{SWIRLED AND TWIRLED}

Sun beating down and the world awakens I man.

Such a lovely day for some, so horrendous for others.

There are lessons to be learned in these things.

Laughter and tears. Immersed here I man think of thee.

Gently descending pon I man like rain, so softly doth thou patter pon I man, seen?

I man riding pon sun rays falling to thee woman earth, seen?

All these things pon I man brain.

Love, hate, hunger, pain so many levels and degrees, I man standing square at the cornerstone, seen?

Thee woman reposed in relief, such a delicately formed thing.

Flower blooming from city concrete, resplendently radient in thy formation seem to be sent to save I man from insanity, seen.

So many things pressing I man down, trials and tribulations, juries of somebody else's peers.

I man screaming at the well of all souls where dark things indeed exist.

Night falls and here I man remain.

I have need of thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

{SPRINGS EVE}

And here we are entwined in these days.

The sun banging down, shining rays.

A band round a mans leg like a slave chain. 

Shit that a drive motherfucker insane. 

A major brain drain 

You on my mind and I enraptured, slowly living.

World we live in so unforgiving.

Echoes on the eve of springs breeze.

I would bow to thee like a Muslim on bended knee.

Weighing on a mans mind, he encapsulated like caterpillar in cacoon.

You so scintillating it would make an alien swoon.

He but a leaf being swept along in the wind of your passing.

Such is the way of passion.

The sun banging down shining rays.

And here remain entwined in these days.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY