{LOVE INDUCED INSOMNIA]

{LOVE INDUCED INSOMNIA]
THE MUSIC AND IF YOU HAVE NEVER HAVE LISTENED TO ANY SONG THAT WENT WITH A POEM YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/xMFAFcRwBdg


I can't go to sleep at night or wake in the morning without you crossing my thoughts...
A fragment of a distraction, or rather a most exciting attraction.
I so lost in your charms that all is but a backdrop to you on my screen.
So vivid that your colors seem to bleed into the whole scene... All is you.
I a bird caught up in your vortex... thermals that take me to the white of the clouds and beyond... 
Into the darkness of my innerspace where monsters still lie curled in the corner... 
Held in place by fragile strands of hope that this is the real thing.
Just once let it be.
Why does this thing have to be so hard when all I want is to hold you... 
To let you lay your pretty little head in the crook of my arm and drift off into a satisfied sleep...
To show you the dimensions of my dimensions where I a dreamer see the future.
Stories of us told to young lovers...
The new age Cyrano in shades of black, grey and white.
Reciting lines of prose ripped from the essence and scribed on the walls of my soul.
A tormented man standing in a realm where there is no night and day...
Time has no relevance to me when I think of you...
It stands still while all around is motion...
A state of constant flux...
I cant go to sleep at night...
I cant go to sleep at night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DAMN... BRO... WE MADE IT]

THE PIC IS FROM EBONY ARTS PAGE

[WE BE BROTHERS]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... SOME OLD SCHOOL SHIT...

http://youtu.be/8INF6Oz_uzo

We grew up where other motherfuckers dared not go... That was our home.

When my mama whupped my ass she whupped yours too... Yours did the same.

Thick and thin was how we stuck.

We grew up where the police came 6 cars deep and called you nigger right before they locked yo ass up.

We drank the finest wine with the dirtiest wino's and had respect for them cause they were our elders.

M.D20/20... Thunderbird and pinapple juice.

They robbed us and we robbed them back.

We stole cause we had too, hunger is a bitch and the ground is cold when you got holes in yo shoes.

We was wilder than a fucking herd of escaped bulls and we wrecked the china shop.

Rusty 22s and shiny 9s.

Thought that gave us power.

We fought together and fought each other... somebody got to be the leader of the pack.

We read books given to us by the Rastas and the Muslims and went to sleep in church, tricknowledge screamed at us on sunday mornings.

We fucked the same girls and compared notes... Made em think they had tricked us as we busted many nuts.
No matter where I went that shit we learned in them bricks gave me an advantage.
The first time I was in jail you woke me up out my bunk... I did'nt even know yo ass was there.
We worked that shit too.

When my first child was born we got fucked up together... When my son died we did the same thing under the oak trees in my front yard.

We buried so many demons that day... Forgot so many transgressions... Brothers reborn in strife.

We started like that and 360 gone make us die like that.

Brothers till the fucking end.

Blee dat shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

When shit went down you were there...
My brother you were there.
When my mama whupped my ass in front of everybody

[RED RIDING IN THE HOOD] AN EROTIC TALE PART ONE

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[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]

[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

[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