AS

[AS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/YQ2rOqdD-HU


As...
As the sun rises above the cosmos and drowns out the light of the other stars, leading us into day.
We these fragmented pieces of those who traveled the stars in a time before.
Once when we remembered who we were.
The garden on other planets and in other realms.
Once when we walked with Allah as our guide... Angels of fire and life infinite.
So far has man fallen from the mark as he is guided by the conglomerate to fiery ends...
Blazing hellfire... Screams into the smoke to be let go... Thermonuclear devastation as the leaders lead us into war.
As...
As we cross into a new millenia still lingering in the vestiges of racism and holding our fellow man down.
Forgetting that we once ruled vast kingdoms and our minds.
That the key lies within.
As the moon rises and the stars break out of their cages are we...
The guide to above and beyond as a moor stands at the helm.
As we.

Jerald hamzahfaruq Murphy

[WE ALWAYS COME BACK]

[WE ALWAYS COME BACK]

THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS....

http://youtu.be/YQ2rOqdD-HU

Once when a child love so new seemed to be the sweetest thing...

Fairy tales where princesses waited in glades and princes rescued them from witches and monsters...

They got married and lived happily ever after in perpetual peace.

Time went on and a young boy saw episodes of domestic violence and broken hearts as love began to reveal her truth.

The witches and monsters sometimes lived in the same house and love wasn't always such a nice thing...

Love had a temper, she could take a nice day and make a beautiful woman cry, turn a cool dude into a fool running around tearing shit up.

Love was jealous and sometimes carried rage... she was the cause of crimes of passion and of  a whole lot of wars.

Her many manifestations ripping at the sanity of so many.

A young man emerged and love tore at his hormones as girls seemed to take on new meaning... Stolen kisses in the parking lot of the church... in the hallways at school.

Foolishly thinking that love was under control as she continued to teach her lesson... Love so harsh a teacher cause its the ones you love who hurt you most... Love has made them closest.

An older man and love still calls out in the night... dreams of her that make a man awake with tears on his cheeks... Missing her so much.

Love seems sometimes to be the bitch and sometimes the whore... sometimes the dirty motherfucker that we never want to anymore.

Love never leaves and we never let go...

Love threatens to rip our hearts out of our chests, to consume our souls and gives us moments of happiness and joy...

We need her so much.

We always find ourselves coming back to love no matter how much she hurts.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[PRIME DIRECTIVE] ONE THOUGHT... EROTIQUE

[PRIME DIRECTIVE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS RABID DREAM...

http://youtu.be/q8YdNXvzzu8

My heart beats in baited anticipation of the things that you are about to show me... Got me swelling up and pushing at the seam... Precum in my Docker slacks.

Pose for me my sweet, a delicious treat for the beast.

All long legs, pretty titties and sweet lil pussy flipping off into the fuck of my mind...

Yep that's usually how they look when they see John Henry, a pure hammer swangin brother...

A pussy fucker like no other...

Lil woman... lil woman toot that thang up.

Let me stand in it and make you bust a splendiferous nut...

Long legs leading to the proverbial fork in the road where choices are made...

Do I want to keep that pussy like this???

Or do I want to turn it around and beat that thang down???

Got the beast confused but stuck.

Fuck... Fuck...

Prime directive simple, get that pussy, make that pussy nut.

Fuck... Fuck.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[MAN MADE FREAKY DEEK]

[MAN MADE FREAKY DEEK]
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/peB5KggIt8A

Every time I see you I want to kiss that pussy...
I mean you fuck me up.
When I see you walking down the street I just want to push you down and lick that pussy right on the sidewalk as pedestrians stroll by.
Legs all up in the sky.
Phat pussy on my tongue.
When I see you in the grocery store bending over I would just love to just eat that pussy from behind as you ground that clit on my beard and against my chin.
Make you bust a nut among'st the nuts... 
In the back of the bus... the front of the car... right before you go to work.
Every time I see you I want to hear you suck in your breath and watch you as you look down at me flicking your clit.
Making you want me to kiss that pussy anywhere and everywhere.
Anytime.
Look at me when I talk to you.
I want to kiss that pussy.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

AGAIN AND AGAIN

[AGAIN AND AGAIN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/bj3y5vFS3Es

Every time I see you its like the first time all over again as I sigh at your sight.
A sculpture of exquisite lines and designs.
You seem to grow younger as the world grows older...
More beautiful with the passing years.
I see you again for the very first time.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

A MAN ALONE

[A MAN ALONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/42eIC1VdRVk

He alone as a sea of flesh and blood surrounds him. Waves of humanity lapping at the wood of the boat as he looks for a face he might recognize. One falling away calling his name in a whisper as another rises to take its place. 
All these who would be his friends singing a sirens song... falling away into time and space... becoming all and nothing. 
A tear in the corner of his eye... falling into the wrinkles of his face... taste of salt as it trickles to the corners of his mouth.
He sits back as the day starts to wane... soon to be the night.
He stands and steps into the sea.

[ITS GONNA BE A REVOLUTION] BLACK OPS PART THREE

[ITS GONNA BE A REVOLUTION] BLACK OPS PART THREE
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycR-efOYYRM&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrbwsCBvIFTIR6y5NL7xtceH

I climb into my car and back out of my drive and head to the coffee shop and order my favorite, a Kenyan blend and a sugar free muffin and sit down by the window and read as the day unfolds around me.
Keep in mind that this is kind of new to me at this time.
I am thinking.
What do I really want to know?
How far am I willing to go?
I am sitting there looking out of the window and I look across the street and I see a dude pumping gas and realize that it is her brother. I pick up my cup and head for the door and jaywalk across the street to where he is.
I just wanna talk to him.
You know what I mean?
I nod even though I don't have too.
He doesn't even notice and continues to talk.
I walk up to him and say "Whats up Darryl?" 
He turns around and says "Whats up bro?"
I say "Man I'm sorry to hear about your sister."
He says " Yeah you two were kinda tight in high school weren't you?"
"Man mom is takin this shit hard bro she had two kids you know?"
"Naw I didn't know that bro. I been doing my own thing for awhile."
"Yeah you went to the army didn't you?"
We continued to talk and people from the hood continued to pull up and  walk over and offer condolences and money to the brother.
Its like that in the hood.
We talk for awhile until he says "Man I gotta go."
I tell him its good that I saw him and walk across the street to my car and drive out to the country road and turn in.
I walk into the house and open the basement door and walk over to the lone steel chair and look into the wide eyes of the dude I have strapped there and I say "You killed a friend of mine and you know what I want. This can be easy for you or hard. It does not matter to me."
I show him a knife and I reach to the side of his head and grab his ear and slice. The knife is sharp and his head pulls away and I hold his ear in my hand.
"Do you understand."
He nods through the tears.
I pull the tape from his mouth and he begins to spill the beans.
I listen and stand up and place the pistol in my hand to his temple and pull the trigger.
Fast and clean in a sense ,even though his brains are all over the floor, on his collar.
I walk out and go to my car and drive away.
As I drive through the city I find my mind wandering.
I look around and where others see the junkies and the homeless I see pain.
It is palpable to me.
I pull into the driveway of the man who I work for and walk ring the doorbell and walk in.
We sit around and discuss the business of the day and I leave and take care of the things that I do everyday but today it seems as if I am in a dream. Nothing feels the same.
I find myself again wondering what I should really do.
I finish the day and go home and sit around and smoke awhile before I stand and walk into my study.
I walk to one of the credenzas and open it and lay the items out on it and contemplate my next move.
Somebody is gonna catch pure hell tonight.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY