THE LIONS DEN

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

[HAIKU JIT SU] WARRIOR JIT SU

[HAIKU JIT SU] WARRIOR JIT SU

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/76bntSFOvpw

[COLD WORLD]

Winter takes hold hard

A man standing windswept

Leaves grow green in spring

[CONCEPTUALIZED]

Day an illusion

Night the harbinger of truths

In dreams we are real

[HIS TALE]

He in tatters stands

Rags whipping in bitter winds

Once he was the king

[RABID DREAM]

The midget dances

Her movements enhanced tiny

Colors of autumn

[THE FORCE]

The form falls as rain

Plinking and pattering sweet

If only men listened

[THE SOUND]

The earth sighs deeply

Her children so far away

Standing on her face

[THE MESSAGE]

Nuclear ash falls

The meat injected daily

Clones and replicas

[NATURE BLESSES]

Raw nature born he

Smell of lotus on soft breeze

He must feed his need

[THE GIFT]

She willing victim

Blood pounding at his temple

She exquisitely

[WET DREAM]

The veil falls away

Such a lovely image she

Rapid eye movement

[HEALING FORM]

She so full and fine

In the deepest recesses

Open and exposed

[THE DANCE]

Slave to her charms

The hunter and the prey circle

They become the same

[WARRIOR REBORN]

The warrior straight

Even in throes of akimbo

Meditatively

[HIS ARRIVAL]

A ship on waves sails

The mist parts to let it through

Masses stand waiting

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MIND CONCUBINE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/Oq-StKzYm4M

I can totally see myself blowing my brains all over you...
Not with a gun see?
I can so see myself blasting all over you in a creamy mental nut...
Covering you in the seeds of my reason... The outer limits of my insanity...
Laying you down and dropping the whole of my weight... Make you feel as light as air...
Sexually free...
Floating in the hyper g of all this velocity...
I can totally see myself blowing my brains all over you...
Butt naked and exposed...
Filling the receptors where the real you is found... driving into your mentality...
Savage thrusts and short strokes... Falling off into the womb of your reasoning...
The cradle of your thoughts...
Make you orgasm to the sound of my words as they caress your origins...
Turn you into putty and build you back up...
Fuck you with my mind...
I am bass...
I can totally see myself blowing my brains all over you.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

[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

Monday, March 4, 2013

[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

Friday, March 1, 2013

[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]

Thursday, February 28, 2013

{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...