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Thursday, November 21, 2013

[A SPIDERS VIEW]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/0mqIz5DeJPc

I am as intricate as the silken web of the spider,,,

The theory of pi as I mathematically drop these phrases screaming to a computer or phone screen near you.
Come 4d blazing into your newsfeed...
360 all encompassing degrees as I divulge these circular visions... 
What is to be has and will be...
Fractured realities and fantastic possibilities as I weave...
Fly racing by...
My web transparent yet strong as I contemplate...
Wait.
The law of averages plays out...
Fly ensnared.
Another day finds me reflecting in the drops of dew that line my web...
Digressing into these digressions.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MAYBE ONE DAY]


[MAYBE ONE DAY]
THE MUSIC... DO NOT MISS THIS...
 http://youtu.be/kiTrToNKR2I

Let me enter your depths and fill your pits...
Become the concrete of your foundations and hold you up...
Let me be the skies that you look at as you find your peace...
A most lovely sunset.
The twinkle of a star in your eye.
The wondering as your mind wanders across the galaxy of time...
We on mental trajectories proceeding into future times...
Stories in libraries that are read and reread.
We the essence and the rhyme... The rhythm's procession tells a story of we falling from the stars complete.
You and I against the gathering storm.
Let me hold you in my arms and talk of these things as my hair grows grey...
Listen to the sound of your voice and dwell in the timbre as you download pon me.
We as symphony.
Rising and falling ... spiraling forth  in crescendo... becoming the beatdown as we breakdown the walls that hold us prisoner...
We as utopia...
Let me in.

jERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

[RAGING FLAMES]


[RAGING FLAMES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND... VERY DIFFERENT MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/hV6BzsgOLAw


Once a bright fire burned in an enslaved peoples belly...
It consumed all and became hunger... They wanted to be free.
They talked about freedom, sang about freedom and died for freedom.
They knew that freedom was spiritual and lived that way...
Some came at it peaceful and some were classified militant as they fought together...
They died in church bombings and on street corners... They died in fields surrounded by white faces... A jury of peers as defined by just-us.
A bright fire as a cross representative of peace unmasked itself and burned savagely as the emblem of hatred.
All the enslaved people wanted was equality or so they thought as integration roared in and swept them off their feet.
It disguised as equality, such a deceptive beast.
So many who sold out as affirmative action picked the ones who would be the vanguard.
They chosen because of their humbleness and docile nature.
The ghettos still raged as the fire smoldering became pain and outrage.
It very apparent that equality was just a dream as judges, lawyers and juries participated in the new slavery.
Racially profiled the people were stopped and violated, thrown into prison and forced labor loosely described as the new slavery.
They worked jobs that had no equals in real society... Dead ends.
95 black inmates to five whites as the war against drugs became the vessel Belly of the Beast.
A ship that sails nowhere yet it carried its passengers straight to the auction block.
They bought and sold as government subsidies and federal grants.
The life of the people became cheap as innocents blood stained sidewalks roped off by yellow tape.
Another policeman exonerated... Another white murderer set free by popular opinions poll in the white mass media.
Another family cried as their sons memory was scandalized.
He who fought for his life becoming the aggressor as painted in black and glaring white... Between the lines.
 The people trained to forget soon did as it all built up to the next time a black person died.
The fires coals became embers which reignited the fire to be free.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY





















Sunday, November 17, 2013


[WHAT DID HE SAY?]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/GthzcPYSiME


See aint nobody crying about this travesty...
All the niggas is new it seems...
Linked by tragedy to this word it seems.
See aint nobody talkin bout how it ain't but one holiday with the name of an African in a country built on the Africans back.
Yep it seems that the new nigga done forgot that.
Aint nobody raising no hell on Capital hill bout racial profiling and Weed and seed...
Bout black kids dying by guns brought into the ghetto by the white mans hands.
Aint nobody crying bout the fact that they say that they are winning the war against terror when heroin from Afghanistan is circulating in cities Amerikkkkan.
When the difference between starving or eating is decided by the fact "Do I need to move that?"
Aint nobody standing in church pulpits and trying to get the people to see that religion is the key to your enslavement...
Set my people free.
Don't nobody care that little Donnell got twenty or Dap paid with his life...
A statistic is just a mark on a page...
"These niggers died by gunfire... Pour me another drink... Har Harrr."
Seems that aint nobody crying cause they are to concerned with the shoes on their feet and the car that they drive...
Thinking that materialism gives em status...
The vain are gonna bust hell wide open.
A Cadillac dont mean nothin to Allah.
Aint nobody crying cause they are to busy trying to live happy in a system where they are counted out...
Born a slave, die a slave.
Check mark.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, November 14, 2013

[LUCIDITY]


[LUCIDITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA


She falls from a mans mind...
Vivid and real and he writes of her curves...
The lovely of her build...
The lines and wrinkles that make her her.
He describes her as chocolate... As daughter of Eve... As Queen.
She the apex of his being... He of hers.
He sees her in sleep, in his wet dreams and in the dry ones.
He writes of the marks that stretch across her belly which tell of we...
Road maps to who we once were...
He talks of rubbing them, of kissing them.
She he reminisces sweet.
He in longing calls forth her image and breathes artistry into it...
Painting with pen strokes.
Rips her from the page in syntax...
She screaming in the sun as a phoenix born from the ashes of his rabid thoughts.
He washed in her fire becomes carbon, the base of human life.
He sits and contemplates her as she falls from his mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TO THE PAST]


[TO THE PAST... TO THE PRESENT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/OMrAruBQluc

Once in palpitations fast did my heart beat for you...
I was suspended in your air and rooted in your earth...
Mesmerized by your rotations.
Once I would have traversed the heavens to be in your space...
Felled a mighty Baobab tree with my bare hands...
Fought the demons that persecuted you.
Once I was held enthralled in your presence...
Your voice the rain that fell on my parched plains...
Sanctity for my raging brain...
Peace in your skin... Peace in your arms.
Once I knew you...
Or so I thought...
I as lone man reflecting on the days that were ours...
The moments that became the years...
Children born from womb who have become men and women.
A reflection of our reflection...
Once I loved you with every beat of my racing heart.
I still do.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART FIVE

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART FIVE
THE SOUND...
 http://youtu.be/7iCxjXZOYsU

Ishmael walks into the room and sees nothing...
All of a sudden a figure appears.
It is not the way that the figure appears that startles Ishmael but the matter.
The man seems to materialize from the wall.
From where he comes there is no door.
As the man walks towards Ismael he seems to almost float, he is so graceful.
He wears a black shirt and black slacks and his hair is in dreadlocks that are thick as a mans wrist.
He walks up to Ishmael and extends his hand, as Ishmael takes it there is a controlled transfer of information and Ishmael sees the man standing in various places and rooms such as this one with various African descendants.
The man withdraws his hand and says "I am Melchizedek, the high priest.
Ishmael knows that he speaks truth.
The man looks at him and in his eyes there is knowledge, wisdom and pain.
He looks to be about 50, but there is youth in him as well.
Ishmael is astounded... this man looks pretty well for someone who spoke to Abraham and again to the one that the Christians call Jesus.
Melchizedek looks at the young man and says "Show me the things you can do."
It is not a question.
Ishmael knows that there are objects around the room, in the shadows and he lifts them with his mind and brings them to the center of the room.
They are balls, basketballs to be precise and Ishmael even in the middle of this test is amused by the irony and he makes the balls bounce a few moments before he stops.
He leaves the balls suspended in the air as he turns to Melchizedek and says "What else would you like to see?"
Melchizedek smiles as he thinks, This one is witty.
Show me everything.
Ishmael says "There are things that I cannot show you in this room."
He takes Melchizedek's hand and suddenly they stand on a plain where a herd of wildebeest graze, this is no transfer, they have actually transported and Melchizedek looks at Ishmael as he takes off running.
He runs towards the lions that lounge at the edge of the herd and suddenly everything is motion as all the animals, the lions and the wildebeest start to run.
For a second Ishmael is lost to Melchizedek's sight in the dust, the melee.
He reappears and he rides a wildebeest, the lions run at the side of the wildebeest before it turns and comes Melchizedek's way.
All the animals follow suit and just as it seems they are about to run him over they stop.
The wildebeest kneels as Ismael steps down and all the animals sit as if they are waiting for him to speak.
He walks up to Melchizedek and says "Is this enough?"
Melchizedek looks at him and says "You are the spark."
Ishmael is confused.
"What is spark?"
"Spark is what man came from, it is something that happened during creation.
Time has no meaning for spark, I myself am spark yet my abilities are nothing compared to yours.
I have lived for thousands of years yet I can do only one of the things that you just did.
You did them all as effortlessly as waking.
Spark is passed along and no one knows when it will manifest yet when it does there is sure to be great change.
Look at the stories that you know from the bible and the scrolls, from the various cultures. The stories of Moses and of Noah.
The story of David and Solomon, David was the only man who ever passed the spark for two more generations.
You my son are spark and as such you will always be under attack from those who seek to enslave man.
You will be tested time and time again.
Pray and stay strong my son for your guide shall come soon, what he does may seem strange to you but you must not question what he does.
Be blessed my son.
Melchizedek takes something from his pocket and he opens it and pours some in his hand and rubs some in Ishmael's hair.
Be blessed for the battle comes.

TO BE CONTINUED

Genesis 14:18-20 

And Melchizedek king of Salem brought out bread and wine. (He was priest of God Most High.) And he blessed him and said, “Blessed be Abram by God Most High, Possessor of heaven and earth; and blessed be God Most High, who has delivered your enemies into your hand!” And Abram gave him a tenth of everything.



Hebrews 7:1-28 
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For this Melchizedek, king of Salem, priest of the Most High God, met Abraham returning from the slaughter of the kings and blessed him, and to him Abraham apportioned a tenth part of everything. He is first, by translation of his name, king of righteousness, and then he is also king of Salem, that is, king of peace. He is without father or mother or genealogy, having neither beginning of days nor end of life, but resembling the Son of God he continues a priest forever. See how great this man was to whom Abraham the patriarch gave a tenth of the spoils! And those descendants of Levi who receive the priestly office have a commandment in the law to take tithes from the people, that is, from their brothers, though these also are descended from Abraham. ...


Note: remember that this was written by Paul so the reference to Jesus as the son of god was written by him. It is not what Jesus or Allah said.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY