IF ONLY YOU KNEW

[IF ONLY YOU KNEW]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU BETTA LISTEN CAUSE THIS IS A WALLBANGER...
http://youtu.be/AwezstsMiL0

What if you knew?
I mean what if you knew that I would give my life to bring honor to my ancestors existence...
Honor to their deaths in a plastic society... molded to look like freedom.
What if you knew that every day that I awake I see the eventual release of my people from the hold of the worst form of slavery...
The kind that begins in the soul and destroys all hopes and dreams.
What if you knew that I dont write just for today tomorrow or next week...
That I have such a hard time with today cause I can see three hundred years away... A future homogenously created.
That the melanin in my skin won't let me see this shit go down without at least saying my part.
That I fear no man or womans hate cause its what I was born of in a segregated city.
The railroad tracks a line of seperation... a line of division...
As once I was a nigger, a negro, a colored boy, a black young man and a grown African Amerikkkan...
Whats my next designation???
Dry bones turning into dust and being recycled back into the life cycle.
What if you knew?
Would you even care in a Muslim way, A Christian way or would you pass me by like the Jews until a good Samaritan came and propped me up.
Asked if I was alright.
I mean what if you knew that self is found in a place where God has no religion... That his spirituality is omnipresent and omnipotent.
That a baby is born with no sin.
What if you knew?

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

RAIN DROP

THE PHOTO IS BY ERIC WILLIAMS AND YOU SHOULD CHECK THE BROTHER OUT.
[RAIN DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DEDICATED TO YOU THE BLACK QUEENS
http://youtu.be/UftMNSCh_EE

If i were a raindrop I would fall from the sky seeking your form. ..
A soft patter and I would roll down your skin.
Linger in a fold... run across your skin.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be reincarnated as the moisture in your epidermis...
A tear flowing from your nasolacrimal duct...
I would relish the moment that I sit on your lips...
The feel of your hand as you brush me away.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be the bathwater that caressess your flower as you wash the petals and the stem...
The walls of the tunnel of mans birth... The littlest death.
Fall onto the page of your ink and smear myself across you as the words meld together.
If I were a raindrop I would want to be the puddles that shimmer as other drops fall in and you walk by.
A glass of the water that you partake of to sate your thirst.
Washed into the roots of your hair to rid you of the dust and the dirt.
If I were a raindrop.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

worlds apart act three

SCENE 3

ACT ONE:

SETTING:

Modern day earth.

JAKARI is alone in the  living room of his and JOHN'S apartment and he paces back and forth.

We can see that there is apparently something agitating him.

He looks behind everything, the bookshelf, he looks behind and under the couch, he even lifts the pictures off the wall and looks behind them.

We hear a car pull up and after a second we hear keys jingling as the front door opens and JOHN enters the room.

JOHN looks around at the state of the room and says "Man what the hell is going on here? 

You done fucked this room up.

JAKARI

stops looking around the room and pauses a moment before he says "Bro I know you like fucking around, and I don't know how you did it but I am gonna figure it out and when I do."

JOHN

"When you do what bro?

Man you done really lost yo mind. 

You really been trippin the last couple of days lookin all strange and stuff.

Man if I didn't know better I would think that you were on some hard drugs."

JAKARI

Man I ain't on shit. I just know this is the kind of thing that you are good for.

Thats all you do is live for the moment.

All these different women that you have sex with, its just a way of not really looking at your life.

You never slow down to confront anything, even pain.

JOHN

So what you do is better? Dude you live like a fucking hermit. You don't even open the blinds.

You dont even call your mom to see if she is okay.

Shit you dont even call her to tell her that you are okay.

When was the last time you even went to the mailbox?

In the backyard?

JAKARI

What does that have to do with you playing tricks on me JOHN?

Putting microphones and stuff around the house.

JOHN

Man I dont know what you talking bout but I hope you get some help for that shit.

Microphones and shit. 

I hope you ain't saying this shit to nobody else cause you sound crazy as hell right bout now.

JAKARI

I might sound crazy but I know you got something to do with this JOHN.

JOHN

Yo mama said to watch you cause you might start trippin, I told her you was okay but nowI wonder if she was right.

JAKARI

Stands and looks at him and asks "You been talkin to my moms behind my back? So ya'll think I'm crazy cause I got feelings? 

He sit down on the couch and places his head between his hands.

Man I dont know whats going on but I know I aint crazy bro.

JOHN

What you mean JAKARI?

JAKARI

Nothin bro... nothin.

JOHN

JAKARI I been trying to talk to you a long time bout what happened and you keep holding it in. Yo keep doing that and sooner or later you gonna bust bro. I feel it when I read your stuff now bro its like you about to explode but you holding it back.

I know I keep saying it but you got to get yo ass outta this house.

All prisons aint got steel bars, sometimes they are made out of flesh and blood and thought.

That is the worst kind of prison, the kind that we create for ourselves.

That where you are right now JAKARI trapped in the dungeons of your own prison.

JAKARI

Sits in silence as JOHN walks to his room and closes the door.

ART OF SEX FEATURING MORGANNE RAY

ART OF SEX FEATURING MORGANNE RAY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JOURNEY. MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/Be2ONjllpWE

M
Passion flowing freely
feeling the dick throbbing beneath me
Paint your face with my juices
oozing from my personification
on the brink of insanity and complete elation
Mind thrown into immediate juxtaposition
sweating crazy as our bodies transition

J

Blood beating in my phallus like tribal drums...
So high on you my mental hums.
Dribble on your belly a trail of pre ejaculating jism.
Translucent liquidation to sate the fires of thy sensual biorhythms.
Swerving and careening in punch drunk lust.
The wanting of you a pounding must.
We draped in the lingering spasms of a superbly, magnificently, shudderingly and completely psychedelic nut bust

PUM PUM

[PUM PUM]

THE MUSIC FA DA PUM PUM...

http://youtu.be/8GEOo-ZsB_s

All off in these hypervisual dreams of your pussy played out in a sex crazed mentality... Some a dat wreck a punani insanity... Beat... Beat... Pussy destruction, reconstruction.

You want a gentle-man you better go and find you one cause I be's pussy beast supreme.

I drop the most massive of fuck weight... If it aint fuck nasty freaky it aint me.

Thump... Thump, all in dem walls.

I talk this way cause beast need... Beast need...

Savagely.

Walk in the door, rip clothes off and just take that pussy...

Let you take this dick.

I in awe a dat pretty pussy that comes in so many styles, so many delectable flavors.

Just pure dee fucked up in the want to fuck you up.

GODDAMNNNN!!! You fuck me up!!!

I am going to perform straight ballet in that pussy.

Told ya I was a beast.

THEM TITTIES

[THEM TITTIES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MASSIVE ROMP... YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/JFP1U3hG1Qk

I aint no tittie man but them big ol thangs got me all fucked up.
Big pretty black nipples and such beautiful areola, always have liked that word... seems to roll off the tongue like a lick...
Just a lick.
Mmmmmm.
Woman I want to rub my brown into your brown as I lay you down...
Your cream and mine blended into a sweet concoction of the fuckality of you and me.
A drink of the taste and texture of ambrosia gracing gold cups...
Pour thyself across my taste buds... Run down on me in hot rivulets of little deaths as the Asians say...
Cum in the center of your brain and let it explode in lyrical displays of "Beat that pussy daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me !"
I ain't no tittie man but you got me rethinking that position... reconsidering that line of reasoning.
Pretty brown and so damn full as they jut out that way.
Dick all down in the seam of my pants... dripping pre-cum and straining to be freed from this cotton cage.
I have the strongest desire to grab you roughly and tear the clothes from your skin... squeeze your breasts and put both of your nipples in my mouth while you ride the thick of me.
Grab them from the back as they hang and swing with me beating rhythmically at the walls of your tight punanni... spanking those ass cheeks.
Whew!
Them titties... Them titties.

LOVE TORN

[LOVE TORN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/3jzRSt5kB5k

When I see your face my heart bleeds blood into the tingle in me... Tears at the corner of my eyes.
Once we were everything, once when the world was ours to conquer... Once when our connection was so strong that walls fell in our presence.
So many nights have I awakened to the manipulations of you... Memories of a dream that while I wishing to stay fades away.
So many times have I dreamed of us beating as one again...
Once everything now nothing as the days race by to the end... Whether now or a year in the future where you in my soul still burn...
Fire so hot that in its passing planets are rendered asunder... So hot that even devils in hell would run to escape its heat.
Vaporization as across the plains doth it sweep.
Angels wings beating a fluttering pattern of sound into the mental skies where a humbled man finds torment while confronting pain.
Finds comfort in the knowledge that there is a tomorrow if Allah so wills.
Another day to reminisce on the happy times and the rough ones... To try and try again.
If I didn't laugh this pain of we apart would crush me like the gravity of Jupiter... Reduce me to my smallest form.
Make me disappear into the all of it.
Another day where I find your face in the crowd...
Another night in my dreams...
I survive alone in these thoughts.