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Friday, October 11, 2013

BLACKSEXTACULAR

(BLACKSEXTACULAR)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SEXTACULAR… IT IS THE MUSIC… IT IS THE WORDS…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeEDQMLtyGY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I transfixed gaze upon thy form, lost in your darkness as it becomes my focal point.
The want to lick of thee… To taste thy sweet overwhealmes me and I drop to my knees and kiss the neverending blackness of thy thighs.
Watching as it continues into thine valley where a secret lies revealed…
The prize in the cracker jacks.
I raise thy thighs and pull at thine clit with my lips… Lap it with mine tongue.
Thee moan.
I suck it and tickle it as thou grabbest the back of my bald head and pull mine face in…
Tap a beat with your fingertips.
I savor the sensation.
You nut.
I stand and thou placest thine hand on mine rigid flesh and kiss it gently and I shiver in my mitochondrial.
Sigh as thou takest I in thy mouth.
Silky and smooth.
I look into thine eyes as thou lookest up at me and am overwhelmed by the need to impale thee.
I pickest thou up and kiss thy deeply as I enter the pink of your sheath.
We fuck succulently.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, July 25, 2013

[GET BUTT NAKED]


[GET BUTT NAKED]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DONT SLEEP ON IT...
http://youtu.be/B9s2fq0Ycmg

I will strip your mind butt naked and kiss and caress it...
Turn it around and beat it savagely... take it awayyy... awayyyy.
We, you and I on a voyage to Sirius B where an M class planet awaits our arrival. Wecome home our lost survivors... welcome home.
You and I on a street corner where the shit goes down right in broad daylight as an innocent bystander takes a bullet and sinks to the ground.
Nine short years old.
Reality and fantasy... tragedy and vanity all in the palm of mine hands...
Butt naked minds...Butt naked minds.
Mmmmm mmmm mmmm.
Take you to the moment a man realised that he was regarded as little more than an animal by the system... an anomaly to be erased from a hypothetical page where his life but a number scrolls by... another black mark gone.
Another born to be a slave.
Your mind pulses as I stroke it and make synapses fire in electrical impulses of growth... Painting with the most vivid of colors.
Tones of black and white that fall into the areas of grey where you exist... A product of the machine.
Come let me strip your mind butt naked and kiss and caress it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

the moment before waking

[THE MOMENT BEFORE WAKING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/19ZVrK0BPbo

A thought and she manifests in my psyche, so real and tangible yet a dream.
A whisper in my cerebral cortex, a sigh escaping my lips as I reach for her and she disappears.
She has become my torment and my release as she swoops in on the wings of a subconscious journey across the clouds of my synapses. The plains of my loneliness... a barren grey landscape littered with loves remains.
Lightning flashing and becoming her energetically...  The storm that saturates my skin and chills my bones.
I who it seems is fated to depart alone.
A lone passenger on a ship that knows no home... Tossed across stormy seas where the wind howls in anger and memories surge forth from the depths with tooth filled tentacles... reaching... reaching to consume mine soul.
Her name escapes my amnesia and stays the icy touch of he the beast as I use her as the talisman that sends he sinking back to his icy lair.
I wake drenched and breathing rapidly as she fades away.
Fading into the waking realization that she has gone away.
I stand to face yet another day, surrounded yet all alone.
Surrounded in the enigma.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

A thought and she manifests in my psyche, so real and tangible yet a dream. A whisper in my cerebral cortex, a sigh escaping my lips as I reach for her and she disappears.She has become my torment and my release as she swoops in on the wings of a subconscious journey across the clouds of my synapses. The plains of my loneliness... a barren grey landscape littered with loves remains.Lightning flashing and becoming her energetically. The storm that saturates my skin and chills my bones. I who it seems is fated to depart alone.A lone passenger on a ship that knows no home... Tossed across stormy seas where the wind howls in anger and memories surge forth from the depths with tooth filled tentacles... reaching... reaching to consume mine soul.Her name escapes my amnesia and stays the icy touch of he the beast as I use her as the talisman that sends he sinking back to his icy lair. I wake drenched and breathing rapidly as she fades away.I stand to face yet another day, surrounded yet all alone. The enigma

Sunday, July 21, 2013

HAIKU JIT-SU] CHAMBER OF THE LITTLE DEATH


[HAIKU JIT-SU] CHAMBER OF THE LITTLE DEATH

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... SOME A DAT GANJA DEN SHIT...
http://youtu.be/gygwcP62Xwc


FOREPLAY 

The flower flutters 
Bursting into existence 
He is enchanted

BIORHYTHM 

Blood surging in hearts
They as one merge to feed the need
Hunger in their souls

FLUIDLY 

His appendage shines
Covered in lubrication 
Sighs become the song


BEATDOWN 
She encases him
Her tunnel becomes his sheath
They strive for release.

OBLIVIOUSLY 

She quivers orgasm 
Explosively he fills her 
They bathed in sweat lie



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, July 19, 2013

[THE MESSAGE AND THE MESSENGER]


[THE MESSAGE AND THE MESSENGER]
THE SOUNDTRACK...
 http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZsJWxXB1RdmNKvU-CW4-YU


On an otherwise sunny day there is a flash of lightning.
On a street corner a man appears and a fly in flight bumps into his face.
The fly catches himself and fly's away in confusion.
No one notices the mans appearance and the city moves along as it did before. The man is not dressed in finery nor is he glowing or anything of the sort.
He steps from the curb when the light changes and begins to walk. He passes a bakery and marvels at the smell of bread and sweets. He pauses and watches a young woman at a table as she nibbles at a pastry, puts it down and sips from her cup of coffee as she reads what is on her tablet.
He knows that she will have two children, one a boy and the other a girl.
He also knows their lives as well.
He turns from the window and continues to walk and the city grows more decrepit as he travels along.
A woman stands on the corner and her clothes barely hide her body, she turns to him and smiles and asks him if he would like a good time.
She walks up to him and rubs his arm and jumps back as if she has been shocked, her mouth opens and closes and suddenly she does not need the drugs that have made her sell her body for the last 7 years. She looks down at her body and notices how she is dressed and tries to cover herself.
She looks up and the man is walking away, he does not look back and she turns and walks away as well.
She has not seen her children in days and suddenly she is concerned about them.
The man walks past drug dealers on corners and men begging for coins.
He walks with purpose, there is someone who he must see.
He hears the children who play on these glass strewn streets and even after all his time he finds joy in their innocent voices.
He eventually reaches the place where he needs to be and knocks on the door and it is answered by a young black man of about 14 years old who looks as if he has seen just a little to much.
The young man asks him who he is here to see. His mother is not home.
The man looks at him and tells him that he is here to see him.
The young man looks him up and down and says. "Who sent you here?"
The man says "May I come in?"
The young man looks at him and there is something about the man that makes him say yes.
The man enters and the young man closes the door and walks into the living room and invites him to sit down.
The man does and he watches the young man as he sits down.
He says nothing and the young man looks at him and asks him why he is here.
The man looks at him and says "I am here for you. you have something very important to do."
The young man looks at him and asks him "Man what are you talking about? What do I have to do?"
The man looks at him and says "It is time."
"Man you ain't making no sense, time for what?"
"It is time for you to assume your rightful place."
"What rightful place? What does that mean."
The man looks him in his eyes and the boy sees movement in his pupils. It is like looking at a small movie screen.
The young man stands and says "Man what is this?"
The man looks at him while still sitting and says I was sent by the most high to bring you a message and to guide you."
The young man looks at him and says "Man you gotta go, you some kinda weirdo or something?"
The man looks at him and says "No weirder than the world is today, no weirder than your current situation. Where is your father?"
The young man looks at him and says"He is in prison."
The man looks at him and nods "Exactly. He is locked away in forced servitude by this system which made him into the man he was. That is what must change."
The young man hears something in his voice and sits back down.
"Who are you?"
"I am but a messenger. You are the future."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I came to give you something son of man and it will be a burden to you for the rest of your days if you accept. It will make you different and at times it will make you seem as if you are a madman. It is something that has only been given to a few choice men throughout humanities history and it set them apart from the ordinary."
The young man looks at him and says "I need proof."
The man stands and says to the young man "Look into my eyes."
The young man does and what he sees amazes him, he sees man in his beginnings, he sees war and starvation, he sees death and life being created. The images are so powerful that the young man is swept along by them.
He suddenly finds himself back in the living room and notices that hours have passed and it now grows dark outside the window.
He looks at the man and says "I am but a boy. How can I change these things?"
Te man looks at him and says "Believe."
The young man says "What kind of an answer is that?"
The man speaks and his words seem to fill the room "I am here to bring you this knowledge, yet you must not question me or my methods.When it is time for me to reveal I will."
The young man looks at him and says "If you are a messenger of the most high prove it to me. show me you as you truly are."
The man stands and walks to the back door and beckons the young man to follow. They walk into the backyard and the man begins to speak "Only a few men have seen this and there is no way I can show you all of me so I will only show you enough." He shimmers in the evening light and it is as if he is two things at once.
He is the man, yet he is also truth and light and his wings blot out the sky. Suddenly he is just the man again and he says "Son, what is your answer?"
The young man says yes.
The man says to him "It is time for me to leave ." He bids the young man farewell and tells him that he will be back and he walks from the side gate and is gone.
The young man walks into the house and is still sitting on the couch when his mother comes home.
She looks at him and says "Boy what have you done to your hair?"
He goes into the bathroom closes the door and looks in the mirror... his hair is grey.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY