NUBIAN ART-ROTICAL

[SOOTHE MY MENTALS] A COLLAB FEATURING PHOENIX RESA MARIPOSA

Photography by Jirard.


[SOOTHE MY MENTALS] A COLLAB FEATURING PHOENIX RESA MARIPOSA

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. AS ALWAYS YOU NEEDS TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/sUhGuJ6fGC0

J
Stimulate my cerebral cortex with visions ripped from the pages of your scroll... show me the secrets that are hidden in the depths of the deepest trench in your seas.
The beauty of your mountains as they loom in the distance... peaks that brush the sky... foundations that reach deep into the dirt... the red of the magma as it reacts to your fyah sweeping the forest to burnt embers.
Show me your clouds, the white ones and the gray ones that cause tears to fall as if from the eyes of angels... rain on the parched surface of this planet where I seem to fade in and out of existence... an African monk sitting in the mouth of a cave where people come to hear the words that I speak.
Drumbeats in the background while my people wail in anguish...
Come and ease my mind.

PHOENIX
His eyes drew me in with each blink he read me like a journal
There was nothing I could hide
Baring my secrets my soul
The places where my dreams and fears reside
Traveling like a wayward son on a beaten path to the unknown regions of me
My breath caught as his invasion of me continued, probing gliding
Cutting climbing up and over the walls of protection I had built
He reached out his hand gently pulling me before him the stone walls of my heart fell at his feet
Ease your mind queen his baritone voice sending shivers and cold chills awaking what I thought was forever slumber
Standing before him bare like Eve in the garden.
Exposed and unafraid I drew him to me his ear to my breast rest your worries now on me king your burden
We will share grazing my hands
Through his course hair he sighed
Come and let me ease your mind..


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Phoenix Resa Mariposa

[ INKROTICA] A COLLAB FEATURING LEELEE AINT MS.BEHAVIN

[ INKROTICA]A COLLAB FEATURING  LEELEE AINT MS.BEHAVIN

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... BETTA LISTEN UP...

http://youtu.be/z38urav5d5M

LEELEE 

I apologize for my tardiness

 But I've been preparing a long time for this

Can't prolong this consummation

 Of our creation

 On paper Tonight we will connect 

Two minds...

One topic

Reach out and touch me through the world wide web

Let's cause night sweats

And make beds wet

Without even getting physical

Stimulate and raise heart rates

Through spoken word

Bring you close to eargasms

With what you've heard

I want you to dip your calligraphy pen

Deep inside of my ink

Make a mess all over my sheets

Every line

Every page

Fill them with sexual rage

Ravage my book

With your penmanship 

Our combined inkings

Has me thinking

We should do a collabo

Maestro...

If you please

J

Its all right queen

I just want you to come in...

sit down.

Mesmerize you as I take the ink and weave it into the air that you breathe...

laced in the particles.

Our creation shall bring sighs from lungs as nations exhale.

I travel through these wires and all this circuitry to caress you in your dreams.

Spread your legs and caress your labial lips...

a most pretty flower of a most delightful odour.

Tickling the whole of my entirety.

I hear your ink as it pours from your pen.

Saturates the sheets that cover this bed of lyrical consummation.

Where I lie in your lyrics floating in the ether.

Inserting pieces of me.

If you please.

[MEMBRANES]

[MEMBRANES]
the music for this one...betta listen
http://youtu.be/WBZ0BR1RLU8

Sun beatdown into my melanin... the whole of my blackness as I sweep across the land.
Ashes to ashes in 360 degrees of overstanding... gods and earths.
Kings and queens...
Sun beatdown into my arteries where the blood flows in rivers and streams and carries living scriptures... the DNA of free radicals.
Reincarnated in these ABC's... these modern hieroglyphical scribbles on an electronic wall in the midst of the pharoahs city.
Niggers and niggerettes lost with no compass.
Sun beatdown and light the way as every cornerstone bears a clue... lost knowledge of melchezidek priest of the most high order.
Wisdom of Solomon and Menelik... Hannibal and Shaka... Malcolm and Marcus... black warriors and nubian knights.
Pimped and punked at the end of a whip called education.
Sun beatdown and wake me tomorrow cause I got to breakout and tell this story...
Penetrate some membranes.
Got to breakdown this beatdown.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DEEP BASS LOVE SYMPHONY]

[DEEP BASS LOVE SYMPHONY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... you better listen for the whole effect...
http://youtu.be/-6bbM5HZz5c

Your notes fall into my blues... lift me into my highs...
So lilting in quality.
I am wound into the all of it all by the strains of your song... a deep breath of it all.
Energy of the cosmos that plays in the lyrical cleffs of this suspended symphony.
Play your mystic music as I sway to the ancient beat... 
A warrior drifting in the crashing crescendos as they they erupt from the skin of the drums...
Thump,thump... Thump,thump... heartbeats beating in unison.
Walking across the golden sands of time where our story is the history of man... prostrations made in transcendent states of existence.
Let the music play... defining and refining as it falls on ears that are always open...
Let it play as the days and years progress into the future...
Where we will be reborn through our seed and fruit...
Notes so lilting in their quality.

"I DONT BITE" BY TYWANA HARMON FEATURED WRITER AT THE LIONS DEN

"I DONT BITE" BY TYWANA HARMON FEATURED WRITER AT THE LIONS DEN

OKAY FROM NOW ON WE ARE GOING TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT HERE AT THE LIONS DEN. I WILL BE FEATURING WRITERS WHO I CHOOSE OR WHO COME TO ME REQUESTING A FEATURE.
THE FIRST WRITER THAT WE ARE GOING TO SEE IS TYWANA HARMON A VERY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHO I MET SOME TIME AGO AND HAVE DONE A FEW COLLABS WITH. SO WITHOUT ALL THE HOOPLA NORMALLY ASSOCIATED WITH SUCH AN EVENT I PRESENT TYWANA HARMON.

[I DONT BITE]
the music for this piece...
http://youtu.be/AIlSjWxuTYU

the perfectlicker

I don't bite.....

I suck and swallow.....

grippn' my hair to tight......

just makes me gargle.....

I don't kiss....

I lick and spit......

grabbin' my tits.....

just makes me want to.....

I don't ride....

I bump and grind.....

smackin' my behind....

just makes my pussy do cart wheels while I straddle.......

I don't scream.....

I whisper and moan.........

so allow me to put on my grown.......
ridin' and grindin' things
sippin' and grippin' him
I don't bite..though....
I suck and I swallow....
kinky when prompted to......
aggressive in my queendom.....
moving more than mountains......
so whip out that d***.....
my middle name is 4play......
L.O.L. you gone learn today!!!!!

[BITTERSWEET AGONY OF LOVE]

[BITTERSWEET AGONY OF LOVE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. YOU REALLY NEED TO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/pKteUG_erWg

Show me where it hurts so I can absorb your pain... swallow it and leave you whole.

Anew.

When the sun broke over the first day of my life and my world was new this conversation was already scripted on the table of my heart...

Soothing ointment...

Salve for the wounds of a scarred mind.

The agony of all your past that seems to hinder you from seeing the future... for we all have to learn...

To hurt.

Tears falling into a well where so many drink of the salty water... oceans that carry the waters of our emotions...

Sighing as they make landfall.

Bittersweet images of love on the screen of this theatre called living... romance but a vicious cycle... yet we must endure.

Passion and pain so closly entwined that to sever one would kill the other... symbiotically existing in these fragile shells where our emotions threaten to leave us empty husks.

When the sun sets on these lives we all will have known love in whatever form it may chose to come.

Show me where it hurts so I can absorb your pain.