"(THE WAY I SEE) THE SEXUAL BEAST SPEAKS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNBiUwNjQd0&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Picture you butt naked and laid all out… The brown of your skin as I admire the plumpness of your thighs.
The pretty petals of your blossoms peeking from the blackness of your bushes as I the explorer gaze upon the shores of your melanic continent… A fatter monkey than any I have ever seen.
The beast that screams from the depths of my belly… lust and just plain raw savageness.
His breath coming in bursts that threaten to set all ablaze… His touch raises goosebumps in anticipation of his manipulations…
Welcome to the lair…
Such a delectable morsel as it I the traveler manipulate with rough tongue.
Your cries the fuel for my kinetic energy… Feeding the fyah of my engine… Beat and pound… turn it around… Beat and pound.
My name a chant echoing in the chamber of my fantasies where you a willing slave wait on your knees… a feral queen beast…
There you lie all but naked and spread…
I prepare to feed on the nature of your freak.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY"
[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART TWO
THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS EPISODE...
The day dawns hot and the father who it turns out is named Smokey wakes before the sun rises above the horizon.
He turns and looks at his wife and smiles as he thinks back.
She saved his life and the life of his son.
It has been 10 years since he arrived here and the men who perpetuated the crime have never been caught.
He rolls out of bed and goes into the other bedroom and looks in on his son who sleeps in the bed that he built with his own hands.
He is a carpenter and a damn good one and it has served him well.
The family is doing well.
He wakes his son and together they leave the house.
The boy goes off to tend to his chores and as Smokey walks he thinks of his son.
The boy is mindful but quiet and he seems to learn things in a different way... he asks questions for which there seems to be no answer and then he answers them himself.
The answers always make perfect sense.
The father goes into the barn and starts to work. He knows he will not see his son till much later. The boy will do his chores and disappear as always.
He will not return until it is time to do his last chores.
Smokey has come to realize that this is what the boy needs... space.
The woman whose name it turns out is Melinda wakes and the house is silent, her men are gone.
She sits on the edge of the bed and thinks about them both. The husband and the son.
Funny how God can take away and give back.
She thinks of her son who came to her hungry dirty and crying and tears well in her eyes.
He is so different and she wonders if he can remember what happened that day and that makes her sad.
Yet the boy even though quiet is well adjusted. He speak to people at the right time and knows how to hold a conversation, its just to her he seems to be holding something back.
She loves him and his father with all her heart and that much is truth.
she stands and begins her day.
The boy whose name is Sampson finishes the last of his chores and reaches down and pats the half wolf who walks by his side.
No one knows where the dog came from and the boy has had him for over a year.
The dog and the boy showed up after one of his excursions one day and he has never left the boys side since.
His father asked him what the dogs name was once and the boy said "He has no name."
He whistles as he starts to leave the enclosure with the cows and the dogs ears perk up. This is how he communicates with the animal.
He walks to the edge of the woods and he and the dog seem to disappear into the trees.
They walk and walk until they are deep into the woods and the boy pulls his slingshot from his back pocket. He carries lead balls and has killed birds and rabbits with it. He always takes what he kills home and he cleans it himself.
He has a profound respect for nature and he is at home with it.
He sniffs and his dog smells what he smells at the exact same time... His senses in some respects are sharper than any animals and they start to walk towards the smell.
They come to a hill of dirt with trees on top of it and walk up it together when they reach the top and look down they are surprised to see a black man sitting there with nothing but a loincloth and sandals on. His body is painted and is cooking a rabbit over a spit.
The man is silent and has his back turned to them. The boy is surprised when the man says come down here son.
He does not even turn around and the boy looks at the dog but the dog immediately goes down and sits by the man who reaches out and pats him.
The boy is astounded by this. his dog has never done this before and it piques his interest.
He walks down to where the man is and sits on the ground in front of him.
The man looks at him and for an instant the boy feels as if he has fallen into the stars as he looks straight into the man eyes.
The man speaks and his voice fills every bit of empty space in the boy.
"I have many things to show you."
The man begins to talk of ancient spirits and how the boy is connected to them and the boy feels something inside of him give.
He has waited 10 years to hear these things.
THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT THE END OF OUR TALE... STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.
jerald hamzahfaruq murphy
[AS THE MUSIC PLAYS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FLIGHT OF FANCY...
http://youtu.be/4NESbSLWHe8
A bob and a weave and I manifest in the field of your vision...
A sentence and you spellbound fall swooning to the ground...
Such a delicate movement and I catch you in midair as our eyes make contact with devastating impact and lay waste to whole forests of lies.
The whole of time, space and visualization in the stages of our stratification...
Such a delicate dance that the crowded masses stop and make room.
Your gossamer dress catching the currents of the air and moving hypnotically...
A lonely poet dreams on the dawn of a new spring...
Young green leaves budding on waking trees.
Blood stirring from the lair of winters hold...
A bob and a weave and I manifest fully seen in the brown depths of your optics.
Shall we?
[DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF MISREADING THE URGENCY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/0vITn5g3VXU
I descend from the darkness a glimmer in a telescopic lens... Growing larger as I careen through the other suns galaxies at hyper velocity.
As warnings sound on old air raid sirens and the internet flickers from the solar of my emanations... The inevitable arrival.
A son of a sun born in a system sirius.
A piece of the dog star unleashed to destroy and rebuild.
The eye of Horus which is the third portal shining from the darkness of knowledge, another piece of the puzzle made into the black.
Called evil to cover the truth of little white lies that have such dire ramifications.
So many who read this that will not overstand.
They who have made manifest their destiny through reverse psychology and racial deception tricked out to shine Red, White, and Blue as they distorted dance in perceptions.
I descend from the darkness screaming as I crash into your planet.
Massive impact.
jerald hamzahfaruq murphy
[HAIKU JIT SU] THE ROAD SO LONG
THE DOJO SONG THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THEY SILENT SIT...
http://youtu.be/BSqDLROyafg
[LOTUS]
He meditates one
So many voices calling
The well of souls deep
[THE BLOSSOM TREMBLES]
She wavers in sight
The veil shimmers in the breeze
Fact and fantasy spun
[INTROSPECTION]
His journey begins
Bourne on the strains ascending
Heaven a thought away
[SHE SPEAKS]
One voice of many
Tone angelic quality
Rising above all
[IN SUSPENSION]
Lives pass by fleeting
A second an eternity
All becomes nothing
[THE JOURNEY WITHIN]
Darkness begets light
Knowledge swirling celestial
Worlds open pineal
[THE WELL OF HER HEALING]
Her salve heals his flesh
Penetrates to his hard core
He rises reborn
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[FULL CIRCLE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... KNOWLEDGE DROP...
http://youtu.be/1uq0qdrCXMM
When.
The world was new and man was but a thought in Allahs vast and wondrous mind.
When.
Angels crossed the dimensions and ecosystems developed unaffected by the development of society.
When.
Male and female held hands and walked through gardens and man made the choice between Allah and his queen...
Cast into a savage world where the progeny still kill each other cause we all came from one seed...
Cain and Able time and time again.
When.
Will humanity see the futility of all this separation and we arrive at the waiting stars as laid out in milky patterns.
Free of the constraints of religion and preconceived ideologies where somebody got to be the enemy.
When.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THIS PHOTO IS OF SOMEONE I FRIENDED LAST NIGHT HER NAME IS
I FRIENDED HER LAST NIGHT AND WAS LOOKING THROUGH HER PHOTOS WHEN THIS ONE TOTALLY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION. I IMMEDIATELY STARTED TO WRITE AND THIS IS WHAT MANIFESTED.
[INK BECOMING ]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/E_rkwne4D_A
I reach into the inkwell and pull you out black and fluid.
Touch the parchment and fill the lines with you.
Make you solid in the scribbles that fall away onto the page.
Another dip and you fall fully formed into existence and men sigh at your beauty.
Women pay honor to your being as you become the metaphor.
Alphabetic expressions ripped from the script and laid down.
Becoming the rise of your breasts and the flare of your hips.
The jut of your posterior so round and full... so round and so full.
The cocoa brown and the pecan tan...
I pulled you from the blackness...
Fluid.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
