[THE FRAMEWORK]

[THE FRAMEWORK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...AS ALWAYS YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT... DONT MISS THE WHOLE POINT...
http://youtu.be/M5GXqQBAXzg


A gentle touch of your framework to make you strong in these trying times where we but whispers of a once great society are situated.
A caress of your medulla and the ride becomes a little smoother... me and thee prototypical.
A whisper in a raging storm of emotions... The stream a river of tears... The sky a delight to see... Juxtapositionally.
Creations of fire flitting across the sky.
Seriphim and cherubim.
Standing on the rim of seeing it all blast into existence... Color from the grey.
Optical clarity and hypervisuality achieved... Life but a blip in all this time.
3000 A.D. Buried in the sand a key... A far distant memory.
Silky caresses to strengthen your framework... A gentle touch.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

TWO BEAST JOINT] A SEXY BEAST SCRIBE

[TWO BEAST JOINT] A SEXY BEAST SCRIBE

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SEXUAL ROMP...

http://youtu.be/43wqOmene8Q

You all undraped out and lying oh so succulently in my fractured psyche as I drift in this state of hypersexuality...

Bout a ton of testosterone and a vivid imagination of what I would do to you.

Bust a nut on the way to busting a nut all over the brown of you.

Sprinkle my cream into your curves and valleys... skeet across mounds of ass and titties.

Never was one to play with my food but damn you taste so fucking good across the table spread.

A monster in the making as I angelically touch the push of your belly and the folds of your lips... such a pretty spurtongue... such a phat man in that boat.

Stand and take notice as I free the beast to play...

UMMM... ME SMELL PUSSY!!!

Hard and gentle as my two sides merge and converge on the way to a screaming orgasm of seismically epic proportions.

Smoke and mirrors and blended realities as your body becomes the release that feeds the need...

Sates the raging blood that surges through the duality.

You such a ripe representation of a feast.

Lay back and give it to me... I promise I will not hurt you, at least in a bad way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ZION TRAIN LEAVING] ALL ABOARD... ALL ABOARD!!!

[ZION TRAIN LEAVING] ALL ABOARD... ALL ABOARD!!!
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TRIP... PLUG IN AND STRAP YOUR BELTS AS WE WILL BE DEPARTING AT WARP SPEEDS...
http://youtu.be/K9xrl3lm0Fw

When I write I try to transport people to where I be... This place where all these voices become a solid roar and emerge fully born.
Bust tricknowledge to the white meat and drop subsonic funk that makes whole alien societies thump to the funky beat.
See I can take you around the corner and stand you against the wall and pull the trigger and cause the death of the word nigger as I blast overstandi

ng all over the wall behind your head.
Paint ghetto graphics on an ugly ass brick wall  in a shitty city of ignorance.
Arrange these syllables and make dry bones gain sinew.
Stand and be recognized.
Take you and make you see the futility of trying to be... Broken and separated under oceans and seas of humanity.
Black my people be.
Make you take the bitter pill of see all this reality and rub salt in the unhealed wounds of physical and mental slavery.
When I pick up the pen.
See...

I have the ability to birth other eventualities where we the supreme have not lost our place and travel in ships across the infinite space.
Falling like cleansing rain from the clouds... In peace do we come...
Beautiful black in the height of all our splendor.
We roaming in universality.
Unstoppable in solidarity... 
THE TRAIN IS LEAVING!!! THE TRAIN IS LEAVING.
ALL ABOARDDDD!!!

LEMME SEE

[LEMME SEE]

THE BEAT FOR THIS PART OF OUR JOURNEY... MAKE SURE THAT YOU PLUG IN...

http://youtu.be/9ZVEFpMXo5E

Let me kiss it while you hold yo legs like that... take my tongue and trace the outline of that pussy. 

Play with that pearl... suck it hard and blow a little air... hum a little bit.

Feel the tightening of your skin as the feeling boils in yo belly and saturates the sheets...

Runs down and glistens in the hairs of my chiney, chin, chin.

I am a pussy licker and a dick droppa... a scream in a quiet room, a motherfucking clock stopper.

Time standing still as I manipulate the particulate.. a scientist as I exert fantasy into the matter.

Touch you on the backs of yo thighs and tongue kiss it again... make it all warm and wet.

Such a pretty pussy deserves this adulation as I dwell in the moment of bout to make this pussy cum.

Grab them titties and squeeze them nipples... stick my finger in your mouth...

Suck it like a little dick.

Let me kiss it while you hold yo legs like that...

Skeet a little sprinkle in my mouth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THESE KEYS

[THESE KEYS]

THE BEAT FOR THIS SCRIBE... DON'T MISS OUT...

http://youtu.be/2bQmzEzm3WQ

When I touch these keys I try to rip the music of the cosmos out of the nether, notes  floating around in the dust of creation that fills the empty spaces where antimatter falls into matter... becomes substantial.

A tickle of the black and white and these lines become syntax, digitally installed into this realm where humanity lives to the beat of a throbbing pulse...

Thumping in these living hearts and flowing through these veins and membranes.

Trying to make the music that will fell the walls of ignorance and dead dreams sanctuaries where so many find themselves lost and cowering in the corner.

Stand and rise oh ye sons of man.

Trickles of music that these words become as they are repeated in all these scales and tones... rising and falling... falling and rising.

Trailing off into the cosmicality of the situation... the causality, that place where two nuerons become the basis of one as they multiply by billions and life erupts from stormy seas.

Struggling for air from between a young queens thighs... dry these weeping eyes.

This alphabetic music that I stroke from these letters and cast to the four winds, tattered is the cloak that covers my ravaged form in this driving storm of creation that blasts across my synapses... sparks of lightning in a mind ablaze... carressing these keys as the pain translates itself.

Soul crying out to be be free from the preponderous weight of all the wrong that I have committed on the way to becoming me... soul screaming at the things that I have seen.

Will the good ever outweigh the bad...

I tickle these keys

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[SOUL CITY REQUIEM ] PRELUDE TO A SCREAM

[SOUL CITY REQUIEM ] PRELUDE TO A SCREAM
THE BEAT FOR THIS SONG... THIS REQUIEM...
http://youtu.be/uMAnFAA0_a4

Another day in the city where we inhabit these streets in our splendor... Shining castles and horseless carriages tricked out and gleaming in the sun.
Maybelline queens and pretty thugs... Winos drunk on the corner, "Bish can I get a dollar? I lost my dream a long time ago in the savage streets of the ghetto."
Crack fiends peeking out of windows and somebody dies from a driveby.
Take a pause for the natural women, smelling like oil from the muslims.
Queens and hoes coexisting as the great orb transits the sky.
Glowing in the distance are the buildings dedicated to running our lives, Industrial centers and clean streets downtown where the dudes in suits speak like they got shit in they mouth... spit that shit and live that shit... thats what that shits about.
Courtrooms where all you are is another nigger that the streets could do without, fuck yo kids and yo wife, consumed by the savage beast... the economy.
Damn these teeth is sharp!
Police cruising the streets in death machines, pistol on their side as they park and look at computer screens, facial identity.
Cannon in the clips under the rearview... mossberg pump a put a big hole in a man... lay his guts all over the land.
Some shit so real you just can't say it nicely... describe that shit in a good way... reality slaps dead to the grey.
Life so like a violent lover... it hurts, yet we fight so hard to stay alive even when we find ourselves beaten down.
Love and life... life and love.
Such necessary pain if we are to exist.
In this the splendor of our times where we are found needing each other so much as we dwell farher and farther apart...
Food for the machine... fodder for the beast.
Bout time to wake the fuck up and get mentally strapped... load yo mind.
This is just another day in the city where so many lost souls reside.

THIS IS ONE OF THE DEFINITIONS FOR REQUIEM: a musical composition in honor of the dead.

BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.

[NATUROTIKA]

[NATUROTIKA]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... IT WAS WRITTEN TO THIS INSTRUMENTAL...

http://youtu.be/dorYQAp88mE

The petals of your flower take me away to a mellow place where everything seems to move in sloowwww motion.

A moment as I pluck the blossom and inhale of it heady aroma... humanity defined in the layers of its scent...  my descent.

A lick of its stigma and  a trip through the style.

The hint of it through the bushes as it reveals itself... opens up in the light to display its lovely color.

Me hypnotized by the totality of the situation wonders of nature.

Such pleasures that exist in a most simple yet complex design... fluid as it blossoms.

We lost in co-existence while entwined in this reality where what is most glorious has become so defiled.

The nature of our continuation villyfied and made into a foul act... 

I awakened in the lure of your attraction... a bee to nectar... a butterfly to your pistal... 

Nourishment to soothe the savage beast that roams in my sensuality.

I aoused in your passionate display.

Let me fall as rain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY