(EYE A MAN CRY)

(EYE A MAN CRY)
THE SOUND OF EYE A CRY...
http://youtu.be/VBpOdi6Rp8A

And what would eye a man say of these humans who exist so vague?
Would eye speak of their great expectations and haughty ambitions.
Many to be God or a least white Jesus... A lie will never gain stable ground... Sand can't hold castles.
Would eye  speak of his great nations at war with each other?
Killing in the name of democracy... In the name of justice.
In the name of inhumanity... Killing.
That means someone will breathe no more in human form, his essence gone into the flow dimension which sighs and welcomes him as it continues 360.
Forward, backwards, meeting again at some point.
Would eye speak of his inability to see his devastating wake... The destruction he leaves... Shattered little souls growing fractured in the ghettos.
Some of them roses and others weeds which need to be eradicated mentally.
Eye a man crying even when I'm smiling cause eye  know the truth.
That babies die and leave parents behind to contemplate what could have been.
The sun rises above yet another day where another baby dies somewhere... Where an innocent man will be sent to prison cause he's black.
Fuel for the prison complex which is a predetermined death... 5 years... 20 to life.
That closed minds are the saddest things.
Eye man see this optical and pineal...
Eye man cry eyeternally.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GRIOTS TALE STINGING AND GRITTY)
THE MUSIC...
"Freedom" by Anthony Hamilton & Elayna Boynton - …: http://youtu.be/8IydisW8iwU

You wanted me to treat you like a queen, you thinking that being a queen was wearing the trappings of a slave.
I looked into your eyes as you told me that you hated your hair... It being so nappy... You told me that your skin was to dark and my soul cried even as a young thing.
The ancestors told me you had this pain, that you hated them for being taken from the motherland and casting you into this nightmare.
You wanting to be like his queen... Blond hair and blue eyes.
Tight flat ass and the warrior in me on bended knee begged you to regain your strength... Begged you to take his hand.
You being independent by now ignored my pleas.
Our children became smarter in a way but they had lost all sense of direction as they walked away in Jordan's and with a white families name plastered on their ass.
Driving his cars and buying his furniture as our legacy became the byword in his-story.
And here I the griot stand at the other end of this tale wondering.
Where might I find a queen in these days of basketball wives and rachet hoes?
Thugs saggin and pretty boys on the downlow?
How can I treat you like a queen?
You hate everything that makes us us.
You ain't no queen
A queen knows her place.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SOUTHERN PUNANI LICKA)

(SOUTHERN PUNANI LICKA)
THE SOUND... THIS IS A VIDEO OF ME READING THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/G8USInoIysU

I been thankin bout you...
I mean really thankin.
Bout yo brown skin and yo pretty lil titties.
Bout that natural you wear... I really wanna show you some thangs.
Touch yo body and make you bend yo back.
I'm tellin you girl... I been thankin bout you
I will make you cum 5 times just to see the look in yo eyes.
Let you ride it cowboy, cowgirl and just straight elicit sighs.
Flip you over and watch dat clit squirt in the air.
Bend down and taste that juicey juice... Ahhhh yo flair.
Push them legs back and stand strong in dat punani.
Fuck you till you beg me... Girl stop runnin.
As the beatdown goes on... I beat warrior strong.
Rub you on them pretty ass cheeks and smooth yo hair down to soothe you cause I beast fuck supremely... I doose da do.
I drink punani juice cocktails from between yo legs... Let it dribble down into my grey and black beard hair.
I betta let this thang go cause every time I thank bout you, I take it there to where shit so real it a drive a crazy man sane... Circuses and fairs and all kinda brain drains.
Shorty you betta beware, cause I really wanna Skeet in yo pussy hair.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SNIFF)

(SNIFF)
THE MUSIC...
Cashmere Cat : With Me (Female Remix): http://youtu.be/PmYTFonn0TU

Sitting here with punani on my mind, scent so strong in my psyche that I grow heavy.
I seeking you start to scribe.
Painting you into existence from the fertile grind of my fevered mind, where you with Afro on your head and between your legs are the manifestation.
Ahhhh... and I breathe of you inhaling you deep into my lungs.
You real reach out and touch me on my manhood and I swoon, slang you down and make you feel my tongue all the way down to the roots of your hair as I Big Beast take you there, bring you back and there we go once again.
Off in the land "Fuck Me!" In the city "Throw That Pussy Baby."
On the street Big Dick where I reside.
All up in dat.
You born in the imagination have become so tangible.
I reach out and you disappear on the wings of a dream where I spread you wide and ravaged you savagely.
Clouds disappearing as you drift in the loud smoke.
My whole planet needs you so.
Subconsciously I know this so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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