(UNCAGED MELODY)

The earth it listens as the breeze whispers through the leaves.

Breathe in, breath out.

These lives and it all seems so mundane, these things we hold sacred.

These lives but a blip in time, we trying to leave a mark.

A memory.

Who we were, who we are, who we wanna be, these soliloquies.

A whisper of the breeze, so many seeking eternity on bended knee.

A sigh, a cry into the antimatter of space, the stars twinkle unsynchronized.

Babies born with so much potential, wicked systems holding it at bay.

Humanity locked in a subconsciously built cage. Some it would seem driven by a savage rage, roaring in the storm.

They who rule the masses, vampires roaming on sunny days.

The meek while smart so weak, so confused, not knowing how to be free.

Poverty itself a power, if only they would rise.

The breeze, the breeze it ripples through the leaves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(WATERWORKS)

A rainy day in north Florida and my mind kinda takes me away.

Memories of all these things and hey.

I woulda, coulda, been a lot of things but I ain't.

I'm the motherfucker I am today.

Those licks, those licks.

Motherfucking straight and I emerge enlightened hue-man.

So many levels and I wonder why people playing.

Still ain't no unity, so many stuck on tricknowledge, false teachings and indoctrination.

Picture so dirty and they can't see, bullshit and hypocrisy.

Sad ass blues playing on guitar strings, living the dream, slavery ingrained so deep it's unseen.

And the youth, the youth dwell evicerated and scattered, pieces of a puzzle.

Nobody to put it together, tears in a bucket, motherfucker, motherfuck it.

Symphonically tragic, world turning to mud, to dust.

Piano backtrack as these days devolving pass by, man suspended wisdom state.

These words realistic fading away, echoes resounding off canyon walls, hey, hey, hey...

Drops of rain falling to the ground.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(Prototypically)

Out here and I find myself lingering in thoughts of you.

Your hair, your voice, how you smell.

Got me fucked up all in public, people passing by.

I would touch you now, if only you were near... My my my.

These days passing by and I find myself missing you.

My depths quake as you gravity wash cross them, so vivid the imagery.

I but a traveler stranded in this continuum, spaceship residing pon this dimension... Over stand?

You in your melanin and I in mine, so devine and we, mmm, we and I.

If the sun, the moon and all the stars were to disappear from my vision it would have not the effect of I losing you 

You the basis of my being, I but a ship suspended in orbit revolving around you.

These words but a fragment of the things that I feel, the real of my real.

I spinning as galaxy reside in u in I versally, such a sweet and tender thing, this our being.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(Fallen) A Senryu 

Waking

The sun rises bright

We resplendent in its light

Glorious the sight

Church

The trees testify

Branches reach to the heavens

We born surely die

Naturally 

Seasonal are we

Winter, summer, spring and fall

The ebb and the flow

Shining

Star falling to earth reborn

Man and woman are we birthed

When did we forget 

Bright

Moon luminescent

The day so vibrant is gone

This, the way of things

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

A Speck Of Enlightenment.

Stepped of the porch round the age of 12... Hard to think bout heaven cause home was a living hell.

Sometimes grits was all we had for fuckin dinner... Black men standing by a burning barrel in the dead of winter, hard ass times in the middle of December.

Over time shit done changed... been rearranged... Some shit done stayed the same , it will drive lesser motherfuckers insane.

It's real out here on the battlefield... Motherfucker surviving if only on sheer will... Devastating the deadly form of this evisceratingly scintillating skill.

So many fallen by the way, bones left to disintegrate, altering into other states.

Dust floating on a serene breeze, a cough a sneeze, poetic this disease that encapsulates we.

Babies born knowing things instinctively, plugged in and trained cerebrally.

Such harrowing times, such poignant rhymes, fruit don't fall to far from the vine.

Take a whiff a da spliff, such an invigorating lift, a moment of sanity in the rift.

Man living in a subconscious shell, surrounded by heaven and yet dwelling in hell, such a sorrowfully sad and sordid tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

Delicately.

Such a sweet thing, dancing in mine mind... And I.

Whew.. I am swept along on memories of you.

Such images that I black man blush in mine soul.

I feel you in my corpuscles, my fragmentation on a nuclear level.

I would live with you, I would die for you.

Mine beginning and mine end.

Your curves the sculpture, your lines the map to mine born.

I sunken to this state and drowning in it's embrace.

I amniotic.

Look into my eyes if you think I'm playing. Feel me?

I melting into the fabric you, spiderweb weave.

I in your nature, I in you.

This is where should be.

Feel me?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

Woe The Beast, Woe The Lamb.

As we travel through the jungle life shit ain't always gone be easy.

Everybody ain't yo friend, children gone die.and motherfuckerrs gone lie.

People sipping the drug ambrosia, crack, molly and Percocet, a bottle of Hennessy.

Dancing round the fire high as on perimeter beast abounds.

Shit so gritty it makes a grating sound as the sandman shuffles around.

Flames racing pon man synapses, flashes of light falling dappled by the leaves.

Haters snarling encircle we, lurking in the shade, camouflaged and hidden, might be your best friend, might be your cousin.

The path while clean may not always be easy to see, gotta stay on the yellow line if you wanna survive seen? 

Physically and mentally seen?

Piles of bones reminding we, that motherfucker got eaten by the machine.

This jungle life can be pretty but in reality life the jungle needs the beast, he keeping the game fair for the deaf, dumb and blind, Seen?

WORLD SO COLD (IT FREEZES IN HELL ALSO)

Cold are these days as they pass unabated.

Temperature so hot in a cold cold world.

Man in a lab preparing the next scourge.

Disease, drugs and money the curse.

Babies taught to worship material things.

Religiosity preached as spirituality as Allahs angels cry tears from the clouds.

So much potential crushed right from birth.

Only a step removed from worshipping the beast.

Man and his mate on bended knee.

Tricked into believing that marriage hinges on a ring.

Houses built on the sand crumbling to dust generational.

From infant to teen, adult to old man.

Black hair turning to grey.

Still haven't realized a damn thing as ideologies create Idiocracy.

As wisdom misperceived creates this new disease.

These days so cold find man homeless on a plain in the midst of plenty.

Would that man could see, would that man could be.

Infinitely.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY