(THE SKIES AS REFLECTED IN THINE EYES)

We born of the cataclysm of an exploding star.

I have loved you since we were born of it's dust.

My heart strings sing of thy beauty.

The melanin tint of your skin so enticing.

The vibration of your voice sending tingles through my insides, down my spine.

Such intensity that I man sigh, goosebumps on mine skin

Breath expelled and inhaled.

I man find myself floating on gossamer waves of delight.

A prisoner bound to thy charms.

The cosmos displayed in the depths of thine eyes.

Mmmm... So succulent and I man mesmerized stand spellbound, locked in stasis.

You playing on the soundtrack of mine mind, the beat down in mine loins 

The spirals in your hair universes in an ever expanding cosmos where we, we are found alive.

An explosion and then came you, so vivid and true. 

The stars, the stars.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(RESURRECTION THEORY)

Here hue-manity lies, living so far beneath his potential of rising to the stars 2025 and we got flying cars.

Some many probabilities, oh the possibilities, we held back because of financial responsibilities.

Hue-manity a shadow of it's former self, the angels crying crystal hard tears from a grey sky, misic box revolving on a dusty shelf.

Twinkling in the night and crunching underfoot in the day, hue-manity lingering in disarray.

World so hard for most, so easy for the few, we done surely missed the cue.

Would that hue-manity could unify, subconscious barriers keeping them tethered to this realm, on the THC arise.

Third eye closed from the meat they eat, mental and physical, we existing practically invisible.

A baby born the closest analogy to what my people have become, what they must become.

A totally mind blowing conundrum this being reborn, how could the prototypical become this spawn.

Hue-manity desperately needs a reboot, a press of a key, poof... resolute.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

Emancipator the anthem.

(HUMDANGER)

These days thangs done changed, been flipped screwed and rearranged.

Fires in L.A. and Trump the strange swanging his proverbial dangalang.

Folks musta done bumped they heads, just fell outta bed as down the road to stupidity humanity is led.

A tear slowly falling down an observant cheek, morality falling so slow, spiralling deep, of simpler times do we seek.

These days and off on tangents we go, 60 second soundbites leading to closed avenues and blocked does.

Cause down south we shout it out till it echoes.

Spit it till it reverberates, spin it till it calculates, all this preponderance of so much weight.

Why does poverty exist, why the black man always gotta desist, whose property really is this, such an abyss.

Tic Toc the body rock as the beat drops, here today gone tomorrow back again as the story flip flops.

Who do we believe as the earth rotates revolutionary as relative in outer space, another day passing, such a sadly orchestrated pace as relating to the rat race.

Here so many are found, blind and perpetually bound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

OF DARKNESS, LIGHT AND WATER

Into the diaspora am I Man cast.

A gelatinous mass.

A being of indescribable power.

The ability to create and destroy, to give life, the ability to take life as well.

Here I Man linger alone, these thoughts swirling in the abyss where there is nothing but the darkness of knowing.

Lightning erupts as slashes of ink become the light.

Knowledge laid out in plain sight.

We the prototypical which were the darkness before the phrase let there be light.

Angels in flight bearing witness to our manifestation.

Here we find ourselves lingering in the proverbial pit, slaves to subconscious thought .

It having become the ruling overlord.

Society breathing it has become addicted.

I Man arise the antidote, these words erupt concocted antidote.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY