[MASSIVELY PROFOUND]

THE ART WORK IS BY PAUL SIKA
[MASSIVELY PROFOUND]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT SO IF YOU MISS IT YOU MISS OUT...
http://youtu.be/IgsoJtNscyQ


As a man looks to the darkened sky where the stars hang in suspension and seem to grow in number as his eyes adjust to the pure light...
As he takes her hand and talks to her of infinity and the scientific fact that we are looking at thousands of years ago and the universe shines milky...
Her voice reminds him of biblical stories of love... Songs of Solomon and Makeda and he tells her of new beginnings and old endings that never really seem to stop being...
He is illuminated in her luminescent glow and his strength grows from the spectrum that she elicits... Pain fading away as she smiles and leans into him and inhales of the opium that he bathes in... He sniffs at her roots and remembers his place in the grand scheme of things and finds comfort in the pressure as she leans into him...
His tiny oasis in the desert of mens lives as the sand threatens to swallow the truth whole...
A drink of her cooling water to sate the demanding thirst...
His voice saved by the fluidity of her grace as it washes across the dehydrated strands of his vocal chords...
He opens his mouth to speak and it is the roar of the lion... The shrill sound of the siren... The angels choir... The masses fall silent...
Where once emptiness, trees and grass grow... A cooling wind blows... Life has been restored...
In the midst of difference they have found common ground...
The constellations are witness on a dark winter night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ELEMENTS OF HER NAME FRACTURED]

[ELEMENTS OF HER NAME FRACTURED] 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/d70iusB_P3k

To me thee are like none other...
No comparison can be made that would seem to be adequate.
A sun in the midst of supernova has not thy brilliance.
A million voices raised in harmony are just a whisper when stood beside thee...
La La La Laaaa...
Waves washing agains't mine melanic skin...
Such beauty that a warm breeze on a spring day feels like thee look...
A penetration to the depths of a mans soul and beyond...
Spiraling and fading off into the infinite distance.
With the nappy roots of thine hair do I toya...
Scratching my way into who you really are.
A trip back to the beginnings when we lived in the stars and earth was a way station for those who walked with Allah.
So much have I to tell thee that it may take the rest of our lifetimes for me to even scratch the surface...
Such little time as I try to bring millions of years of truth manifest...
Make you see that this was always and will always be, when dinosaurs walked and men were free... Built the great city of Timbuktu...
A child reading this in 4017 A.D.
In the future of another mans past.
Will put his reading apparatus down and pause and think on these words...
Echoing off into his subconscious.
To me thee are like none other.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HAIKU JIT SU] THE KNOWING

[HAIKU JIT SU] THE KNOWING
THE MUSIC AND I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/o8SqwpfjSmI


[FAJR]
Even the trees bow
The adhan called before light
Darkness falls away

[THE POWER]
Fog on the grass damp
Hovering above the ground
Evaporating

[BIRTH]
Life from womb erupts
Flowers, birds, the honeybee
We in existence

[HE HAS SEEN]
The messenger cries
Madman on a streetcorner
Cloaked in prophecy

[HIS POWER]
The wind carries dust
Particles of our origins
Allah manifest

[THE BATTLE BEGINS]
Gunshot rings out sharp
Repeating in winters hold
Orphans tell the tale

[THE REASON]
Speaking on woman
The reason for love and war
Brittle leaves whisper

[THEY UNITED]

Her pheromones 
Scientifically matched
The circle complete

[OVERSTANDING]

A tickle of neurons
Wisdom attained is retained
Grey hair the reward.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[IN OBSERVANCE AS THE JINN WHISPER]

[IN OBSERVANCE AS THE JINN WHISPER]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/7Kx1DNH-8t8

A man in contemplation sits...
Demons hover in the perimeter of his peripherals...
He calm as he looks at first one then the other...
These are the wrongs he has committed and they snarl and snap...
Bare fangs as long as knives... Claws scrape at the chalkboard of his transgressions... Screeeeeech.
The man calls on Allah and builds his shield... Ancient mantra that he chants... Allahu Akbar... Bismillah.
Even the demons fall silent as the sphere of his influence grows larger...
A dome of proportions magnificent...
Two angels that hover over his shoulders...
Another above his head...
Power has become his manifest...
The demons fade chattering and cajoling into the light of day...
Whispering...
They will be back...
Of this we can be sure...
A man in contemplation in the position of sujud.

Sujud makes man harmonious and concordant with all of creation. This is because all creatures in heaven and on earth—from the stars to the plants—prostrate and are humble before God: “To Allah prostrates whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth,”[97][321] and “And the herb and the tree prostrate {to Allah}.”[98][322]

{NUBIAN [EROTIC ART AND POETRY IN MOTION EXIBIT] LET ME FUNK YOU.

{NUBIAN EROTIC ART AND POETRY IN MOTION EXIBIT} GROWN FOLKS EDITION

THE MUSIC FOR THIS CASUAL STROLL THROUGH NUBIAN PAINT AND INK...

http://youtu.be/aPPOqan2sNs

I a lion stroked into existence by the lines of a lioness... she stroked into existence on whispers of sexuality. We falling entwined into the waters of our beginnings... My impact lessened by her thickness... I slipping into the walls of her womb and caressing her causality as we fuck while making love... There is no separation between the two... They become one.

Our hearts beat in unison as you become the freak, the lovely vision, the crux of my reality...

Paint and paper... Pen and ink... Graphite strokes from a pencil and I strain to contain myself...

You so scintillatingly thrillingly rendered into the here and now... 

Lay down and let me squeeze your nipples and rub your lips as the moisture gathers in the storm clouds of imminent release... Splashes of cum on brown ass cheeks...

You bending over in supplication...

Laid all back...

Bedecked in jewelry and smelling so sweet and fresh...

Ready to do my bidding as I do thine...

Such an exquisitely fine piece of art that you are timeless...

As we linger in the wake of sexuality and primal need...

Fuck me into existence...

Make me be...

You... My ebony fantasy.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

AND A COUPLE OF MORE PHOTOS I FOUND...

[DANCING DIRTY IN SUSPENDED MO] FEATURING TANISHA TANISHAB BYRD

[DANCING DIRTY IN SUSPENDED MO] FEATURING TANISHA TANISHAB BYRD
THE MUSIC AND IF YOU MISS THIS YOU DONT GET THIS TOTAL EFFECT...
http://youtu.be/gY92bTG-DTs

BIG DADDY
I reach for you in preparation of this dance...
A pounding in the deepness of wanting to...
A fall into the thickness so soft...
Wrap around me as I lead you into the motions of this dance...
Your juice the makings of my nut...
I slide into the steps of this dance... Into the all of you...
Your eyes grow wide as I drive into your womb...
Feel the walls as they shudder.
Notes of the song falling into the fuck of it.
You touch the thickness and it expands...
Strains to spray its juice onto the layers of your skin...
To snowcap your clit...
Cum my dear...
Dance with me.

TANISHA
I'd await that chance
to nervously take your hand in dance
in a sexual tw0-step
where you can look in my eyes and see me yearning for your help
oaaahhh
how I'd want you to lead
causing my vagina juice to be juiced-to ooze in response.
as my whispers to you are never spoken- on the dance floor with my sex face
soundless chemistry erupts as my mouth sits in mid air wide open- raw taste
and you swim through me
as I pull you in like the waves to the sea
I'd fuck you-yet you would have to lead that big dick throughout me
play another slow jam this time make it sweet
fuck me-oah fuck me-oah fuck me-no two left feet

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[SEXUALLY CONTRASTED DEVIATION ON DAWNS WINGS] A LEELEE AINT MISBEHAVIN AND BIG DADDY JOINT...

[SEXUALLY CONTRASTED DEVIATION ON DAWNS WINGS] A LEELEE AINT MISBEHAVIN AND BIG DADDY JOINT...
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/UENsktk-zgk

LEELEE

Lay your hands on me
Free the orgasms that's been held hostage
I'm ready for that thick sausage
You rise with the sun
Have me sticky like a honey bun
The best part of waking up
Is getting that grand slam... nice n rough
The breakfast of champions
Just so happens that you're my favorite meal of the day
Over easy serve me sideways
Make my walls cave... I'm your sex slave
My ass in the air while you wax that

BIG DADDY
I wake to a hard on and see you looking all plump and sweet.
Flecks of cinnamon in your skin.
That ass all phat and naked with your pussy hanging out.
So easy to slid it in from the back as you hot from the night push against my stomach and I sink in.
All the way into your womb and beyond as the sun streams through the window and sheds light on the situation.
I roll you over and let you jut lay there as I beat that pussy with you lying flat.
A pillow provides the arch as I hit it hard.
I want to make you squirt and I turn you over and touch that second g spot.
A major volcanic eruption building as your flesh quakes and shakes...
You take me into your mouth as I play with pussy...
I feel my cum pushing its way from my balls to the forefront.
The breakfast of champions.
I lap at yours as you swallow mine up

LEELEE
Divide my legs and conquer
My body's calling so talk to her
Make pinky spit all over your mic
She'll sing that song you always liked
I let out high notes... lemme clear my throat...
So you can move in and provoke
More downpours that leaves my bed soaked

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LEELEE AINTMISBEHAVIN