[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]

[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL...
http://youtu.be/
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I think of thee in a thunderstorm of epic proportions.

A rain of emotions washing across the plain of mine sanity in torrential sheets.
Wind driving water into the windows of mine soul... trickling down in undefined lines... aqua so fluid.
We swept along in the flood as it threatens to wash it all away... memories and all.
A picture floating away... away.
Grey and black clouds that seem to touch the tops of mental trees as a day becomes a year, a year a decade and a score.
Pain does not go away it just become a little less sharp as its blade grows rusty and dull.
Sometimes taken from its box and cleaned... shining as it is rubbed and carressed.
Glint of the tears as they fall onto its steel and shimmer in watery drops that catch the reflection of a man.
Blinding the force of this tempest as it threatens to change the very land that a man doth stand on.
Submerge all in a watery grave.
The sun shall come out tomorrow... the sun... the sun.

[FUNKY MIDNIGHT REFLECTION]

[FUNKY MIDNIGHT REFLECTION]
THE MUSIC AND YOU HAD BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MQjenv8Po0k

Woman...
Thy on the wrinkles of mine funky mind... swinging on mine mental vine.
Woman all thicked out and drizzling like syrup into the works... ummm so sweet.
Deep dark chocolate and sensual brown eyes.
I adrift in thy megaverse... multiplistically if i may start a discourse of the complexity of  thine influence on the artistic in me.
I in great divergence as considered mathematically.
Woman...
The root of mine equation squared...
In thee quantum physically... interdimensionally...  feel me?
360, as the circle complete... 
I shall scribe thee pyramidically... all off in your pi.
Break thee down to the very last compound... chemically and atomically... anatomically.
Woman...
In the thump thee are the bass... in the melody the tweet... in the song the sweetest sound as it plays across eardrums.
Wrapped up and laid down.
In the lab of mine scientific analogy thy art the key to cure some of mans disease... blue dreams and such.
Fill mine cup and let me ingest of thee as I digress into thou interdimensionally.
Woman.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[THE NEED] PART TWO. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

[THE NEED] PART TWO. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL57D6D7EA9F725484


J
"Lisa right" I ask as I sit a little straighter to ease the beating of my heart.
Damn she smells good.
Today she is wearing a sundress and I see the brown of her thighs and look away before I lose it right here on this bus.
She has fueled so many of my late night fantasies and I have touched her in so many dreams that I have to restrain myself from reaching over and rubbing her.
I look into her eyes and start to talk to her. I ask her if the the child that I have seen her with from time to time is hers and she tells me yes.
We talk back and forth for awhile before I actually realize that our conversation is good. That she is interested in what I say.
As she talks I look into her eyes... I look at the way her lips move.
I do not want to forget a second of this moment.
She has turned in the seat a little bit and I really have to contain my self to keep from staring down.
Her breasts beg for my touch... her thighs, mmmmmm.
She asks me why I am alone. How long has it been?


L
He said my name and I melted right there in my seat. After all this time, we are finally having a conversation. That smile, those eyes, and his deep baritone just sent me over the edge. My external self is ALWAYS ladylike. But internally I'm doing somersaults. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. I hang onto every word that falls from his beautiful mouth to my attentive ears. Turns out he is a chef, which is great because I love to eat. We have a few things in common, like our love for writting. He asked if the child he has seen me with was mine and i said yes. Even though we sat in the middle of the loud disruptions on the bus, I can only see and hear him. Content in our own little world. Conversation flowed like melted butter on rolls. I looked into his eyes and he's ruggedly handsome. I couldn't help but notice a few strands of hair peek through his uniform. Oh, how I love a man with a hairy chest. His eyes: passionate. His lips: made to be kissed.
What am I doing? I question myself about that temporary moment of lustful thoughts. I'm only human. It HAS been two years.
But I can't help but wonder why is he single?


J
Time has taken on a new meaning. All that I see is she, all that I am is her.
I look into her eyes and it is as if can see her soul, as if it is meant for us to be here at this moment in time.
She is fine as hell and I keep thinking I want to touch her... yet as a king I must repress such primitive urges... my primal need.
We talk for awhile while I bask in her energy.
I tell her what kind of work I do and she also tells me that she is a writer. Wow!
I sense that there is another question on her mind and I ask her to ask me anything.
She looks at me and says "Why are you single?"
I think for a moment before answering...
I tell her of the time that I spent in jail cause that's where it all began, the promises that I made to Allah.
I tell her of my last real relationship.
How I wanted it to work out sooo bad that I stayed just a little to long because of my love for my children.
How one year alone became two and two became five.
She listens to my every word and times seems to have slowed down as I pour out my soul to this woman that I have just met.


L
I listen to his words and I absorb them like a sponge. Every spilled syllable from his lips are suctioned up and saved in my memory bank. My heart bleeds for him, as I symphathize and relate to his plight. The failed relationship, how it must have affected their children. I never would have thought looking at him now that he was incarcerated. I want to hug him and let him know that I understand. Tell him that after hitting rock bottom, there's nowhere left to go but up. I shared my private pain with him as well. How I married my college sweetheart and had two beautiful children. Twenty years of marriage came to an abrupt end when infidelity came into play. Without warning, I was broadsided and I still haven't fully recovered from the devastation of losing my other half. But today as I talk to this King, I see that there's hope. He's brought a glow to my face that's been missing. The joy in my heart is unexplainable. All of this from a man I barely know. But it feels like we've known each other forever. I look out of the window and notice that my stop is coming up.
Damn...


J
She listens as I talk and I can see that she is paying attention I also know that her stop is coming up.
She looks at me anxiously and begs my pardon as she gathers her stuff.
I grab my backpack and stand with her and she looks at me with surprise in her eyes as I walk to the door of the bus with her and when the bus stops and she opens the door I step off behind her.
We stand there for a second before I ask her her phone number.
I pull my Samsung from my pocket and add her to my contacts and we continue to talk as she walks up to the doors of the school she works at.
I do not want to let her go.
I have waited so long for this moment.
I ask her when I can see her again and she says she doesn't know we will figure that out when we talk tonight.
It takes a moment for that to register and when it does I smile.
She turns and walks away and I watch as she disappears through the doors of the school.
I unlock my phone and call my job to tell them I will be late as I walk down the sidewalk.
Lisa... 
Lisa all on my mind.
Mmmm mmm mmmm.


L
Time flies when you're having fun. The short time we had on the bus sharing glances into each others lives... as well as our eyes... has flown by in the blink of an eye. To my surprise I noticed that he followed my lead off of the bus and asked for my phone number. I see that he has a samsung, as do I. Yet another common thing that we share. We exchanged numbers as he asked when would we see each other again... away from public transportation. I promised him that I would call him tonight so we could make plans. We're both busy with work and kids, so I hope we could make time soon. I dreaded walking through the door at my job as I watched him slowly walk away. I close my eyes and take a deep sigh. That warm smile and trusting eyes are etched in my brain. You know, that side of the brain that boils creative juices and holds beautiful memories hostage. Yup, I have my visual of him locked away safely. It's going to be a long day.

[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]

[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/9Pes54J8PVw




Waiting... I stand waiting for you as the world hurtles past...
So fast... a moment at a stop light and then full speed ahead only to run into another stop light.
A series made up of herky jerky succession and regression on the way to moving ahead.
Standing stock still as the motion threatens to make one earthsick.
Rush hours and commutes to the towers which thrust into the sky bearing witness to mans need to impress queens... to own the land that other men work on.
Phallic symbols which will one day fall to the ground as rusting metal returning to the dirt from whence it came.
Carbon signatures of once great nations which make up the foundations of who we are.
These larger than life creations of Allah... so small and insignificant...
I wonder how you shall come... will you overwhelm or will you be as the tide slowly creeping in?
Will you make my breath catch in my throat or will you be as honey... dripping into my subconscious... sweetly sweet.
Standing on the corner of life waiting for you...
Waiting.

[THE NEED] PART ONE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

 [THE NEED] PART ONE. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...






J
I wake from sleep and instantly she flits across my mind.
I see her everyday and I want to talk to her but it seems that its never the right time.
I stand and walk into the kitchen and start the coffeemaker and commence to throw together a breakfast.
A couple of boiled eggs and some turkey bacon. Fresh pineapple that I sliced last night.
The alarm on my phone rings and I turn it off.
I don't know why I set the damn thing, I always seem to wake before it goes off anyway.
She crosses my mind again and I drift on the memory of her as I drink my coffee and eat.
I have been alone for 5 years and I value my freedom, yet she makes me want to be with someone again.
We catch the same bus every day and we have for about a year, the first time I saw her the bus was crowded and she walked on and I closed my eyes for a second as I willed her to sit by me.
She was so beautiful that I found myself wanting to smell her just to see if beauty had a smell.
She walked past the one empty seat before where I was sitting and slid into the seat next to me. 
I felt her thigh as it brushed mine and then I smelled her.
I swooned, if a warrior can do that.
Her scent was magnificent.
That was the first time.


L
The alarm wakes me from the same reoccurring dream.
He held me in his loving embrace... our eyes meet and then...
The loud siren reminds me that it's time to get ready for work.
Why do I constantly think about this man? I don't even know him. But there's something about this handsome stranger that peeks my interest.
I shower, get dressed and make lunch for the kids before they head out for school.
Grapefruit, toast, egg whites and green tea was consumed before I rushed to the bus stop.
I've spent many lonely days and nights since my divorce 2 years ago from my sons' father. Afraid to be hurt again, I chose not to open my heart to another.
My thoughts take me back to him. Everyday for about a year, I have seen this gentleman on the bus. He has a pleasant smile. I have a good vibe about him. I'm not sure if he's married.
We have only talked once.
That was a year ago.
I stepped onto the bus and paid my fare. I look across and noticed two empty seats. One was next to him. 
For some reason I was drawn towards his direction. 
I sat next to him and our eyes met and we smiled.
I was giddy like a school girl on her high school crush.


J
We talked that first time and I know her name.
It's Lisa, and sometimes I have found myself repeating it in my mind like a mantra, a talisman with which to ward off evil.
Today I have made my mind up. I am going to talk to her. I am going to invite her into my world.
So many years alone because of my desire not to be hurt again... Because of my desire not to hurt anyone.
I have had sex but I have always laid it on the line.
Told women that we could be friends but never lovers for love has been such a bitter friend of mine.
I have seen her on rainy days and cold days. Hot muggy days when her hair became damp with her sweat and the curls of her new growth seemed to frame her face like that of a painting from one of the great artists whose work hangs in museums.
With her heavy on my mind I open the door and the light of this new day rushes in and seems to pull me forth.


L
Jerald...
He replied as he shook my hand. His smile was warm and friendly. I felt comfortable and safe in his presence. A modern day warrior protecting his Queen.
Since my divorce, I swore off relationships. I accepted my inevitable future of living alone with a few cats. Maybe even going to the nearby bingo hall to pass time. I couldn't see myself back out on the dating scene.
I've been celibate for two years and quite frankly, wasn't stressed for sex. I figured one day God would send me a mate... in due time.
This man right here, you could tell he was a hard working man. I've seen him headed to work wearing his uniform, while other men were hanging out on street corners working their illegal hustle.
I looked into his eyes and saw a kind heart. There was something about this man that was different from the rest. 
What was once a cloudy day, took a complete turn. The moment he spoke, the sun shined brighter, the birds sung louder. I can hear The Rascals singing in my head...
It's a beautiful morning...
A beautiful morning indeed.
I was anxious to see what the day had in store.


J
Damn man why the bus always got be so late?
I want to see her.
Oh, there it is. I see it as it stops at the stop before mine and the long line of students pile on. it seems to take forever and I move towards the back of the bus to sit in the back corner where I always sit. I like to see who gets on the bus. I was once on a bus where a woman got on blasting at her husband for stealing her food stamps.
Her stop is three stops from min and I see her standing there before the bus stops.
Hands done got sweaty and shit but its now or never and the bus stops.
She is the first one on and I am sure that she will take one of the seats to the front... I do not feel like walking up there where the old women sit. They are just to damn nosy. All up in your mouth and shit. 
She shows the driver her pass and starts to walk through the bus and she makes her way to the back and looks me in the eyes before taking the seat next to mine.
I muster everything I have and I turn to her and say... "Hi.


L
I looked at my watch, then look up the street.
Where is that bus?
With my foot tapping and my mouth releasing inpatient grunts, I wait. Feels like eternity.
Finally the bus approaches. There goes that school girl giggle again.... accompanied by butterflies inside of my stomach.
I flash my bus card to the bus driver as I scan the crowded bus. I have a good feeling about today. 
The bus was filled with passengers, loud voices and that stinch from the drunk man sitting in the front. I tuned the world out when my eyes found his. My legs felt wobbly as I made my way towards the seat next to his. He still wore that warm, pleasant smile. I take my seat and he says... 
"Hi."
"Hello, Jerald." I replied

[SHORT LOVELY EMPRESS SUITE]

[SHORT LOVELY EMPRESS SUITE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... I LOVE THIS BEAT...
http://youtu.be/9gWr2aSTqGs

Rock me with your impact as you crash into the core of me planetarily... you a force of thermonuclear proportions falling from the depths of the cosmos.
I rotating on my axis as I revolve in the light of the sun, bask in the light reflected by the moon.
Spinning, spinning as I absorb the essence of all that you are... take on fractions of your properties... manifest life in the image of we.
As lovely as the Aurora Borealis, electrically exciting statically.
Thee african queen... thee.
I try to write words that form an image as pretty as you but I remain just a man... creation but a fragment of the whole.
These words but whispers and slashes on a page in this eventuality... sometimes an elicited shout echoing into the hollowness of the space time continuum... bouncing off of the walls of the universe.
Solar the flares erupting and sweeping as solar winds... so much energy that it can never be contained.
Rock me with the full force of all thy impact... crash into my core.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

BLACK WOMAN IN BLUE ON 4

[BLACK WOMAN IN BLUE ON 4]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC . THIS PICTURE WAS SUBMITTED BY PUSS N BOOTS...
http://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA




Black woman black woman what makes you so blue?
What made you choose that color from the spectrum?
So blue.
Black woman if I could I would take that color and rend it asunder...
Rip it from your spectrum.
Would that it could cure you.
Smoke drifting into the stratosphere of your emotions...
Filtering the drops of water that fall into the lake of shimmering water that is you.
So blue.
Black woman I am there for you through all these times, the good and the bad... Pretty and ugly.
When the sky seems as dark as a cave where feelings go to die... Withering in the corner.
Sing the blues and beg for another chance...
Make sound erupt across the plain beneath this cave... make the animals stop and give pause... the birds fall silent in awe.
When it seems as if tomorrow might be the last day in the blue of midnight I am there for you empress.
Black and blue in all these allusions of you.
Black woman if I took away blue would you feel better as the weight lifted from your shoulders... evaporated into the atmosphere on tendrils of smoke...
Black woman... black woman...


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY