(CHEMICAL COMPOUND)

(CHEMICAL COMPOUND) A WORD, SIGHT AND SOUND POST... TOPIC SUGGESTED BY GOLD BIRD... THE TOPIC WAS SEXUAL CHEMISTRY.
THIS VIDEO IS THIS POEM BEING READ... WATCH IT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...

You empress are the chemical component that completes me.
Our attraction happening on atomic levels.
So basic my need.
I smell you in my sleep, on subconscious levels.
In my waking as a fragrant daydream.
From the first moment that I caught a whiff of you pheromonically was I lost.
My attraction for you having consumed me... I a hawk on the wing... A lion on the prowl.. in thee am I free.
You having rearranged my DNA structure.
Making I an unstoppable force blessed with the chemistry to metamorphically be.
All this and more as I feel you drifting across my neurons and dropping bass heavy into my melted core.
I looked into your eyes and fell into your mix.
We empress have that chemistry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF WE AND THEE)

(OF WE AND THEE)
THE MUSIC...
DREAMS - SAD PIANO OLD SCHOOL HIP HOP INSTRUMENTAL: http://youtu.be/9Cn_I-bx9rI

From your womb precedeth life...
These beings born from thy womb.
Such potential so wasted in pursuing vanity.
This things promised them by man.
It all alludeth back to thee.
Formed of the most remarkable beautifullest things.
The blackest of carbon occurring in various degrees melanic.
Thou hast borne kings on thy back.
Raised generations of queens who bore warriors and men of great invention.
Thy teaching them to dream.
These times findeth thou struggling against the system, against thy man, against thine children.
Woe unto those of us who would not know of their true history.
Who would rather be the material bought and sold on the mark of the beast.
My queen time has passed thee and I by as we stagnant have become the punchline in the proverbial joke.
I looking to you for my comfort and support standing crippled in the raging storm.
Our sons having been made to hate me struggling and deadbeat.
Made to hate being men they have become sodomite, dancing like women in the church aisles... In the clubs... When they hear a car pass by bumping the beatdown.
Ignorant rap songs.
The parody R&B.
We who could be a nation divided by the wall I am not African and false visions of fitting in...
Thinking that we are the problem when we clearly are the solution.
If only thou couldest remember that all this human life began and will end because thee queen prototypical stood by your king.
We who were once symbiotic have grown apart.
Thee my queen still produceth life.
We borne in thy womb.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

 

(THE NIGHT JOURNEY)

(THE NIGHT JOURNEY)
THE SOUND FOR THE POUND...
True Story Remix with Hook by Chandler Sanchez (E…: http://youtu.be/RUSot32DNPc

And here he is at the veil...
He hears the angels voice as melody in the pounding...
It pierces his binarys.
Out here there is nothing... There is all.
Patterns and hieroglyphics on the wall.
He sees other existences... Other times.
A beat away from the veil he thinks he is not done.
He is silent, for the absorption of all this knowledge takes time.
He is flow.
One more time...
One more time.
The galaxy is as insignificant as the speck man.
A universe roars past.
Stars falling into darkness harboring light, casting it back.
Wormholes and alternate universes.
The promise the lie.
The veil.. the veil...
Falling to his metaphorical knees...
There is no pain.
He awakens on earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(KILL ME MOTHERFUCKER)

(KILL ME MOTHERFUCKER)
THE BEAT...
Nasty Bass Trap Beat "Voodoo Warrior" (Prod. by V…: http://youtu.be/M1tUP8XXs7w

See all that playing shit is passe.
I will smile in your face and rip your jugular out with my teeth if I have to.
Shit is that motherfucking real.
See every day that I wake its with the realization that my people are hunted, even though they may not realize it.
That they have been made deaf, dumb and docile sheep.
That the religions have failed them.
That the governments of the world have ignored them.
See eye see...
I see that I and I got to be as hard as a piece of titanium made into a blade.
That I must sever bullshit.
That I must wake hunting the hunter and pointing his camouflaged ass out.
That I as lion must hunt wolf dressed as sheep.
As shepherd.
See I was raised in the jungle of these urban brick and concrete blocks of poverty.
Patrolled and corraled by the beast Babylon in his steel blue and white assault vehicles.
Riding by me and watching me.
Pulling up on the scene.
See I don't give a fuck about his laws or his rules if they serve to keep one of mine locked down for his dope and his guns that he distributes on his streets.
Teaching the youth all that wrong and calling it right.
I personally don't see that shit cause my suit is pressed.
I will die for this.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHORT SYMPHONY)

(SHORT SYMPHONY)
THE MUSIC....
Dramatic Piano/Symphonic Music - A Million Miles …: http://youtu.be/AVpkTkvIf-k

I will play this keyboard like a Steinway...
I a mad alphabetic pianist...
Rip music from its black and white keys and fill the cavernous void of my loneliness...
Make the tears falling from my eyes dry up as they run down my face.
The heat of creation burning in my synapsis.
My fingers having taken on a life of their own.
Fluttering like butterfly wings.
Resonating on a frequency designed to break chains made of psyches.
To tear down wall of tyranny.
The most beautiful sound of this lyrical rhythm causing the masses to sigh.
To stand.
"Bravisimo"
Encore... Encore.
I flip the tails of my coat back and sit...
Let me play this symphony for you again with added flavor.
I want you to hear.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I DON'T KNOW) A THOUGHT

(I DON'T KNOW) A THOUGHT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS UN...

Do you really know?
I mean really?
Take man from the equation in almost any religion and it becomes apparent that man is the problem.
Man removes man from spirituality cause every man has a view.
A vision.
He wants his vision to become yours.
He may see gods view but in his mind gods view has holes so he fills them with his perspective... His version.
He endorses things so heinous that in retrospect it seems as of the religious were monsters.
Man having become so full of himself that he in a way deems himself god.
The Salem witch hunts, slavery, Jim Jones and the Guyana massacre.
All acts permitted and endorsed by the church.
Man.
Man adding and taking away words and systems of thought and contributing them to god.
The masses refusing to see universal truths.
Attributing wealth to god.
Some so rich that they live like gods, standing in the air and looking down at the masses.
Standing on pulpits and looking down at the masses.
Wearing symbols of their allegiance to a secret.
Calling you the goiym and treating you as such.
And you suffer in the name of god who surely is going to come down and protect you from these same lesser gods who control you.
Are made in his image that you pray to.
Wear on a chain around your neck.
Like a slave.
The shoes on your feet the shackles as everyone clamors to buy them.
To wear the symbol of greed and vanity proudly.
So caught up in the insanity that they forget to step back and look at the fact that they have given men this power.
That they have made these men essentially their gods.
These men who interpret the words of god.
Who keep the wisdom locked away and use it to keep the starving masses at bay.
I don't know.
It seems people shoulda recognized this by now.
I'm just saying.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOVE FROM THE LOWEST DEPTHS OF A MAN'S BEING) DEDICATED TO THE PERSON READING THIS IN 4062 THE MUSIC...
Trine Beats - Inspiring Piano Violin Rap Beat Hip…: http://youtu.be/imMN68uDuIw

And I try to rip you from my atmospheres... Try to describe all the things you do to me, have done for me and will do for me.
All the things that we have been through in ancient times... In the despair of the ghetto.
We when there was only love to shield us in strange lands.
My eyes water in memories of your pain.
Vision fuzzy with images of our uncertain futures.
My brains strains to paint an image of you that a reader can hold... The curves, folds and stretch marks that I find so fascinating.
The timber of your voice.
If I could I would set this paper and the screen afire with your form. Your nature.
Butterflies flutter in a man's stomach as he reaches into his lowest depths and extracts his love for you and holds it up to the sky.
It shining magnificently.
It taking off and becoming the fireworks called the cosmos.
Where we... You and I were born in the explosion of a sun.
My creation incomplete without you.
You having become the well that I drink at when my thirst threatens to consume me.
Leave me a dried out husk pushed about by the breeze.
Whisked away by the savage winds of this life.
My seed having been natured in the soil of your earth.
In you I have grown roots.
Become a forest.
I owe so much to you.
I try to describe it so that a person in 4062 reading these words will feel that in the utter depths of their very core...
That they will know of you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY