[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] 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] 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
{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. [A YOU DONE LOST YO DAMN MIND WRITE]THIS IS A REPOST FROM DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR>THE MUSIChttp://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
[SWEET SWEAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/SxVNOnPyvIU
YOU MAKE ME THINK OF SWEAT...
ALL GLISTENING AND SLIPPERY AS WE MAKE LOVE...WRAPPED UP IN THE BEAUTY OF YOU...CLEOPATRA OF MINE IN MODERN TIMES.
THE WAY YOU WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND MY BACK AND DIG YOUR FINGERNAILS INTO MY ASS...THE WAY YOU THROW THEM IN THE AIR AND LET ME BEAT DOWN...THE WAY YOU SPREAD THEM AND LET ME SEE YOUR SECRETS.
I SEE YOUR LIPS AND I THINK OF ORAL STIMULATION...FELLATIO ON THE SIDE OF THE CAR AS I SATISFY MY NEEDS...YOUR NEEDS.
TOUCHING THE BACK OF YOUR THROAT...THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB...HOT SEED THAT FLOWS INTO THE WELL OF YOUR FERTILITY.
LET ME COME INTO YOUR WORLD...LET ME CUM IN YOUR WORLD?
AHH TO LICK AT THE NIPPLES THAT RISE SO ERECT ON YOUR BREASTS...TASTE OF THE MILK OF LIFE THAT FLOWS ACROSS MY PALETE.
COME AND SIT ON MY STICK...SHIFT MY GEARS... HI AND LOW IN A 5 SPEED TRANSMISSION OF GOOD SEX.
DID YOU GET THAT?
BEND YOU OVER AND SPANK IT...MY BEAST HAS GOT CONTROL OF MY MIND...A BLAST OF RAW SEXUAL NEED.
ERUPTING AND COVERING ALL IN LIQUIDITY...
PHAT ASS CHOCOLATE VISIONS ON BIG SCREEN IN MY PSYCHE...
YOU MAKE ME THINK OF SWEAT.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[GUERILLA LOVE LYRICS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE... BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/ojP8397UiH4
Woman you gone see me when I enter the room...when I enter your womb.
A fuckin tsunami as I blast across the hemispheres of your ass.
A flipped out guerilla as I pounds at your shores.
Bringing brand new metaphores as I flips you inside out and strokes the inside of your skin.
From sea to shining see.
Me?
A crazy guerilla as I pumps at the depths of your punani from front to back... sideways and outdoors.
Just plain damn wild.
Tongue so rough as I lick at the fountain of your ambrosia...drink so deep.
You are my release in a cold hard world... a hard situation indeed as I drive you to your knees.
Make you quake as orgasms escape from your very soul.
Flickering cross your synapses as it happens again and again in spectral views of spectrums.
Your punani belongeth to me.
Woman you gone see me when I enter the room...
HAMZAHFARUQ
