[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/EI9knQujzJM
Once again I look into her eyes and she places her finger to her lips moves it away and says something.
The blood rushing through my brain won't let me hear it though and I press on.
I reach out and touch the puffy nipples of her breasts and marvel at the purity of her brown skin.
The sharp intake of her breath as it rushes past her pretty teeth on the way to her holy throat excites something in me.
I feel the rush as I the beast emerge and push her back on the bed and throw her legs open.
I lick at her clit, I suck at her clit, I hum on her clit.
I let the head of my preponderous appendage become the hammer and I spank her clit with it, the juice of my pre-cum merges with the fluidity of her and splashes a little bit.
I am lost to my beastly nature and I push into her...Feel my dick as it pushes past her lips and enters the sheath of her.
My sword is sharpened in the friction and I move back and forth.
Watch her eyes roll back and her mouth fly open as she moans... As she screams his name...
I take his place and continue to beat at the opening and indeed the back of her womb.
Everything that I say is sexuality as I fuck her like the wild animal she is and she purrs and growls.
These are the things that I the beast know... The secret desire to be feral and the need to release...
I am one of the gatekeepers of this knowledge and I use it to bring her freedom.
To grant her the knowing of her beauty... In her stretch marks in the folds the lines and the wrinkles.
Once again I look into her eyes from the back of his... She places her finger to her lips.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART THREE
THE SOUNDTRACK... YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS MESSAGE...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTVoSkcZ3Rw&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynraSQ-AU3iffrHpqekAPp9I4
The days pass and the boy grows under the teachings of the man whose name is Melchizedek. He lives in a cave that is not far from a stream.
This is where he and Sampson find themselves on this day and the boy has learned that it is not wise to press to hard in his questions to his teacher.
Melchizedek has told him that he was born in Africa which is where all men originated and he studied something called kung fu in a place called China where the men have slanted eyes. He was stolen and brought to this place and sold to a white man.
He learned to speak the language and how to read and escaped but not before killing the white man, his family and anyone who knew of him and went to live with some Indians who taught him their ways.
Melchizedek is dressed in what he calls his battle uniform and he is painted. He moves with precision as he prepares the things the boy will need this day. They have prepared for this day for over 2 years and Sampson has grown into a strapping young man.
They walk away from the camp and soon they are deep in the forests that lead to the mountains.
They have watched their prey for some time now and this will be the boys first excursion on his own.
They walk for about two hours and Melchizedek turns to him and says "The rest is up to you."
He then turns and walks back the way they came and disappears into the woods.
Sampson watches as he melds into the trees and turns and reaches down and touches his dog who perks up.
He knows something is happening and he is ready as well.
They begin to walk and soon they come to where they need to be and the dog picks up the scent of their prey, he does not bark or bay, he simply lays into the scent and he and the boy begin to trot at a steady pace through the trees.
They run for miles and neither the boy nor the dog seem to tire.
All of a sudden the dog stops and looks around and the boy does as well.
The forest has gone silent and they seem to be the reason when suddenly out of the trees a golden blur erupts and slams into the side of the dog and the dog and the blur growl and snarl as they roll around.
Sampson runs to where they are and the animals break apart and Sampson looks into the slit eyes of his prey.
All he carries is a knife and he already has it in his hand and he and the dog stand side by side as the Mountain lion moves around them.
His fur is raised and he seems to be sizing them up.
He charges at them and Sampson flips off to one side as the dog feints. The lion though is old and wise and he reaches out a paw which rips Sampson's shirt open, yet there is no time to think of that for the lion brings the fight straight to them and it is all both the boy and the dog can do as they dodge and parry with this adversary.
The lin raises dust and it mixes with the dust that they raise as the lion pounces on the dog and Samson sees the claws as they rip into his friends flesh.
He rushes in and stabs the lion in the side but this just enrages him further and almost as quick as the eye can see he is on Samson.
Sampson feels the hot fetid breath of the lion and looks into its cold feral eyes as he strikes with deadly precision and stabs the lion in the throat and twists the knife.
The lion falls on him and he lies there for a moment and a memory flashes of a time when someone else lay on him. A pretty woman.
The dog comes over and tugs at the lion and together he and Sampson get him off of him.
They both look like crap right about now and Sampson thinks of what his mother is going to say when she sees him tonight.
Damn!
He walks to the dog and looks at the gash in his leg and goes over to where he dropped the bag and pulls a jar from it and rubs it into the dogs wounds and that is when he notices he is bleeding himself.
He looks sown and there is a gash in his abdomen which though deep is not lie threatening.
He rubs some of the salve on it and begins the task of skinning the lion.
He and the dog bury the carcass of the lion out of respect and walk away.
As they come to the camp of Melchizedek he walks out to meet them and for the first time since he met the boy he hugs him, looks him in the eyes and says.
"You are boy no more."
jerald hamzah faruq murphy
[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/CRAGpIlIDFk
As I fire off a furious flurry of staccato alphabetic percussives and lay the crowd down... 21 shots to 21 craniums... brains splattered on the walls...
Red paint dribbling down.
Lyrical mayhem as scared fools scatter like antelopes... Lion... Lion!
Eyes open wide and nostrils flared... fight turned into flight... survival by any means as the cold steel pen turns automatic.
Punks jump up to get beatdown by this verbal ju jitsu style... slammed straight to the cold hard ground.
Crushed tracheas striving to spit another weak line... tears of ink leaking from squeezed ducts.
A flash as adverbs fly and conjunction occurs
I rain metaphors like napalm on urban jungle streets... a pure southern master of verbology welding a loaded clip full of synonyms and hyperbole.
Able to leap whole worlds... Make aliens overstand as my missiles fall on other lands... literary literally lateral and complete...
You thought I like them...
I told you I was unique.
I came to shoot up the place and lay the crowd down... Pop off these rounds and leave you shocked into awe.
Shattered glass and knocked over chairs bear testament to the ferocity of this attack...
Lionnnn... Lionnnnnn!!!
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
"(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
