[THOUGHTS OF FREEDOM WHILE MEDITATING IN BABYLON]

[THOUGHTS OF FREEDOM WHILE MEDITATING IN BABYLON]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PURE MEDITATION...
http://youtu.be/pOobVQtBj3Y


How many?
How many of you who say you want freedom really want it?
Would you even know what to do with it if freedom were placed in your reach?
See I know you say you want it but if thats the case you wouldn't be so constrained by your own mentalities.
Listening to men feed you God on the table of religion... A word that has caused so much hate.
So much death and destruction... Men, women and children killed in the name of Allah...
Killed in the name of God...
The name of Jesus...
The name of Budda.
Need I continue?
So many killed in the name of peace.
I mean ask yourself this: If two people were placed on earth and they had one God how did he become so many?
Perfect sense.
All else is man made lies designed to keep you looking to the sky while he plays with you pants down.
Diddles with you a lil bit.
See all I see is who you be... I do not look for religion in you cause religion is superficial...
I look for your spirituality... How you blend with the universe cause it is our origins...
You know? The chambers of the most high...
They are in your mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[BAD BOY FROM FRENCHTOWN WAY] HIGHLY EROTIC

[BAD BOY FROM FRENCHTOWN WAY] HIGHLY EROTIC

THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS TOTALLY WRITTEN TO IT SO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/-v4KPA9wG34

I was born a bad boy...

Always loved pussy and all it represented...

The origins of man all wet and shit cause dust dont make clay by itself...

Thats why I connect with your freak...

I have never played with that fact...

That I can see your freak pushing against your skin...

Begging to be free, a sculpture carved for me...

Posing in the depths of my fantastic mind where reality and fantasy merge...

That place where your body becomes the art it was meant to be...

A gift to man who feels the need as it drives forth...

Sweeps him along in waves of euphoria as the seed strains to be freed...

See to me you are the prototype...

There is no other woman as lovely on this earth than the nubian queen...

No flower with prettier petals...

I will die the littlest death with you time and time again as our fluids mix...

Carbon and water is who we are...

Reveal yourself to me...

I see your freak...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[CELESTIALLY]

[CELESTIALLY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS...

http://youtu.be/K5paZeWuUSU

If I were a song she would be the lovely notes that resonated from its melodies...
I the bass dropping in subsonic frequencies that vibrate the essence.
Together we would be the healing, soothing rhythms that played in tribute to love and life...
Sang in tribute to freedom and peace.
Together we would play on heartstrings and fill craniums with our sound.
We would ring off brick walls and concrete on fucked up city streets and bring tears to junkies eyes.
We would play in chambers as corrupt governments crushed fell to the onslaught of our crescendo's
If we were a song.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ROOTED IN IDEOLOGY]

[ROOTED IN IDEOLOGY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SHORT SCROLL... YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS VIDEO... IT GOES WITH THE WRITE.
http://youtu.be/OJJUIXcYN10


Once a man set out to deceive in the name of all that was holy...
He changed words and passages and made sperm and egg into fruit and a tree...
He took ax to tree and made it into the cross... He chopped it down and decked it in silver and gold...
Oh what lies he told.
He formed a method of thought that was manifest and built ships of wood that ripped the seed from the shores of Africa and spread it abroad...
Told his seed that he was less than the beasts and built empires off of his back... Set him free unequally...
Oh did the people suffer in the name of peace...
Wood such a weapon of violent intentions...
Oh what a beast.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE ASCENSION]

[THE ASCENSION] 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... THIS IS A KNOWLEDGE DROP...
http://youtu.be/F9wBqUY-B9U



 HE EMERGES FROM THE HAZE OF THE PREVIOUS DAY THAT IS THE DAWN OF ANOTHER...
HE PAUSES AND BREATHES OF THE MIST OF DEW AS IT EVAPORATES INTO VAPORS...
HIS COMING UNANNOUNCED BUT IT WILL NOT STAY THAT WAY FOR LONG AS HE WALKS WITH DETERMINATION TOWARDS HIS DESTINATION...
ANTICIPATION IS IN THE AIR AND HE TRAILS A CROWD AS HE WALKS SILENTLY...
AS HE WALKS UP TO THE DOOR IT OPENS AND SHE LOOKS INTO HIS EYES HE LOOKS INTO HERS AND THE SKY GROWS DARK AS HIS SUN IS TEMPORARILY ECLIPSED BY HER LUNER...
THEY TOUCH AND BALANCE IS RESTORED... 
THE UNIFICATION OF AFRICAN KINGS AND QUEENS IN MODERN THEMES.
AND HE WITH QUEEN BY HIS SIDE ASCENDETH INTO THE GOD STATE...
A MOMENT OF SILENCE AS THE AWED JAW DROPPED AND SLACK EYED WATCHED AS THEY BECOME THE SPARK OF A NEW GENERATION...
FROM HIS FINGERS FLEW FORTH FIRE AS THE ALPHABET FORMED AND REARRANGED IN HIS PHONETICS...
SHE THE FUEL FOR THE BURNING FURNACE WHERE THE WORDS WERE FORGED... REFORMED
STEEL EDGED AND SHARP... SOFT AS CLOUDS.
AND THE FUTURE REMEMBERED THEIR PASSING AND IT WAS GOOD.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[IN THE SKIN YOU ARE IN] A PICTORIAL POETIC EXPRESSION

[IN THE SKIN YOU ARE IN]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE THAT YOU TUNE IN...

http://youtu.be/3FwgtBBextY

I desire to dwell in your skin... 

Tingle in you and cause goosebumps to rise... 

Shivers along your spine.

To be the element of surprise as I course through the makings of your structure...

Become the only reason for existence as we strive to create a nut...

Falling from the branches of your trees in the forest of your hair.

To bring forth the liquid that increases the velosity...

Make you taste of it off the tips of your fingers...

To lick of them myself.

To be the flutters that play along your pussy lips and the beginning of the earthquakes in the depths of your womb.

The cries of extreme ecstasy that erupt from the brownish pink of your nubian lips...

The satisfied sighs.

The coquettish manner in which you look back at me

The twists and contortions...

The wrinkles and the folds...

The exposure to the rays of the sun as I shine in, on and around you.

The closing of your eyes in sexual satiation...

I desire to dwell in your skin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DAYDREAMING SHE]

[DAYDREAMING SHE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... RIDE WITH ME...
http://youtu.be/sBPkiTO-DdA

When I am with her I look eagles in their eyes as I traverse the clouds of her condensation... A walk across her skies.
I soar above the plane of men and burst through her atmosphere into the depths of her outer space where I a satellite orbit... Her gravity my anchor as the solar winds blow and the galaxy expands.
In rotation I am the light and the dark... Day and night... 
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall.
The tree and the dirt that it is rooted in.
The flower and the Monarch butterfly.
An elephant in Africa a hundred years old.
I see eye and eye see creation and destruction... Alpha and Omega fading into the milky canopy of billions of twinkling suns that is the know universe.
When I am with her it all becomes clear and concise.
I am satisfied.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY