[THE GAME OF LOVE AND THE LOVE OF THE GAME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/-LXqKEGjpB0
Why do we play these games as love fails to gain ground on a hardened world.
We were once created to dwell in harmony in a garden long ago where we lost our innocence on a whim.
Underneath the canopy of trees where we held hands in bliss... shaded and secure.
Before death and famine... before being led astray by an arrogant angel formed of fire in the chambers of Allah.
Why do we play these games as the planet is drained and life has become so cheap that the masses are but chattel to be used and abused... food for the fire of the furnace.
As once we sought knowledge of self in the air that we breathed... in the food that we ate... in the water that cleansed our skin.
Looking to the stars for clues to ourselves while forgetting to explore the dimensions contained within.
Why do we play these games as every day becomes a step closer to death where we shall linger in the limbo of realization.
Your beauty has transcended as we have become blended by the horrors of slavery... the lies of segregation and the amazing spectacle of intergration.
Lost spirituality as we have been taught to see the material... while forgetting the fabric of our lives.
The things that humanity was molded of.
All the while we play games with love like children while the situation could never be more serious... the prize never farther away.
In these times, where the game has become love.
hamzahfaruq
[YO COTTON CANDY] A BEAST MODE WRITE
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/WZYk-qaIph8
I SEE YOU ALL SWIRLED ON MY TONGUE LIKE SOME SOFT PINK COTTON CANDY AS THE SWEETNESS OF YOU FLOODS MY TASTE RECEPTORS AND SENDS ME INTO SUGAR SHOCK.
AS I LICK AND PROBE ON MY WAY TO FINDING OUT HOW MANY IT TAKES TO REACH YOUR CENTER.
A ONE...
A TWOOO...
A THREEEEE...
A MOST INTRIGUING QUESTION THAT BEGS TO BE ANSWERED BY MY DIRTY MIND.
AS I LOOK AT YO COTTON CANDY.
POUTING SO PINK.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[THINE EYES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS INTERLUDE...
http://youtu.be/GtoXWICX-Mk
THINE EYES ARE LIKE WINDOWS INTO AN UNCERTAIN FUTURE... REFLECTIONS OF WE WEAVED INTO TIMES STREAM.
THY LIPS ARE THE FRUIT THAT SATES MANS THIRST AS HE WANDERS IN THE DESERT OF ROAMING ALONE AS THE BLAZING SUN RENDERS HIM DEHYDRATED AND DELIRIOUS.
WORDS THAT RAIN SO SOFTLY... DOWN...DOWN.
THY SMELL IS THAT OF LIFE ANEW AS SOLACE IS FOUND FROM EPIDERMIC STROKES THAT SHOCK THE SENSES SO EROTICALLY.
IN THE NETHER REGIONS OF THINE SPACE WHERE I KISS AT THY SKIN AND LIE IN THINE TREASURE... SO BOUNTIOUS INDEED.
MINE PRAYERS INCLUDE THEE AS WE RIDE INTO THE SETTING SUN OF ALL THESE LIVES... STROKES RIPPED FROM A PEN IN HONOR OF THINE EXISTENCE.
SWIRLING SENSATIONS THAT DIZZY WE IN REMEMBRANCE'S OF SATED RELEASE.
THINE EYES MY QUEEN...THINE EYES.
hamzahfaruq
[MAD DREAM IN HYPERSPACE]
THE MUSIC...YOU BETTA LISTEN THIS SHIT IS REAL...
http://youtu.be/6dEbQRc9yfo
I WILL CHANGE YOUR REALITY AND SMASH YOUR FANTASY'S AS I SPIT THESE VERBALITYS... SWINGING SWORDS AND SPITTING THESE LINGUISTIC FLAMES OF FYAH THAT PRODUCES THE SMOKE THAT COMES FROM THESE TREES...MAN PLEASE... GET OFF YO KNEES AND STOP BEING TAUGHT DISEASE AS YOU EAT IT UP LIKE SOME PORK BACON BEING SERVED FOR BREAKFAST ON A SLAVE PLANTATION IN YOUR MIND... CHEWING ON A WATERMELON RIND.
SLOBBING ON THAT SHIT AS IT SWIMS IN VINEGAR LIKE A PIECE OF CADAVER... KNOWLEDGE RAPED AND REPROCESSED AS MAN SEEMS TO DIGRESS INTO FADED IMAGES OF FORMER GLORIES.
A FLIP OF A FLIP IN RETROVISION... SOME LINGUISTICALY SPECTACULAR SAMURAI PRECISION... FLASH OF THE BLADE AS IT SEVERS' THE JUGULAR OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT.
A ROCKET SHIP RIDE INTO THE DEPTHS OF YOUR PINEAL... AN INSERTION INTO YOUR MELANINITY... VICERALLY.
A MAGE AS I FADE IN AND OUT OF EXISTENCE IN YOUR PERIFERAL'S... SHADES AND SHADOWS WHERE I REMAIN UNSEEN.
SEEN?
HAMZAHFARUQ
[REVEALED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ODYSSEY... YOU BETTA LISTIN...
http://youtu.be/0OkmYfN-3KE
Girl come on over here and let me see you naked... see you as you stand in front of me all draped in the fabric of your clothes as my mind takes a trip.
All off into the curves of you as my voice becomes the song and I start to exert this hypnotic flow into the membranes of your brain plane.
Let me see how you look as you raise your arms and take off your shirt as the color of your bra comes into view... take it off slowwwww baby...I want to savor you.
Ahhhhhhh...
What kind of panties are you wearing?
I bet its a thong.
Let me see... damn I love those stretch marks... it shows your ripeness...your fertility in hieroglyphics on your skin.
Damn girl... a rush as your hips and ass come into my field of vision and shatter my reality... as your mons venus pushes at the crotch of your panties.
Let me touch the silkyness of your skin... can I take off this last piece and reveal the beauty of your flower... sniff at its delectable odor.
Girl you look so damn good as you stand naked in front of me... revealed.
hamzahfaruq
[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
[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
