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Friday, February 1, 2013

[HAIKU JIT SU] FORMLESS FORMED


[HAIKU JIT SU] FORMLESS FORMED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LESSON... GIRD THYSELF YOUNG ONE...
http://youtu.be/Q6DzMJVkMlY

EMERGENCE]
Verily do they
Lyrical ju jitsu move
Manifestation air


[ARRIVAL]
Ship from space descends
Mist on the wings of its touch
Man and earth unite


[STROLLING FORTH]
Upon footfall thunder
Weary poetic traveler
They await the tale


[MANIFESTATION]
Planet luminous
Path preordained, suspended
Allah wa t Allah


[SHE SHE]
Her eyes chocolate
Skin born of the blackest space
Sun orbiting moon


[THE COURTSHIP]
She smells of apricots
Blossoms so full, bursting forth
The jilted lover cries


[THE BATTLE BEGINS]
Verbal anarchy
Beast of rancid breath awaits
A child born of ghettos


[METAPHYSICAL]
Ganja growing wild
Man inhales deeply, expands
Immense space small minds


[THE WARRIOR APPEARS]
Gorilla crashes
Roar rips through flesh rattles bones
Man has shat himself


[PROPHET BORN]
Pure ghetto prophet
Born of slaves in new futures
The third eye revealed


[THE PRESENT]
Verbal skills unique
Birds take flight on city thermals
Dusty scrolls in caves






Thursday, January 31, 2013

[LETS FILM THIS SHIT] DADDY LONGSTROKE



[LETS FILM THIS SHIT] DADDY LONGSTROKE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... 


In my pornographic mind I ain't politically correct and I don't expect you to be either.
In my pornographic mind I just want to love yo pussy... Make yo pussy love me.
Fuck you till yo teeth rattle and yo toes curl.


In my porno mind I want a dirty slut and a nasty girl... A slave on her knees with my dick in her throat.
I my porno mind I want a good girl with bad intentions
Tease me, please me.


In my pornographic state I dont want to see you smile... I want you fucking ugly as I beat the bricks off your walls... Mouth open, eyes wide.


Take this dick from the back... Bend over and show me what the fuck I wanna see...
Spread that pussy.


Be my slave... Be my freak... Give me that pink...
Buss dat pussy open.
I got the camera rollin.









HAIKU IN RETROSPECT


[HAIKU IN RETROSPECT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WINDING WALK... LISTEN AS YOU TAKE IN THE EXIBIT...
NEVER DONE HAIKU BEFORE SO BE LIGHT ON ME.


[WINTER KILL]

BREATH OF AIR CONDENSED

WINTER ON COLD WIND ARRIVES
WARM STEEL OF PISTOL GRIP


[HER NATURE]

She like summers day

Warm light filtering through leaves.
Glint of blade revealed


[ON THE PORCH]

Hummingbird hanging

Suspended visually
Thunder distantly


[REJUVENATED]

Son of suns drips tears

Sucked into the dirt, filtered
Rain so pure falling


[THE DESCENT]

Angels wings raising dust

Clouds of biting grains swirling 
Man fluttering down





HER NATURE
Light through sundress streams

Hint of mound, caress of breast
Revealed in detail


[JILTED BRIDE]
Dreary day dawns grey

Heavy clouds full of moisture
The bride in white dress


[THE BATTLEFIELD]
Warriors stand ranked

Wind caresses their faces
Flowers bloom vibrantly


[WOMAN DEM]
Woman standing still

Face of stone catching moons light
Cricket in grass plays



[THE TRUTH]
Man transfixed by sky

Meteor flames in freefall
Trust dies savagely fast


[THE  DARK SINGS]
Darkness call's deeply

Reverberating off walls
Soul torn asunder


[FARTHER AWAY]
The Boy cries head bowed

Moon rising from the treeline
Father tills the soil










Tuesday, January 29, 2013

[A DROP OF AN URBAN JUNGLE DROP]


[A DROP OF AN URBAN JUNGLE DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... 
http://youtu.be/p_TM7bE9vKc

We here...
We beneath these clouds placed in the sky by cause and consequence... 
Smell of the air of cities where we are found...
We here...
We seeing these things which transpire... The tale of lives unfolds and holds us in its grasp...
Can't tear our eyes away no matter how sad... No matter how joyous... We drawn in like the moth to the flame.
We here as somewhere someone is enjoying The best meal of his life as someones else succumbs to hunger... A hunched over poor man in the corner babbling bout better days.
A father and mother look at a baby for the very first time as someone in another room fights for his life... Victim of the right to bear arms as sold by the N.R.A...
We here
We living and loving... dying in hate as the sun makes its trek across the sky and causes the shadows to drift... Long, short and fade away... Such a sense of deja vu as this type of shit happens every damn day...
The beast in charge doth play with the existence of the sheep... Culls the herd.
We here.
The Illuminati and the Goyim standing on the chessboard... Pawns preferably falling first as dictated in THE ART OF WAR... A dead king is a liability, it is best to keep him alive... For awhile.
A house of cards falling in slow motion as the wind howls be free, be free.
We here
We as the sun sets at our backs and envelops us in illuminating light...
We completely enveloped and enshrouded in our chaos.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[FLIPPING AND DRIPPING]


[FLIPPING AND DRIPPING]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS TOTALLY WRITTEN TO THIS...
http://youtu.be/vJEJaBNd0dg

Here I be again residing in the galaxy flipped out lyricality where words seem to take on new meaning... have no meaning at all... echoing into the mirror of time.
Repeated over and over again.
I see me standing behind me, standing behind me, ad infinitum.
The purpose so clear yet so far away... at the tip of my fingers... the tip of my mind.
Standing behind a gossamer curtain... Puffed out on a breeze.
No beginning and no end in a purely metaphysical sense as society is reinvented time and time again...
Transitions from boys to men, and girls to women as our lives entwine and take on new meanings...
Twine.
Here I be waxing philosophical on a Tuesday in a sunday school Babylon where words hold the power of keeping some down while holding others up... Prisoners of preconceived notions while revolving around the sun... 
The son?
Evolution of revolutions as time spins away like some old vinyl... The song comes to a dwindling conclusion... 
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Out in this galaxy whimsically...
Reflecting in reflection.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, January 28, 2013

[NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH] INTENSE EROTICA FEATURING Starlet Williams


[NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH] INTENSE EROTICA FEATURING Starlet Williams

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE OF VOYEURISTIC PLEASURE...
http://youtu.be/HpXtIq6sibg

J

I look through the window at you.
So fucked up inside as you stand in your panties and bra.
I know its wrong but if it is I don't want to be right as I pull my dick from my pants and start to stroke it.
You turn around and look me in my eyes.


S

My body reflects in the mirror on the wall
The lights streaming through the windows...
I catch you in the corner of my eye in the shadows on pause
The look on your face entices me to do a show 
Placing my hands realising my skirt below my hips
Snapping my panties to the side . legs gaped wide
exposing my glistering pussy mound... ooh the thought
of you watching have me licking my nipples one by one


J

I stand back as she licks her nipples and show her my dick.
I see cream on her fingers as she plays with her pussy lips and I rub my dick slow. I want this show to last. I hear a door slam but right now that means not a damn thing.
She has hypnotized me.


S

Stroking and stroking... spreading my lips tapping my clit sensing you there throwing my head back Dipping my fingers 3 deep, giving Ms Buttterfly a beating.. soaking the sheets... pussy on heat to the 10th degree... Jumping on these fingers like a trapoline bouncing to release this cream ... the more and more I jump out of the corner of my eye I see that dick get harder.

J

My dick seems ready to burst from the sheath of my skin.
So fucking hard that I could cut this motherfucking glass to get at her if I wanted.
I can see the cream as it dribbles to her ass cheeks... runs down her thighs as she pumps her pussy.
Lips so long they seem to flutter...
Butterfly indeed.
I hear the neighbor walk past the other side of the tree but that don't stop me.


S

Smelling pre-cum in the air drives me wild 
Locking and popping, biting my lower lips 
body squirming ,sweating
spazing..
Taking both hands on this juicy ride 
fingers sticky wet.

I have to take one hand
and taste myself while the other continues to work
Spreading my dripping lips making noise
I'm in a zone humping hard
fall from the shadows daddy 
and finish this show


J

I push at the window and feel it give... I see her eyes and I know that she wants me to take that pussy and I walk up to her and slap her clit with my dick as she arches her back... Pussy juice splatters on my stomach and hers as I slid it in and push her legs wayyyy back.
She tells me to fuck her good and I do pushups in that pussy... Some of that weight drop shit as slapping sounds fill the room.
Damn this pussy is good, we come to a screaming conclusion and I fall on top of her and look to the side and see our neighbor looking in the window in shock.
I give him the thumbs up.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND STARLET WILLIAMS

Saturday, January 26, 2013

[INSTITUTIONS OF INSTITUTIONS] FEATURING RON POETRY


[INSTITUTIONS OF INSTITUTIONS] FEATURING Ron Poetry
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PRESSURE... MAKE SURE YOU PUMP IT VERY LOUD AS YOU READ...

[RON]
MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...
WE WERE RAISED TO..
Share whatever we have and dream prosperity for all respond generous humanity and calamity call.. What keeps us united in all the circumstances? Something must be believed in substances..
Something said and not done, will not work All good work done will be lost in smoke.. We are here for upliftment of all classes it is a difficult task not an easy walk on roses..
There is one conception dreamt about GROWTH and HAPPINESS for all out EQUAL participation in real terms NO COMMUNISM, CAPITALISM or SOCIALISM.
The system which benefits all the communities.. Number of welfare schemes with different varieties..No one is allowed to hold sway over others. Nothing is conceived in haste that bothers..
Rivers are kept pollution free no destruction of forests with trees equal rights for all human beings no violation of any kind and simply undoing...
Time has come to decentralize the powers no higher rise buildings or towers Little huts with basic amenities A step forward for elimination of poverty..
SOCIALISM or any other “ISM” dreamt in concept will not succeed if it lacks teeth with aptness. The poor may increase with lot more agony to add we will have many more in waiting to be fed..
Some kind of vigilant eye to keep watch over happenings certain steps to be taken for good beginning It is not at all bad to dream and put in execution That is how some of the change takes place in MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

[KILL MOVES AKA JERALD]
MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...
WE WERE RAISED TO...
Take what we could to get by, hard as hell living in another mans heaven.
Where children of one race die by guns every day, while being of the other race grants a reprieve.
Till one of their own commits what is called a tragedy, now they crying for gun control and compassion.
Where was all that when my cousin got shot last night. Found dead lying dead in pool of cooling blood on a street in Tifton Georgia.
What is a damn shame to some is the way we live... our condition, so to speak.
A politician done sold you you out for a campaign contribution... Lied on the pulpit on Martin Luther King day bout he felt your pain... Cared about your pickaninny.
How he feels sympathy.
Time to bust down the walls of THEOLOGY, PSYCHOLOGY, AND SOCIOLOGY where so many have become the victims.
Roadkill stinking in the blazing sun of a barbaric system disguised as DEMOCRACY.
Shit plants and toxic waste dumps placed in the heart of the city where the lower half lives, surrounded by steel and glass prisms where brass cornerstones tell the tale.
A SQUARE the LEVEL and a G as the people are held hostage in MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND RON POETRY 2013