

Religious and blind

Beast of ten horns standing on podiums using recitations to vindicate travesties. 

White Jesus smiling in the background backing up the madness.

Strange that so many still believe. 

Such a pack of lies.

A baby born 

Ripped from the continuum 

Time for things to change

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

METAPHYSICALLY

I am the air, I am the bird, I am sun born of man and woman.

I created was born free in a place called my mind, there is none as I and I. 

The trees that bow on winds caress call my name for I am child of the cosmos birthed of carbon and water.

Forged of fire I am harder than diamond as I shine.

My DNA linked to everything I am planetary,  I am the lion, I am the bee.

In mine loins I am sun who carried the seed to perpetuate my line into infinity, light shining in distant galaxies, this babe in mine arms my future being.

Such an intricate symphony as played across eons, seen?

I such a devastatingly delightful  trilogy, grandfather, sun and son.

Allusions to religiosity resounding spatially, stereo the sound reverberating and resounding. 

These things reminding me that I once a slave in an ancestors testes, a slaves in my great grand mother's ovaries am now the end result.

I who have become freedom speak of these things. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY