(I AIN'T FORGOT SANTA) OR HOW THE DREAMS OF A CHILD WERE CRUSHED

(I AIN'T FORGOT SANTA) OR HOW THE DREAMS OF A CHILD WERE CRUSHED
No midgets were harmed in the telling of this story I hope.
It is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is probably guilt on the readers part.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD SAD TALE OF CRUSHED HOPE...
http://youtu.be/tnMhfflKCTA

Im'ma tell you about how I figured out Santa Claus was not real.
When I was little boy all I wanted for Christmas was my own midget.
Now I know these days its more appropriate to call em little people or height challenged but when I was a boy they was midgets.
I used to see midgets in the movies, you know.
The Wizard of Oz and Willie Wonka and I wanted me a midget.
Well when I was about 5 my mom took me and my sister to Sears and we saw Santa Claus.
Now mind you this was a white Santa Claus and it took great courage for me to even contemplate sitting on his lap but I was determined to get me a midget and he had two of them.
A boy and a girl, and I had heard he had a whole workshop full of midgets called elves.
Surely this white man with white hair and a white beard could spare me a midget.
He sat me on his lap and asked me what I wanted and I pointed to the female midget.
"That's what I want Santy Claus."
I knew he was stupid when he said "Oh you want a fire truck."
One was behind the midget.
Whoever told me this man knew what all children wanted had lied.
I quickly explained that I wanted one of his midgets... Female preferably and he could deliver it to my door since we had no fireplace.
He laughed all Ho ho ho and informed me that his midgets were his and he needed them at some place called the north pole.
He tried me again.
"How about a training wheel bicycle?"
Nope... Midget.
That's he looked at my mom and said "Ma'am come and get this weird kid."
I was dragged away kicking and protesting my wrongful treatment.
I vowed that day that until Santa brought me my midget and delivered it with a signed and framed apology I was gone make his life the worst sort of hell.
Since then all mall Santa's as well as the ones at any public function and even the bell ringers in front of Walmart have been closely scrutinized.
You tell Santa if you see him.
I wants my damn midget.
She would be pocket sized now.
If I see Santa Im'ma have to fuck him up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOUNGING IN THE STRATOSPHERE OF LOVE) A COLLABORATION FEATURING LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' ...

(LOUNGING IN THE STRATOSPHERE OF LOVE) A COLLABORATION FEATURING LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' ...

THE MUSIC AND DO NOT SLEEP ON IT... ITS HOTTER DAN LOVES FYAH...

http://youtu.be/jXE5r7YCWbA

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You got me spinning in your galaxy... Stars and constellations where our beginnings on microbiological levels are found. I a particle dwelling in who and what we have become as time drifting passes us by and sweeps us up. We promised to be together at the inception and found in these modern times.

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And together we will stay As promised long ago You're the sun that brightens my moonlit sky The oxygen that I breathe And the blood that flows through my veins You give me life We're bound together As we weather all storms Love was born and shared You, my KING and I, your Queen Our story told in Egyptian hieroglyphics

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Our story sung in the twinkling light of billions of stars and played thru stereo headphones. My queen... My sister... My wife. We having lived across the most magnificent of times. Oxygen enriching our lungs and expelled as Co2 which encourages growth in plant life. We as the strings that bind hearts together. We as lovers dancing together under celestial displays that have taken billions of years to become what we see today. I having been transformed by your formation My All... My everything.

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And you.

You're my everything My world The center of my universe Our love transparent through various hues Of our hearts desires As well as our future offspring The rhythm of our heartbeats Mimic Djembe drums My KING... My brethren... My husband Ruler of land and earth I've loved you in past lifetimes Time traveled to spend eternity with my beloved Hand in hand until death us do part Remnants of our cremation Blended with the earth's rich soil And reborn through spring's harvest Even in the afterlife Our two souls become one As we glide through the galaxy As shooting stars That light up the night.

By JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LeeLee Aint Msbehavin' 

(REINCARNATION)

(REINCARNATION)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PART OF OUR SOLAR JOURNEY...
http://youtu.be/LB-XgpTR-Ds

I slices the underbelly and leave the guts of the beast steaming and stinking on the ground.
He drops to his knees and releases his minions who shriek and scream as they push the report button.
Fly around my head buzzing like a hive of angered bees.
My element dragon I scream and they fall to the ground as cinders and the breeze of my feet sends them drifting away.
They raining upwards and floating in the air as I come face to face with the demon...
His restorative powers have come into play and I see him trying to rejuvenate... I dance and slash, parry and thrust as he screams his dissatisfaction.
He will learn today as I warrior become the author of his discomfort.
The proverbial slash on his ass... the thorn in his side.
He looks for a way to author confusion, to take me away.
He spawns more minions in the image of Two Chains and Mily Cyrus and they rage as a stream of bullshit as they pour forth.
My element lion I roar and the subsonics shatter them to shreds, they fall tinkling to the ground becoming the crunching beneath my boots as my ballet transcends to another level and another warrior hears my struggle and awakes.
Comes to stand at my side.
I a general die in battle.
It continues unabated.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HORNY) A COLLAB FEATURING Chinillabean Adedojah

(SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HORNY) A COLLAB FEATURING Chinillabean Adedojah
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAS EVER PICKED THE SONG FOR A PIECE ON MY PAGE...
http://youtu.be/nUCtDuSS734

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Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex, teasing tasting needing to be touched kissed bent over legs raised whispers in ears, grabbed on, teeth and tongue, hands and finger nails leaving designs across the skin, melding into another body, fire and ice but mostly fire and heat and passion,

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Mmmm mmmm mmmm... And you take me there.. I so filled with the need to fill you up... Satiate you and leave my fingerprints in your flesh. My imprint in the blood that rushes through your veins. Become lava flowing from a volcano hot upon your skin

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Yes!!!! Holding my arms down intertwining your fingers with mine, the flick of your tongue trailing fire down my side's, me biting your lips and grazing your chest as you enter my depths, whispering in my ear telling me go take it as you go in deeper, me secreting my essence on your shaft

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Whew... I swept away in the sweat that glistens on your skin... We beating at a frantic pace... In slow motion as we stroke. I as explorer in your caverns and spelunking your caves. Feel me as my fluid floods your walls and splashes in your tunnels... Brings nourishment that manifests as seed.

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I roll on top to change the position of our making of our very being. I kiss your chest I bite your nipple I fold my hands into yours and go lower to take your manhood in my mouth. Such a tender thing that can bring such pleasure to my insides, that can rub my walls, that can make its home inside of my garden. I love how it rolls through my mouth, I love flicking my tongue and grace the tip sapping up the nectar that has escaped. I love the stiff and soft spots that I can play with my tongue. You moan, and I love that too. You grab my head and it makes me excited. My potion is dripping from my entrance as I please you. You're here to please me and I you. You grab my breasts and play with my nipples. You yank my hair as I continue to show you how much I want you, appreciate you, I lick and suck and suck and lick. I can't stop, I don't wanna stop, I wanna feel you all over me and through me. Hold on because it's gonna be a long night.

BY Chinillabean Adedojah AND JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE MIND BENDA

[THE MIND BENDA]
THE MUSIC... LISTEN TO THE SOUND AS YOU READ... IT IS ESSENTIAL...
http://youtu.be/y2_gfcONoY0

I as bullet leave the barrel of the gun spinning...
I designed to elicit massive damage upon impact.
Formed in the forges of the left side of hell where niggers are raised and abandoned.
Made of the hardest of substance.. Only the strong survive... Either by brain or brawn.
I as bullet on straight trajectory speed towards a spent end...
This my story to tell.
I as bullet startle those standing around as sharply I ring out...
Gunclap... Deafening sound as I ram into my target and tear it apart so that it can be rebuilt.
These hearts of these people who seem to have lost the way... Forgotten that this is an ancient war we fight...
They so trained to hate each other that it just seems to seem right to call each other the most vile of names.
Niggas swangin from pecan trees on some jungle bunny shit.
The crowd scatters as the body hits the floor and red begins to spread.
I as gun am placed into the pocket and I as man step forth and take my peoples hand and look to the heavens as power flows from me to the lifeless form.
They open theIR eyes and breathe a gasp of a breath.
I had to kill the niggers...
It was the only way to free my Brothers and Sisters.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE

(NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE) TOPIC CHOSEN BY Gena Storm AND Stacy Piggee 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. YOU BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/yZFLA5CTYo8

You vibrate in my receptivity.
Soothe my depravity.
Promised to me as we born awakened in a garden and looked in each others eyes.
Adam smitten by Eve.
My pain as well as my joy  have merged and we have grown from that.
You in me on levels to deep to be seen... My blue blood fading to black.
We as one have endured the most heinous of tragedies and still we stand.
Our bones having become the dust that fertilizes the earth.
Our blood the catalyst for change.
Our skin the icon and we sing as one... As many.
Echoing in the chambers of Allah and filling the halls with the harmony...
Angels swaying in the bars and swept up in the melodies... the treble  and the bass.
You course through my mind and fill me with wonder as I never tire of your form.
Thickly, skinny, tall, short and full.
Makes me wanna lick the chocolate from your skin and savor thy sweet.
My heart racing at the sudden rush of your flavor as you stride by.
Leave me lingering on the trail of your pheromones.
I a mad poet shouting into the wind.
BLACK WOMAN IS QUEEN!!!
Whispers of insanity as I beat down the negative portrayals and confront the stigma.
Stand in my queens corner as king.
We once pawns having becoming royalty.
Vibrating vibrantly.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BASS CAUSE BASS SHAKES FOUNDATIONS...
http://youtu.be/tX3ArbnXrmM

Listen my brothers...
Let me speak.
I am tired of reading bout another black man done killed another black man.
Over a woman, over the shoes on his feet over the fact that he is from 17th street.
Two black men gone cause prison ain't being alive.
Its dead time.
Tired of things happening and the only voice you hear is the white one telling our story.
On the news and painting the picture of the nigger to the court of popular opinion.
Tired of people spouting fiction as fact as related to who we are and where we come from.
Preachers talkin bout the curse of Ham and calling black a curse.
Tired of the books that try to say that we were happy as slaves, that say black women liked getting raped by white men.
Paying so much attention to material and not the content that we are being swept under the carpet...
Rolled up in a gym mat and deemed a suicide.
Loosing our manhood and becoming batty boyz... Pants dropped and showing off ass... Some sissy shit if you ask me.
Straight booty warriors.
Tired of these fucking chains... shit bout to drive me insane.
Brothers need to pick up some books and learn the truth cause if they don't want you to know that's where it is.
Buried in a book which is ironic cause in some instances books mean life.
Resurrection.
I am telling you this cause I love you bro.
We are Israelites.
We are Kings.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY