WINTER OF MY BEING

[WINTER OF MY BEING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/adcqtUrXCEY

SWEET SOUND OF THE RAIN AS IT GENTLY FALLS AND INVOKES NATURE TO RISE... ARISE.
OLD MAN WINTER HAS COME ON THE HEELS OF YOUR FRONT AND WHISTLES AS HE WALKS... FROST AND CONDENSATION... HIS KISS BECOMES A MOST INVIGORATING CHILL UPON EXPOSED AREAS OF FLESH.
I WONDER WHO PUT THIS MONKEY RIGHT SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTERS TALE?
NIGHTS THAT SEEM TO HOLD ALL AS THE DAYS GROW SHORTER... ALLEGORICAL FREEZING METAPHORS RIPPED FROM THE CRYSTAL CLEAR SKY THAT SPARKLES ON COLD ASS ALLUSIONS THAT LEAK FROM A GRIOTS MIND.
I FEEL YOUR KNOCKS AS THEY VIBRATE THE STRINGS OF MY BARRICADED HEART.
FOR LOST LOVE BLINDED ME AND HAS THROWN ME INTO THE DUNGEON OF WANT.
A PRISONER OF IMAGES OF BAD RELATIONSHIPS AND BROKEN PROMISES AS I WALK AMONG THE TEARS OF ANGELS.
CHAINED TO SAD IMAGES OF FALSE LOVE.
ALL ALONE IN THE WINTER OF LIFE.


hamzahfaruq

FEED ME OH AFRICAN QUEEN

[FEED ME OH AFRICAN QUEEN] MANNA LYRICS
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/YpAvX9nYNU0

Reveal yourself to me in the music of your phrases as they become my water in the desert... my food as I linger in the starvation of mine tormented days.
A sliver of chocolate to savor.
Sway in my dimensional haze and free my soul from these painful pains of the labor of these words.
Rotating and revolving in your womanly splendor... such a lovely testament to the power of the lord of the worlds.
Be the muse that scents the breeze that I inhale as I contemplate the arrangement of these alphabetic expressions...
Creations born of you on a day in these first days of this new century where we find ourselves.
I am in awe of the beauty of African queens in 20-11 as I live this gift...
Untethered.


hamzahfaruq

ODE TO THE BLACK QUEEN

[ODE TO THE BLACK QUEEN IN MEMORIES WINDOW]
THE MUSIC....
http://youtu.be/P3qGzKW7Yik

THE CURVES OF YOU AWAKEN MEMORIES IMPRESSED IN AN ANCESTOR AS HE WATCHED A NUBIAN NYMPH DANCE IN THE LIGHT OF A TRIBAL FIRE.
BREASTS GLEAMING WITH SWEAT AS THE BEAT POSSESSED HER AND POUNDED IN HIS TEMPLES.
THE MUSCLES OF HER THIGHS THAT QUIVERED AS SHE BECAME ONE WITH THE WIND AND THE RAIN... THE SUN AND THE MOON... THE LIONESS IN HER PRIDE.
SHE AND YOU IN THE MELANIN THAT LINKS WE TO THE STARS AS THEY SING A PRIMAL SONG
THE BLOSSOMS OF YOUR LOTUS AS THEY OPEN IN INVITATION TO THE HARDNESS OF MY SPEAR WITH WHICH I TRY TO PIERCE YOUR HEART AND SOUL... THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SATIN SHEATH.
A SIGH AS I RUB AT THE MOUNDS OF YOUR WOMANLY ATTRIBUTES AND REMEMBER TIMES LONG GONE... WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN IF CONQUERERS HAD STAYED THEIR SAVAGE HANDS.
LOOKING AT THE PLAINS AND FORESTS OF YOU AS ALL THESE THINGS HAVE COME TO PASS.
I AND AN ANCESTOR LOST IN THE CURVES OF YOU


HAMZAHFARUQ

I AM SO THEREFORE WE ARE

[I AM SO THEREFORE WE ARE] A METAPHYSICAL ROMP
http://youtu.be/F5WAPVR6nVo


Decending notes as the pain fades away into the place where dreams go to die in the darkness of a mans psyche.
A flight on a silver string that connects my pineal to the me.
Explosions of light as doors are opened and enslaved ideas spring free.
Visions of Isis and Osirus... Alpha and Omega... prototypical energy as it courses in the cells that make up a mans struture.
A day spent suspended in galaxies where red suns shine, where others dwell interdimesionally.
Seraphim and images of heavens gates floating on the ether of knowing.
Walls that fall away into the space of time being where there is no beginning and no end.
Shells that we leave behind as souls escape into infinite continuums and linger in limbo.
Planes where we exist on higher levels and war takes on new meaning.
As the notes of the piano enter us into a meditative state of being.

hamzahfaruq

WHY WE LAUGH

[WHY WE LAUGH] A TOPIC INSPRIRED BY FLOWER RAE SHEARER
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... please listen to it while you read
http://youtu.be/35oxf3mXSL8

Even in the ghetto people laugh.
As a matter of fact they laugh louder.
They laugh to forget the bills and the chills of living in poverty among the paths and alleyways of the urban jungle.
They laugh in the shadows of liquer stores and check cashing joints.
As the police cars pull up and the crooked ass police get out and call em by their first names like that shit is cool.
Laughing as the teaparty spits racism all in Amerikkkas name.
Red, white and blue contusions and illusions in a 40oz malt liquer world.
Swisher kings and white cats that contain that quiet piece of loud.
Swirls of smoke that dissipate in the wind like dreams of being famous with a mic in hand.
While laughter rings among the bricks and the concrete... the playgrounds where children play and grow into adults.
In schoolrooms where false stories of mans origins are told to young listeners.
Laughter they say is the best medicine so my ancestors must have been medicine men and women as their laughter carried them through slavery and segregation.
As bodies with stretched necks hang from southern trees in full veiw.
Strange as it may seem...
Even in the ghetto people laugh.


hamzahfaruq

ATOM ADAM SPLITTER

{ADAM ATOM SPLITTER}
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/mHsBs24USvs

A METAPHYSICAL QUANDRY AS WE TRAVEL TOGETHER SPATIALLY ON OTHER MENS IDEALS AND MENTALITIES... AS THE GALAXY EXPANDS AND WE REMAIN THE SAME.
ROOTED IN WAR AND ALL THAT IT ENTAILS AS WE RUSH TOWARDS REVELATIONS OF REVELATIONS AND THE DAY OF JUDGMENT LOOMS WITHIN VIEW.
ALL THIS BEAUTY AND SOMEHOW WE DESTROY IT WHILE PROFESSING A LOVE OF OURSELVES AND A KNOWLEDGE OF ALLAH.
AS THE LIGHT OF DAY WASHES ACROSS LAND AFTER LAND WHERE PEOPLE STILL LIVE IN THE PAIN OF LIVING...THE JOY OF LIVING.
TRAPPED IN THE THROES OF BEING BORN...TIME AND TIME AGAIN.
WATER THE ELEMENT AS IT FLOWS IN THE SEA...AS IT FLOWS IN MAN.
CARBON AND WATER THAT FORMED INTELLIGENT OR SO IT WOULD BE SPECULATED INTELLIGENTLY...
AS FROM THE LAND OF AFRICA WE AROSE AND STOOD VERTICALLY.
A STEP ABOVE THE BEASTS THAT KILL ONLY TO EAT... TO SURVIVE... TO BE.
IN OBEISANCE TO THE WILL OF ALLAH ONLY.
PRAYERS IN CHURCHES AND MASJIDS, TEMPLES AND SYNAGOGUES AS WE KILL IN OUR WILL.
CONTRARY TO ALL THAT WE HUMANS BELIEVE.


HAMZAHFARUQ

DAMN BLACK HISTORY MONTH

DAMN BLACK HISTORY MONTH. [A YOU DONE LOST YO DAMN MIND WRITE]
THIS IS A REPOST FROM DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR>
THE MUSIC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsGwvpMIxTU

 Get mad at me or whatever but I have to post this. I am sick of Kwanza and any other so called holiday that black people in America use to offset or appease some need to feel included in this society. Black history month...what the hell is that? Why in the hell is black history relegated to one month in school? Are we so stupid that we think that our children will be taught anything about our real history during this time? In many instances that seems to be the case as we see organizations such as the NAACP take over the marches and speak of peace against a system that has used only violence against us, cause prison is violence, in my neighborhood the police are violence, even the government is violence when it comes to us.
I am tired of going to Martin Luther King rallies where Black sororities and Fraternities fight to march up front professing Greek affiliations from knowledge that was stolen from Egypt, A bunch of college educated dummies who study what they are told in order to further feed tricknowledge into the black community. I am tired of seeing sisters at these marches talking about Africa while wearing blue and green contacts and permed hair.
Why is Denmark Vassey ignored? Malcolm X? Marcus Garvey?
To us these people should hold the same status as George Washington and Andrew Jackson do to white society. They were revolutionaries. Wake up black people why are there two definitions for this word? One for whites and one for blacks. Why are we expected to be passive in the face of all this?
I will tell you why and I hope that you are ready to hear this.
Number one you are still slaves...mentally dependent upon the same people who victimized our ancestors and continue to victimize us and our seed.
Number two it is because we do not fully embrace our roots because of the above mentioned mentality. Wearing kente cloth does not make you African. I am African because that is who my ancestors were.
Sorry I had to piss in your coffee this morning but if I see you at the rally this year with that bullshit I am going to call you out.
ARE YOU HAPPY IN HIS HOUSE NIGGA, NICCAS,NIGGAZ...OR WHATEVER YOUR DUMB ASS IS CALLING YOURSELF THIS YEAR? AND THIS INCLUDES YOU AFRICAN AMERICANS AS WELL.
This is HAMZAH FARUQ saying "Unplug yourself from this machine." PEACE!!!

hamzahfaruq