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[I HAIKU YOU]



She glistens wetly
I the tree catch her drizzle
We cum together

[SUGAR SHOCK]

[SUGAR SHOCK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/0-isPgYBm14

African woman crosses my mind flowing like a chocolate river in Wonkas factory...
Oompa Loompa fantasies...
You know?
Midgets, licorice whips and candy chains.
Enough sweetness to make a diabetic fall into a coma never to be awakened except by a kiss from her sugary lips.
Melting into the syrup at the bottom of my depths.
Fuel for the adrenaline that gives I a man the srength to confront demons, monsters and evil men.
Her solidity my crutch and my candy cane...
Her colors the rainbow in skittle filled skies...
Drops of M N M rain...
In my candy land.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LIGHTNING FLASHES AND THUNDER ROARS]

[LIGHTNING FLASHES AND THUNDER ROLLS] HIGHLY EROTIQUE 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YO ASS BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/685RNoI6BqI
She stands in the rain as the water from the ocean salted sprays her face.
She smiles and he remembers why he loves her.
She says something and a bolt of lightning strikes the water of the sea and thunder's announcement drowns out her words.
He sees the line move as a crab pulls the line and he starts the overhand pull that his mother taught him on this same beach so long ago.
He scoops the crab into his net as she puts her arms around his waist from behind and he turns and sees the wild in her eyes and he kisses her lips before he licks them, tastes the salt. 
Lightning flashes and thunder rolls.
He drops the net and the crab crawls free and makes it back to the ocean... A brief reprieve from the cooking pot.
The wet clothes that she wears cling to her body and her nipples push against the fabric of her shirt and he slides his hand under the cloth and he squeezes one of her hot nipples and she leans into him .
They are the only two on the beach and she slides her hand down into his pants and grabs hold of his dick and it stiffens under her soft fingers.
She strokes it and he responds by grabbing her ass that hangs from the shorts that she is wearing.
They move from the beach to the truck which is only about 25 feet away and he strips the wet shorts from her body and she pulls his down and bends over and takes his dick into her mouth and sucks it as he plays with her pussy.
The rain streams across them both.
Lightning flashes and thunder rolls.
He turns her around and she put her hand on the side of the truck and he sees her pussy hanging... the drops of water dripping off.
He slides into her and the match the tones of the rain when it drives they drive and when it relaxes they do to.
They fuck like this and their cries mingle with the storm as it rages around them.
When they cum it is strong and loud and he turns her around and kisses her.
Naked in the rain they hold each other.
He looks at her and there is no need to say what he feels for this woman.
It is evident in his eyes.
Lightning flashes and thunder rolls.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HAIKU JITSU] SUCCULENT SENRYU

[HAIKU JITSU] SUCCULENT SENRYU
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/lnNsGKquqfc
 We African born
Clay figurines wet with new
Fire in angels kiln

Burnt brass in our tones
Spiral naps map the cosmos
We be essential

She reborn as spring 
I the summer, unleashed raw
We elemental

Your petals delicate
Glistening with passions dew
We two, become one

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[YOU IN THE BASE AND DRIFTING IN SUNLIGHT]

[YOU IN THE BASE AND DRIFTING IN SUNLIGHT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PURE FYAH...
http://youtu.be/rAqrfV57XfY

Particles of your beauty drift in my memories shining like dust in filtered sunlight.
I reach out to grasp the essentially as it falls so gently, evading manipulation by using the currents of ether that are subconscious and psyche.
Your flesh and mine combined and refined at the outskirts of reality and fragile fantasies of us together once again.
To hold you as you light swirl and turn from dark to light flashing away into the shade.
A sweet fragment of a lost moment.
We but dust, reflecting on a ray of sunbeam.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DO THE MATH] DEDICATED TO DENISE OLIVER

[DO THE MATH] DEDICATED TO DENISE OLIVER
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL... ALL WOMEN BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/Y6H_AT6wTz0

We...
You and I mathematically as we the children of the stars become the seed that grows strong trees in soil of equality.
Our grains black and fertile.
As the sun blazes 93 million miles away and washes our skin in ultraviolet rays that feed the melanin that is our connection to Allah.
As the moon hangs 238,900 miles in the mantle of a night sky and pulls at the tides of oceans and man.
As an ant is able to lift a hundred times his own weight and a spider casts his web and floats on thermal currents to populate new areas.
Pyramids erected pi precise standing as beacons, maps to space.
Our equation broken down into strands and spirals of dna which form the double helix and cause explosions on a cellular lever that become a new life bursting forth from mothers loins.
A cry that falls on the chromatic scale, urgent the call.
We...
You and I in the numbers of the alphabet that added and divided... Spit and dropped on pages and stages become our definition
Our souls black and fertile.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 7. A NEW BEGINNING PART 2

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 7. A NEW BEGINNING PART 2
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynraNXJbdDXGILg-M283jHlWc


Sampson hears a bird call and steps from the side of the house and the white men see him at exactly the same time.
The white man on the right suddenly stands there with an arrow sticking out of the front of his head and the back.
Sampson draws the gun from his side and pumps a bullet into the head of the other white man and all hell breaks loose as they hear people running through the house and see curtains in windows flutter as shots start to ring out.
Sampson and Melchizedek retreat behind an overturned wagon.
They hear a voice from the house yelling as it tells everyone to stop shooting.
The shots cease for a minute and they hear some one yell "Who the hell are you?"
Melchizedek says one thing and he does not yell but his words carry across the now silent yard. 
"We are your death."
At this the shooting from the house erupts again and they hear the voice telling them to stop shooting you damned fools.
"Thats that goddamn painted nigger!"
"He killed my pa!"
Suddenly the door busts open and a boy who can't be a year or two older than Sampson runs from the house with a rifle in his hand. 
Sampson rolls on the ground and puts a bullet in his chest and the day erupts in more gunfire.
Sampson is now closer to the house than Melchizedek and he looks back to see Melchizedek pulling some special arrows from the quiver.
He lights them and starts to shoot them at the house.
They break glass and set curtains on fire in all the windows and as men try to put out the fires Sampson and Melchizedek pick them off.
They know that this place is a hideaway and that there are no women here so they show no mercy.
As soon as the white men realize what is happening they start to panic and run from the house and two of them make it to a stack of wood in the yard.
One of them is suddenly hit from the side and has his throat ripped out by the dog and the white men scatter in confusion.
Others hide behind various things in the yard and they pop shots at the black men. 
Sampson stands and starts to shoot and every one of his shots hits a white man and he seems to blend into the day as he does a savage dance of death.
He moves and uses their fallen guns as he runs out of bullets.
Though full of death his dance is beautiful.
Melchizedek also stands and the remaining white men even though they hold guns feel their souls tremble.
Soon there is only one white man remaining and he stands and Sampson shoots him in the arm.
They white man drops his gun and falls to his knees as Sampson and Melchizedek walk up to him and the dog sits in front of him and looks at him with his head cocked to the side.
He looks up and sees Sampson and says "Who are you?"
Samson is still wearing the black scarf across his eyes and he says "I am your worst nightmare white man. I am the Lonesome Stranger.
He takes one of his now empty pistols and loads it. He does not talk and he finishes loading it and shoots the white man between the eyes. 
He and Melchizedek and the dogs turn and walk away before melting into the trees.
They do not notice the little white boy in the window of the burning house.
He climbs from the window and walks to where his fathers body lies and falls to the ground beside it.
The legend of the Lonesome Stranger is born.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY