[A DAY IN THE ANNALS]

[A DAY IN THE ANNALS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE HERE... WHEW...
http://youtu.be/XktaLh9bPtk

And he walks among man...
Looks at him in all his confusion and contemplates the end of all things.
He breathes of the air and smells the aroma of food.
Various kinds.
Since infinity has he tried to warn them as they rush heedlessly along... On the way to being wiped out by corporate greed and selfish needs.
Man having lost the ability to share equally.
He sees the day unfolding and waits for the moment.
It is what has brought him here and he feels it in the fabric of his being.
He sees the young man selling his ware on the street corner and he thinks back to a scene more than a thousand years ago.
Similar situations in vastly different times.
The young man looks around and sticks his hands in his pockets as a skinny young woman walks up to him.
She is wearing a skirt that has a leg slit, not a tight dress and her legs hangs out a little bit.
She has not had a hit in hours and she is bouncing as she talks to the young man.
He sees the way that the young man stands as the woman talks to him and he sees the agitation... It seems to crackle to him.
The woman steps back and opens the skirt and her pussy is covered in fur as she offers herself to the young man who tells her to get the fuck away.
He hears him say "I dont want none of that mangy ass pussy."
The woman drops the folds of the skirt and reaches into the pocket that is hidden in its fold and pulls out a gun and shoots the young man right in the middle of his forehead and his blood splatters the wall behind him.
The ground where his body crumples as the woman robs him and leaves.
No one comes out and there are no witnesses.
He steps from the curve where he is standing and walks over to the young man and holds out his hand and takes claim of his soul. 
They walk away together and leave his body to grow cold.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MODEL OF MY INSPIRATION CARVED OF FLESH]

[MODEL OF MY INSPIRATION CARVED OF FLESH]

THE MODELS FEATURED IN THIS PIECE BY ORDER OF APPEARANCE ARE...

HEATHER SANDERS... TEUNNUE HURST AND TOYA REDMOND

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/NoP8iOInFTc

They look at you and all they see is the flesh... 

They scratch at the surface.

Lewd comments and false promises of things that they could do...

Pounding on collapsed chests and beating skinless drums while your beauty resonates from a whole nother place.

You my dear are the healing for tortured minds.

Your elegance precedes you and opens closed doors where fantasies merge and become words that speak of you into uncertain futures.

Strands of our existence cast into the cosmos...

Captured on alien moons and reflected on the face of far off planets...

Light years away.

The many sides and sizes of you entrall me and leave me breathless, gasping for air...

A moment as I sink into the aura of you and absorb of thy essence.

Such a juicy piece of fruit...

 A divine part of this creation which I have had the blessing to experience...

They look at you and are swept up in the flesh...

I look at you and see potential possibilities.

You inspire the creative in me.

Thank you my queens.

I am blessed by your presence.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ZULU EMPRESS SUITE] A DEDICATION PIECE FOR CAMELA PRUITT

[ZULU EMPRESS SUITE] A DEDICATION PIECE FOR CAMELA PRUITT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/n4HOYIjTJIE


I saw you the instant you crossed my sight... A Zulu empress in all her beauty.
A smile that makes the sky pale in comparison... Fade from deepest blue to a lighter shade.
If I were standing in front of you right now I would bring all to bear.
Write a song in the grey of my screaming brain and sing it to you in poetic patterns of fluidity.
Wash over the whole of you.
Being achieved in the brown of your eyes... Being maintained on the notes of your voice as it vibrates the drums of my ears...
Penetrating the hot liquid that is my core... Flows through the ventricles of my pounding heart.
Play music so sweet that it would seem as if a choir of angels was my backup... A tribute to you.
The ebb and the flow resounding across the naps of your hair and trailing down your back like soft finger strokes...
Rubbing your tired muscles and relaxing your psyche as I try to move heaven and earth leaving you suspended in the air.
Slow rotations of you in all your splendiferous manifestation.
Breeze that plays with the fabric of your dress and makes my subconscious wander unfettered...
Green grass and trees where colorful birds frolic and play.
The garden where I woo...
The lake where you reflect in the waves... Undulating and shimmering on the surface.
A fish captured in the background of your form as if not wanting to escape.
He so representative of my state...
Zulu empress you make my day.
You make my day.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[A STROLL IN 360]

[A STROLL IN 360]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/o09L-hkrzhw

Flipping, dipping, dripping and oozing into the structure of all these things.
Flowing from the place of all fabrication where a spark ignited at the utterance of the word be.
Sun born in the midst of a billion suns and placed in rotation in the field of its own gravity.
Blazing... Blazing.
The blade of grass that to an ant looms as massive as the redwood tree... A blue whale in its immensity in the vastness of oceans and seas.
We extraordinary in our being yet so ordinary... Homo-sapien dreams of having it all, being the masters while we are really slaves of this, our human condition... New times... Same rendition.
War inna Babylon... War inna Africa... War inna Israel.
Bomb blasts that send life back into the dirt from whence we came...
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Breaking back into basic compounds.
The carbon and the water.
Flipping, dipping, dripping and oozing into the structure of all these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6 NEW BEGINNINGS PART 1

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 6 NEW BEGINNINGS PART 1

THE SOUNDTRACK...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrblPWvl0LPhtR52r9TxHNIb

Two years have passed since his parents death and Sampson is now16.
He has grown strong and true and his stride is something to behold as he prepares for what is to happen today.
He seems to have taken on the persona of the lion that he and the dog killed when he was a boy becoming a man.
He has lived in the woods with Melchizedek and he he has also seen great cities.
His training is now complete.
He has been schooled in religion and philosophy as well as the fighting styles of various cultures.
He is a tool of peace yet he is also a tool of destruction.
Yin and yang.
He and Melchizedek have traveled to this place for a reason and Sampson sniffs of the air that smells so like his growing up.
He is home.
He sits at the graves of his parents and there are no tears, for there is no need of tears.
He is dressed in the clothes that he will wear today, his hair is in dreads and hangs from under the cowboy hat he wears.
He looks over at Melchizedek who is dressed in his battle gear.
He is painted black and white and is wearing clothes from Africa, a place that Melchizedek has promised to take him someday.
He sits in meditation and Samson sits beside him and falls into that place where some find peace and some insanity.
He looks ever inward.
A squirrel sniffs its way to Melchizedek's feet and looks into his eyes and falls spellbound into their depths.
He and man in that place of all things... All possibilities.
The dog lies with his snout on his forepaws and looks on at the scene.
He does not move as even he seems to be contemplating what is to come.
They have found the men who killed both his mothers and his father and it is time for justice to take its place in these matters.
They come out of their states and the squirrel runs away a little dazedly.
They stand and Melchizedek straps on his bow and quivers and Sampson straps on his gunbelt which has two gleaming colts on either side.
He ties the black scarf around his eyes and looks from the two holes at Melchizedek.
They hop on the horses and ride into the woods, they will use no roads.
After a couple of hours ride they come upon hilly country and ride across the hills until they come to one where a house stands in the trees below.
There is smoke coming from the chimney and they see white men lounging around.
There are wagons from various robberies and some of them have been broken down to be used on others.
Sampson hops from his horse and Melchizedek does as well and they tether the horses to some trees before they walk away.
Dog walks by Sampson's side and Melchizedek gives the signal to split and melts into the surroundings.
Sampson and dog continue their walk until they are in the trees close to the house.
They crouch and wait for Melchizedek's signal.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ODE TO THE PUSSY]

[ODE TO THE PUSSY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/o-sQ4DIc-UI

Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.
I like an animal tethered by a rope find myself bound...
Ohhhh pussy thou hast exerted thy hold and I find myself powerless to escape.
To use a euphemism... Pussywhipped.
Thou aroma so tantalizing, so arousing that I transfixed seek the place where that mesmerizing odour doth arise.
A flash of thine pink, black, or brown lips... A peek of thine standing clitoris.
A flick... A lick... A thrust... I hum.
Riding the sonic waves of thy satisfied moans, harmonically carried on the thee of thee.
The push of thine nipples as they displace air in their growing... standing so arrogantly.
So plump, long and full.
If thou were to weave a web of finest lace and captured I, would I struggle?
Seek to be free?
I so trapped in the complexity of thy design.
Such a satiny grip doth thou holdest I in.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE NEED TO RELEASE] EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING JACQUELINE PASSIONPOETRESS HALMON

[THE NEED TO RELEASE] EROTIC COLLAB FEATURING JACQUELINE PASSIONPOETRESS HALMON
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/QA6O4lZzEn0

JERALD
I want to see every curve of you.
Taste of you as you on knees let me see it from the back.
Make it drip onto my questing tongue.
I want to feel your lips slide down the rigid flesh of my pounding dick as you look up at me.
As you play in the wetness of your pussy

JACQUELINE
My middle finger rubs my flesh....my other hand on my breast...I watch you stroking that big ole dick.. Pussy gettin wetter and better for you...but first I want to devour all of you swallow you... I want you to see the imprint of your head in my throat.....The thought makes me squeeze and pull my nipple rings....Making my moan sing falsetto pitch at my highest it makes your body twitch watching me as you stroke your big ass dick....

JERALD
The way you suck me makes me feel like taking that pussy and when you lay back and rub it I can't help but to fall to my knees and kiss that pretty pussy as I squeeze your nipples.
I rub the head of my dick on your clit and feel your wet.
See the string of pussy juice holding on as I slap it slobbery.
Beg me to put this dick in...

JACQUELINE
I dare not Beg Ima just lay back and enjoy the head....Then ima lick your bald head sweep kisses across your forehead and then jump on your dick head...sucking lips as I roll my hips...I love it when you suck my fingertips after I've played with my Pussy...Dick so hard I can feel your heartbeat throbbing inside of me you wanna cum now!! You bet not!

JERALD
I slow my pace cause I want to hear you as you spray me with your woman cream.
A fucking fantastic wet scene.
A spank on that ass as your legs pushed back protrude your pussy to me. 
A kiss and I re -enter and fall into the region of your womb.
Hear the air as it escapes from your surprised lungs.
Fuck me... girl give me that pussy.

JACQUELINE
Bouncing wildly room spinnin you fuck me dizzy...Your breaking down walls only God made...Hitting G spots over and over again....It feel so good I know its a sin...But I want you to stay inside of me grinding me sucking me putting hickeys down the middle of my arched back while my pussy is being attacked..She wet as fuck squirting out all kinds a nuts!!

JERALD
As your fluid splatters the insides of your thighs and saturates my dick and nuts I feel the roar of my semen as it starts at the base and works its way through my tubes.
I roar my imminent demise as I continue to beat at your sugar walls.
As you beg me to plant my seed in the depths of your pulsing pussy.
Sweat that is the testament to the frantic need.
A final thrust and I erupt into your womb and fall onto your curves.
Released.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND  JACQUELINE PASSIONPOETRESS HARMON