[THE MAD WARRIOR POETS TALE]
A LITTLE CHAMBER MUSIC FOR YOU...
http://youtu.be/J8243YUI5Oc
He walking back from the place where he goes.
That place where there is none but he echoing into the all and the neither.
That is he and the voices of all that he has seen.
The joy and the adulation... the cries of release... sexual and otherwise... the love and the satisfaction.
Pain and hurt are such constant companions that they remain regulated to a corner in the shadows whispering, whispering. "We are here."
They along with fear, rejection and depression play at a puzzle on a table lit by a lonesome candle.
Rearing their heads and sniggering at developments as they were.
He walks with his head high as all soldiers do who live for the art of war.
He born of the turmoil which is carried in his soul like a lantern shining, shining.
The people who see him sense that there is purpose and part to let him pass... they know that those who stand in his way shall fall one way or the other for even if he were to die in violence he would take some with him.
Such is the way of his stride.
At times like a delicate waltz and at other times like the crashing and concussive sound of an explosion.
He has seen his death and committed himself to it in his headlong charge to wake the sleeping soldiers and their future wives.
The time grows near as the mountains glisten with the falling snows and the grasses bow with the approaching winters wind.
The tattered clothes that he wears are the mark of his failures and his achievements... flapping and waving as modern vehicles pass his ancient soul by.
He turns and disappears into the well of living souls but a figment of imagination.
Walking away.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
(DRIP OF A SEXUAL DROP) A COLLAB FEATURING STARLET WILLIAMS
TH E MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF OUR VOYAGE…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piF-ObPhQPc&feature=youtube_gdata_player
STARLET
Deluge into me
Paralyze me
Rapture me
In my lustful pursuit
To interlace with you
Drive my temptations
Higher and Higher
Drench me
In the sweat of your brow
Possess my heart of eagerness
Silently thumping
Caressing my membranes
The wave I can’t explain
Appease my wishes
Have me soaring
Like a eagle
Rollicking in its habitat
While your breath lingers
Gliding exotically
Over my sizzling Body
As you leisurely
Cascade into my tenderness
Screaming you got it .. got it
In ecstasy surge through me
As we blend into our sexual understanding
Of needing and wanting more
Between our seductive organisms
We glow smoldering in our lust
JERALD
I raining fall upon you…
A soaking storm of thumping bass…
Dwelling as thunder.
I merge with the follicles of your hair…
The deepest pits of your pores.
Explode in your mitochondrial.
You the canvass for this glorious display as your voice bouncing across the void and merging with the spark.
I shall take you there and bring you back, watching as you slump from my erection to the bed.
We having journeyed billions of years in these minutes and hours.
I stroke you as you tremble hot yet shivering from hurtling through infinity…
Having died the little death.
We resplendent in the sheen of our lust.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND STARLET WILLIAMS
[THE TRUE QUEEN STILL LIVES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PAY ATTENTION..
http://youtu.be/zVE052V0ung
She born of a vivid dream in the place of my originality... the font of my creativity flows from her being.
I who burst forth from her womb as modern Dislocated African in a land away from that of my peoples birth and placement by Allah.
To forsake her would be folly for she is the healing of warriors who lost in battle roam blind... Scales over their eyes.
Scales tipped in the favor of the enemy who has placed seemingly impenetrable odds on the path to truth... Made self hate a fashion statement.
Blond hair, blue eyes and fairy tales.
She remains the constant in her natural state born of the clay and water of a stream in the Motherland...
Her hair the trunks and branches of the tree, the darkness of night in the blackness, the spirals of the universal found in her nappy roots.
She contains the map that shall lead all men home, raiders, pirates and slavers have sought her booty... claimed that they sought treasure while the treasure was always right in sight.
She is my queen and her story is mine just as mine is hers as we, some lost and others found live in such confusing times.
The map in plain view.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[IN THE GANJA SMOKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN..
http://youtu.be/YezkYiSkvzY
Memories of you float by like drifting smoke and I find myself drawn in... Taken to other places where we once were new.
When your skin smelled like dew and I first looked into the liquid pools of your eyes.
You touch me from the smoke as it dissipates and I blow once again.
Sweet sinsi ganja smoke.
When I walked behind you and your booty bounced in my favorite sundress... On my favorite person.
You borne on wings of the subconscious where I and I reside.
A battlefield in a war torn mind.
The price of never forgetting the sweetness of you, even when the pain was so great that drowning would have been a most welcome death.
When I realized that we were never to be again.
When you would be lying in another's arms and I would be traversing this battle torn landscape alone.
The smoke starts to dissipate and I blow again and see you naked with your legs pushed back and I grow heavy for even in my memories you are solid.
Yet even that smoke floats away and I find myself here alone.
Memories of you like sweet ganja smoke.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[FEED ME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
As unto fruit must I relate thee...
Succulent and hanging from an ancient tree where knowledge is acquired...
A peak through the bushes and a reach through the leaves where the petal has become the basis of formation.
A bite and thy juice as it trickles down my throat rejuvenates me...
So sticky and sweet that I lick it from mine lips and feel it in my tangled beard...
Nectar that serves to make me invincible... Able to stand strong in the face of opposition... Eases the pain of all these things that I have witnessed...
Reminds me of who I am and once was... Who I need to be.
All these things born of thine exposure to the rays of the beating sun...
The pull of lunar cycles and the changing of seasons as thee transform from blossom to root then tree...
The basis of mans existence...As unto fruit do I relate thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[MOST SERIOUSLY] LIONS DONT SMILE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
I rocks my mean mugg when I walk through this dimension cause demons reside here.
I mean physical demons who suck the flow and turn it into an evil stew.
A most caustic brew that burns the throat as it is swallowed on the evening news.
Demons who sell peace wrapped in the trappings of war where children are among the dead casualties who have become ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Preachers in pulpits giving props to dead soldiers...
As thugs on the corners pour it out for dead soldiers...
Islamic processions where the women wail for dead soldiers...
Mamas falling down from the pain.
I rocks my mean mugg so that you can't see the agony of knowing all these things that press on the grey matter of my brain.
Death one of the most beautiful dances as a body takes shots... explosions of fire and pirouettes in the cool morning air a moment before crashing lifeless to the killing floor.
Full color resolution... Blood splatters on the wall.
I rocks my mean mugg to let you know that if you cross me I will cross you out.
X marks the spot where I will bury you.
The angels and the demons will sort you out when the time comes.
JERSLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[SATED IN YOU] "THE BALLET" FEATURING SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ACT...
http://youtu.be/5ZtrIBob2GI
J
I like it when you gyrate... Physically and mentally.
So unique in your movements and your prose.
You my dear are my psychic elixer as you wash across my grey plains.
Sweep, soaring over my mental peaks.
I find myself lingering in your physicality and your mentality.
A pause as you soak into my bones.
S
Soakin in your bones,Deep within the core of the marrow...
I feel,hear & scent everything you are....
The reality & the depths of fantasy wrapped in all that you are.....
The contour of your lust laces my passion sending it adrift....
You my dear my soul the breathe in my heart my everything...
Lingering
into my arms you fit more then perfect as I'm ready for you to dwell
within a prominent sanctuary as I'd awaken your dreams with the hint of
the coral of my love.....
J
I my dear fall upon you as rain, so succulent thy words...
You such a part of my living and my peace.
A moment in your arms becomes the all as it seems to be the eternity...
Never to leave your side.
We in such a delicate ballet that the flowers and the trees sway to our gentle breeze.
Your softness and hardness such a part of me...
Mmmmmmm...
I sweetly surrender.
S
My words are nurtured by the passion exotically covering your love
making sure there's no way around it as we both have felt pain doing the
much necessary to maintain in you I grow completely coming
intune,intertwine orgasmic correlation with prognostication,eternity
..... ah yesss baby...you are everything .....I need
"Never leave your side"
How could I !
All you are is what I need & nothing compares or close deep & down & now when I face it all I need is you....
J
I eased by your verbal and physical manipulation...
So delicate and hard as you penetrate the atmosphere of my sensuality...
A star streaking through the skies of my darkest night.
I nourished and rebuilt in the layers of you.
We dancing in these clouds of euphoria where the drops of you fall as cosmic dust which builds my nation up.
All I need my beautiful empress is you.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION
