Sunday, January 6, 2013
BEASTSPEAK
[BEASTSPEAK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/DU4Feo9LG2k
Urgently doth this hard beat in mine blood... Maketh I want to beat in thine.
A quick trip through thy veins... Right before I explode through thy ventricles...
Cannons to the left of thee as thy walls are breached and fall to the rushing horde of mine soldier.
One as mighty as a whole army... A beast laying siege to the city of eroticism.
From the land of beateth a pussy located somewhere on a demented plane of sexualvision.
His name doth not matter for he hath only one purpose...
The plunder of thy treasure vault... The plying of thy booty.
A beast hath been loosed upon thy lands and he is calmed only by one thing... The beating of your pink as it encircles his engorged member...
Holding on oh so tightly...
Fucking in the halls of the castle of thy dwelling...
Lace curtains blowing in the breeze...
Urgently.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
Saturday, January 5, 2013
TO THE BLACK WOMAN
[TO THE BLACK WOMAN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... AS ALWAYS A MESSAGE
These thoughts of you leave me prone on the floor of overstanding... The fact that you have been there all along.
You formed to be the companion of Kings who have now been brought to their theoretical knees by theological inconsistencies.
By systems of false hopes and dreams... Acura's sitting in the yards of rented homes... The parking lots of massa's jobs.
The "I HAVE A DREAM" speech looped into the feed for one month out of the year as the children are fed the same old advances again and again.
You have been there all along as the world called me boy and nigger and kicked me dead in the ass...
What have I done to deserve your loyalty?
When we were created did Allah know all the things that we would see and where we would be... Were we the seed that he spoke to Ibrahim about in the book of Genesis?
400 years of the most oppressive slavery ever perpetuated in human history... Its lingering aftermath.
You have been there all along as I was a pimp, a dope pusher and a politician... Formed to be my companion... I to be yours.
We so in need of each other as our people commit thug genocide in the parks and prisons... On street corners where so many boy's become shattered men.
As so many of our sisters run from what is true beauty to wanting to live the Barbie dream... Fake blond hair and blue contacts.
Fall in love with each other because of our perceived weaknesses... Who we have become...
Warriors made into false representations of man.
Got to give it all back.
You have been there all along.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
Friday, January 4, 2013
[BIG MAMA AND MADEA] OR WHY THE BLACK MAN GOT TO DIE
[BIG MAMA AND MADEA] OR WHY THE BLACK MAN GOT TO DIE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/w7OFdzNeAe8
Big Mama and Madea, two names which reign as prime examples of what plagues the African community in Amerikkka.
While we are being confronted with the reality that we are still regarded as less human than the rest of the citizens of the U.S.KKK That we are in some way responsible for being Treyvon Martin or any other number of black youth and adults who are murdered in Amerikkka and then buried under the illusion of he probably deserved it.
Tyler Perry, Eddie Murphy are doning dresses and talking sassy on T.V.
Tyler Perry thinly diguises his shows as Christian shows when we clearly see what the Bible says about men in dresses.
The masses flock to these shows while ignoring that every week there is a writer out there putting out better fare.
Yet black people dont read.
Its about time that we realized that the government is out to get us and that mass media is its tool.
Lil Wayne and other rappers talk about Molly's and other designer drugs. They talk about killing the next black man. They call women hoe's and their brother nigger and its pumped stright to where you live on cable and in the air.
Think about it.
Janet Jackson showed a titty and they passed new legislation.
Before the Afghan war the majority of heroin in the U.S.KKK came from Asia.
After the war started 85% of the heroin in Amerikkka comes from Afghanistan. How is that we wonder?
Hmmmm...
So that means that the U.S. is flying in dope to its people who put it on the street and sell it to U.S. citizens who are then arrested and made to pay money to the same government that sold them the drugs... again.
Wheewwwww.
Man y'all better wake up.
Why the black man always got to die a semi heroic death in every movie he is in?
"Y'all gone head now?"
Some old Toby shit.
See its time that black people see that we will never be regarded as human in a society where we are still slaves in our minds.
Slaves to a system that enslaves people for wages beneath the poverty level.
Enslaves them in the court system and the prison complex.
Enslaves them in inferior public schools prepping them for tests without teaching them a damn thing about life.
Where we feel that we got to march when we should be affecting something.
Making something move.
Man...
Why the hell the black man always got to die.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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
[RAIN DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DEDICATED TO YOU THE BLACK QUEENS
http://youtu.be/
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
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
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

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

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