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Sunday, February 23, 2014

WORLDS APART... ACT TWO

(WORLDS APART)
ACT TWO:
SCENE ONE:
SETTING:

Modern day Bamboola, a moon orbiting the planet Ra 17. A bedroom with huge openings in octagonal shapes with orange light filtering in, there are sounds coming from the street below. People talking in an alien language. Strange animal cries. There is a large bed in the center of the room and the covers cover a form which stirs and eventually throws back the covers.
MERESANKH Throws the covers from her form and stands, she is a splendid figure indeed. We see that she is rather tall and while not thin she is muscular for a female. As we look closer we notice that there are some things that are different about her. Her eyes are all black like her skin and she walks rather gracefully. More like an animal than a human. Yet we can see that she is clearly human or some derivative thereof. There is a light fur on her body and it to is a shade like her skin. We can see it as it shines. She has no need to wear a lot of clothes and the skirt and the blouse that she wears are semi transparent. Her hands end in long nails more like claws than the nails of a human on earth.

MERESANKH Stands and walk into a room adjacent to the one she is in and we hear the sound of water being ran. she is only gone for a minute and as she walks back in the room she presses a button and the sounds of the street subside. There is a knock on her door and she says "Enter."

ABAALISABA Peeks into the room and say's "My sister. It is good to see that you make morning with us."

MERESANKH My brother it is good to see you make morning as well. May your day be blessed upon your rising.

ABAALISABA And yours my sister. He walks towards her and extends his hand. MERESANKH takes his hand and lowers her eyes. ABAALISABA puts his hand under her chin and raises her face.

ABAALISABA It pains me to see you so trapped in the pasts of our goings my sister.

MERESANKH It is in our goings that we are found my brother. Their voices still fill my waking and my lying down, I cannot escape them. Our parents and my husbands. They haunt me with every step that I take. They echo into my whole and there is no relief from them.

ABAALISABA Sometimes my sister it seems a gift becomes a curse and it is your power that has become your weakness. I hurt for you my sister but you must overcome the goings. Then and only then will you be happy.

ABAALISABA Turns and walks from the room. There are no goodbyes, it is not the custom.

MERESANKH Sits on the bed and looks off into space for a second and there is another knock on the door and she answers "Enter." KHAMA'AT Opens the door and walks in. She is a little older than MERESANKH and her face is a little plainer but it looks good on her. She is very confident and we see that in her bearing. She is MERESANKH'S Sister in law and even though their personalities are different she and MERESANKH behave more like sisters than in-laws. She says "It is good to see you make morning my sister."

MERESANKH As it is good to see you make morning my sister. They embrace and sit on the bed as they begin to talk.

KHAMA'AT My little sister your pain pains your brother and I. What can we do to take you away from this pain. You have not left the gates of this home in many periods of rotation. The light and the dark finds you like a ghost roaming the halls. Sitting in the room of books. My sister you are the most important thing to me besides my husband and I want to share in your joy yet I am confined to your misery. She takes the hand of MERESANKH and places it to her forehead and then to her lips. "My life force is your life force my sister.

MERESANKH Looks into KHAMA'AT'S eyes and breathes deeply. "My sister in you has my brother found peace but my peace is gone away into the goings, his body turned to ash. Such little time we had together and I am left listening to his whispers as they come and go. For some reason we still remain bound even in the going.

KHAMA'AT Sighs and stands, My sister I am sure that you will find a way to overcome the pain. Trust that I will walk with you. Let us go and make the morning meal together.

MERESANKH AND KHAMA'AT stand and leave the room together.

ACT TWO: SCENE TWO: MERESANKH sits in a room where she is surrounded by books, she sits silently and closes her eyes. We hear sounds like whispers in the air and she sighs as she seems to fall under their spell. After a moment she begins to cry and a voice is heard loud and clear.

The VOICE "What the hell."

MERESANKH Instantly stops crying and says to the empty room ""Who said that?"

The VOICE "Its me."

MERESANKH "Me who? Where are you? How did you get in my room?"

The VOICE This is my house and my living room, where are you?

MERESANKH No this is my room of books and my place of waking and sleeping. Where are you?

The VOICE I am here and you are as well. Where is here to you?

MERESANKH My place of waking and sleeping.

The VOICE Okay I do not know what that means. I mean where is home? I live on Joe Louis Street.

MERESANKH What is home? What is street?

The VOICE "What the fuck? What do you mean what is street?"

MERESANKH I mean what is this street thing that you talk of? I live in Quadrant six, Sector 3 in the peoples quarter.

The VOICE What is that?

MERESANKH It is where I live.

The VOICE "Is this some kind of a prank or something?" The VOICE is fading.

MERESANKH "A prank? what is this thing prank?" The voice is gone and MERESANKH looks about in confusion as she yells to the empty room. "Come back." She looks around before she yells again "Come back!"

The door opens and KHAMAAT looks in, MERESANKH who do you make the small roar for?

MERESANKH Looks around and says "Did someone just pass you in the great room my sister?

KHAMA'AT Looks at her in a strange way and says "Are you okay my sister? There is no one here but us. Your brother attends the council meeting and we are alone to ourselves. Are you sure that you are of the best way now?

MERESANKH Catches the turmoil in her sister in laws voice and says quickly "I am of the best way my sister I was just asking. I thought I heard something fall. Thats all.

KHAMA'AT Okay my sister do you mind if I sit with you as the day progresses. I would like to discuss some things with you. The business of the place of our waking and our lyings must be attended to and I need your insights.

MERESANKH Come my sister. KHAMA'AT walks to her and sits beside her and they start to discuss things as the scene fades to black.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, February 21, 2014

(FREEFLOW DRAGON DOJO)
THE SOUND OF DRAGON FYAH...

Baby you make me flow completely... Building as I drop goat rider's to bended knees... Signs and symbolism as I take you way past the 33rd degree... To the beginning and the end... 360.
I an explosion in the left hemisphere of your cranium as I drops verbal uranium and enriched lyrical plutonium... Thermonuclear as I blows you into new millineums.
Child of Imhotep and mans original origins... A blue black version of the blood that travels under my pseudo black skin... It diluted with the brutality of the caucasion who removed the original African.
Every time I look in your eyes I see the story clear... The end result of psychological systematically induced fear... The whisper of the jinn in my brothers and sisters ear...
Making the truth hard to hear.
You wearing the mark of the beast on your breast, your ass and your feet as I The Honest Truth spit a beatbox beat designed to move the streets.
Free the slave and make we complete.
Baby you are the key that wakes me from a triple stage darkness induced sleep... The fleeting hooves of frightened sheep as the wolf fat prepares to eat.
I flow what I see in the depths of your optics... The Muslim, Oriental, Jewish, Christian and Coptic...
Baby you make me drop it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TRIPLE EYE SEE)
THE BEATDOWN FOR THE BREAKDOWN...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTVSdstDIL4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

We who exist metaphysical see...
We see that we have existed across these spans called lives that mere men be.
We who saw the beginnings as man and woman newly formed walked across Pangea.
We borne on the strands of helix trees that bore fruit and ultimately seed.
We who know that the dirt, the sky and the universe are one.
That the worm and the lion are our kin.
That we in our roots carry the potential to communicate telepathically.
That the majority exist as slaves to mundane aspirations.
Religion the finger held as blade to a neck.
We who look to the stars and know that they and we are one.
That the pineal is the only way to see... Third eye television precision displayed on an hd screen.
That the art of our physicality is the key... We the physician... The witchdoctor... The potentiality...
We among the cattle walking as the free.
They imprisoned by the illuminati who struggle to prove their innocence while killing indiscriminately in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Tallahassee.
We who exist metaphysical see these things.
We act upon them fluidly

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LONELY KINGS LAMENT)
THE MUSIC AS A KING REMINISCES...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZHr3F4y-W0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Should I tell you how I would treat thee?
Would you overstand and walk with me or would you let all this go to waste?
I would never call you bitch or who're cause I know that the world has done that enough... Torn you down.
Stood on your spirit.
I see the sassy as you being free, the fire that burns in we.
I see your skin as the utopia spoken of in hushed tones as we pray on bended knees... We promised to be together across eons and in these eventualities.
Would you feel the king in me and stroke my mane as it hangs from my chin?
I of silky flowers and milk chocolate as Jimi's Electric Ladyland plays on mp3...
Would you be my voodoo child and my moon rising my tides?
Could you withstand my depths?
Feel my crushing forces and make them exert less pressure as they beat at my psyche?
I will stand by you till the day I lie cold in a grave in a cemetery and after that my love for you will flow across skins as the breeze.
I knowing these things will be sweet if only I could have you to hold, to hold me.
I would treat thee accordingly as these days fade into the annals of time and our beating hearts linked bear witness.
I will treat thee as Isis, Makeda and Nefertiti.
My queen, my empress, my all.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF

(TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU NEEDS TO LISTEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzkuEKeeDGg&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Strip for me...
Be my nasty little freak.
No one else is going to see as you show me your secrets... Your secret places.
Make my beast growl in my chest and cause him to stretch the skin of my thick veiny dick.
Make him want to stop your tease but be too transfixed to move.
His savage ravage showing in his lidded eyes...
He sniffing the air as you bend and your pussy drops to hang between your thighs... Beneath your spread ass cheeks.
He inhaling sharply as you crawl towards him on your knees.
Touch him and lay back and throw your legs to the sky as your clit makes an appearance... He wanting to suck it.
So badly.
Show him your stretch marks for he can read their patterns.
Trace your story.
See the origins of your freak...
Make the beast want to beat deep as you scratch him... Bite him.
He pulling at your hair and the top of your head... Dropping dick in.
The beast released in all his fuckery... Spanking that clit till it drips tears on his length.
Till he roaring sprays cum into that pussy and across your belly.
Cum on.
Strip for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

(SAVAGE RELEASE OF THE SEXUAL BEAST)

(SAVAGE RELEASE OF THE SEXUAL BEAST)
THE SOUND AS THE BEAST BEATS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgAPJVodr0U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Let me fill you up... Cum into your empty places and overflow them with my essence.
Me touching your silky skin, playing in your wetness, lost in the all of you.
Sliding in and out.
Pulling you back and forth.
You riding my solid pole.
It stretching you as I lost in the view am sprinkled in the dew of your pinkened fruit encased in your blackened skin.
You laid back and spread, clit standing proud.
You digging fingernails into my skin.
Savage marks of rapture stinging on my sweaty skin as I thick lay in it deep.
Push it all the way to the back as I suck your tongue and you lick my face... I suck at your nipples and bite a little.
I want to hear your high notes.
I will provide the lows... The beat, beat, beat as you pulsate on my rock hard.
Use it to scratch your itch... Throwing it back as I thump, thump, thump against the confines of your walls.
I cum into you thick and creamy, draining into your cracks and crevices.
Filling you up and dribbling out wet and sticky as I the beast and you the damsel lie complete.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FALLEN SOLDIERS LAMENT)
THE SOUND FOR THE POUND...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywtJXf7hwqo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

This is for the fallen African soldiers.
Those lost in the savagery of capitalistic struggle since the advent of his-story.
This is for those who hung from trees, were flayed from their skin, were treated as subhuman.
My fathers and grandfathers, my uncles and cousins, my brother's in this life and death situation.
Those who stood on street corners and slung that thang... Opened bottles and poured one for them that's gone, wore colors that represented power on another man's land.
Them who grew up in the distorted projects where every day can be your last, killed by your own kind, killed by a white man representing the blue, black and brown gang.
This is a shot popped into the air, I hope it falls and splits the wig of an oppressor.
Takes him to a certain grave.
Buried under the tan soles of our black feet.
We soldiers in a misguided war where we fight for material when its really all about the spiritual.
Scratching and struggling to own another man's name stitched on jeans and worn on our ass like burnt brands on slaughtered cows.
Still gripped in the insanity of slavery while screaming free.
Another black man has died.
This prayer is for his African soul.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY