(THICKLY) Butt nekkid nasty

(THICKLY)
THE MUSIC AND YOU BETTER LISTEN CAUSE ITS DAT FYAH...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTQAdlWOzM4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Here I sit mezmerized… Suspended in your thickness...
Your pretty pushing at the delicate fabric of my sanity.
I have fucked you a thousand times in this second… Made you orgasm over and over.
Pushed your legs back and bent you over… Made juice flow from your insides.
Sucked and licked your nipples and made you cry… Made you scream.
You belong to me in dreams where you glisten... Pussy covered in my cum...
My dick and nuts covered in yours.
I am that man spoken of in soft tones when you tell your dirty little secrets... The one you think of as you squirm in your office chair.
I am that beast from round dere... A pure pussy beater from me born...
African drums.
Big thick got my dick weighing bout five pounds...
Hanging heavy.
Show me your pretty...
All phat and shit...
Show me your thick...
Fuck my mind up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MELA SUTRA) Do not open if images of naked black women upset you

(MELA SUTRA)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FUNKY JOINT…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUBNVw6nnJs&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Is that Melanin I smell?
Mmmm it is…
May I partake of a part of it?
Combine it with my own and dwell in it…
Kiss those nipples colored carbon black…
Lick slowly down till I at your belly pause and look into your anticipating eyes.
Bite at the fabric of your panties a second before I pull them aside.
A deep sniff of your scent and I kiss clit lightly… pull it with suction between my big African lips and suck it till I hear your sighs.
Push your thighs back and make that pussy open… cotton candy pink in the middle of black of brown.
See you look down while biting your lip.
Your head falls back and you say my name, the one only you and I know…
The one you call when we are alone and that pussy belongs to me.
I lick and titillate till you push my head back… no more, no more.
Such an wondrous sight that my preponderous appendage stands erect in anticipation.
Must be satisfied, as I flip you over and mount you from the back…
Precum and pussy juice merge and I try to make you remember ancient times as I drum a primal beat.
Slaps of ass the drums, our cries the melody…
We fuck to the breakdown as I pull out kiss that pussy and put it back in… I smell you in the hairs on my top lip… on my chin.
The savage of my ravage overcomes and I slam dick home…
Turn you over and push legs back I want to look into your eyes hear you beg me to cum in… BIG DADDY CUM IN!!!
An explosion and we fall sated to the land of just got nut…
In our melanin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS]

[LATE NIGHT EMISSIONS] AN EROTIC JOINT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
http://youtu.be/xJDR3PRDSHY

You came to me again last night on the wings of a sex fueled dream flying through my subconscious...
You lay on the floor and spread your legs back... your pussy so phat... your clit so long...
I kneeling kissed it and you squirted in my face... I lapped at it and you screamed my name just like you used too...
I felt your hand as it closed around my dick, your hand so small that it could not wrap all the way and I almost came...
I pushed you back and paused for a second before I entered you hard... you called my name again and I fucked you like you like it...
Standing with my palms on the back of your thighs as you came and came and came...
Such a nasty little freak that I lost in the moment bit your nipple and you came again...
I pulled away and grabbed the back of your head and thrust into your mouth heard you gag as I pushed in and pulled out...
Your spit on my dick and my nuts...
I turned you around and slapped you on your fat ass and saw my hand print fading away as I slapped that ass over and over and you screamed that you would not be bad again...
On your knees I entered you and fucked you until you came again... Spraying me... spraying the carpet and your thighs...
I beat at your pussy till I felt my nut rushing to the head of my swollen dick and I pulled from you and turned you around and exploded in your mouth as you swallowed my cream...
We fell to the floor and I rubbed your brown skin as you began to fade away...
Once my queen...
Now the object of my wet dreams.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

WARRIORS LOVE SHADED BLUE

{WARRIORS LOVE SHADED BLUE}
THE WHIMSICAL WARRIORS BACKGROUND SOUND....
http://youtu.be/INtc8vDAhOg

And here I find myself out on a limb all alone... Looking at the ground so far beneath my feet.
My conscious screaming blue... I need you.
Here I am on mountain top, roars that echo into the abyss below... Bounce back.
Its just me.
On city street watching as the people walk by, you could be one of them...
Maybe I'm looking to hard...
I don't ask for much...
As I standing alone contemplate my fate, so dim without your light.
As I traversing these days and nights wake to the sun shining through my blinds.
I have cried... I have sighed... I have realized... Maybe one day.
And here I stand at the waters edge watching your reflection in the clouds that sail above my head...
I draw your face... Your lips... Those eyes.
I remember what you felt like when I was young, the texture of you.
The taste and the anticipation... The beat that you put into my blood.
I wonder what you feel like now... So full and phat.
These moments where you pervade my essence and cause my soul to beg for you.
A flag waving on the field of battle where I stand... African man.
A memory of you the picture that keeps a warrior sane... So much death all around.
So much betrayal and distrust as our mentalities changed are constantly at war.
And here I am playing you over and over like my favorite mp3... You the constant song playing in my ears.
Keeping my psyche free.
I borne on the who of what we were... the reality of what we are and the wonder of what we could be in 2053.
And here I am standing on solid ground.

JERALD

{IF THE REVOLUTION WAS TELEVISED WOULD YOU WATCH IT?}

{IF THE REVOLUTION WAS TELEVISED WOULD YOU WATCH IT?}

The artist being featured here is Tim Okamura.

All the paintings are by him...

The words are by Jerald Murphy

THE MUSIC FOR THIS EXHIBIT...

http://youtu.be/mBCAAS_WwNw

And here we are at the other end of a bloodless revolution if you don't count the ancestors whose forgotten blood cries in anguish from stolen ground...

The dirt hurts... And the dirt hurts as we become name brand.

Where once a queen in Africa bore the prototypical Jesus and we as Lions roamed free.

On the plains and in the jungles... Spiritually.

We once were free.

And here I am lost in the confusion of you as you spit Willie Lynch at me...

The nigger part 3.

You having been made slave spitting toxic spew.

What the fuck is you gone do?

Got queens willing to stick by yo side cause if they will ride or die for some silly shit surely they will be there when you for real...

You so afraid of  revolting but so willing to kill your brother.

The queens awaiting your arrival feel the pressure that a real king drops.

He gone barometric.

In the very air.

They inhale.

They are calmed in the breeze of your impeding storm for they know that it brings relief...

You the once enemy having become the cure...

The earth remembers well.

Laws designed to make you seem animalistic and out of control as he spins the merry go round...

The roulette wheel...

POW!

Life passing by vibrantly...

She holding it in her tones...

Such a beautiful thang even in the face of all this pain.

She whispering of his return from the bottomless pit where he has lingered so long...

Butterflies and sighs...

Time for brothers to arise...

Float up out dat pit and find some get back to the basics...

Here...

On the other side of the revolution.

BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE WARRIORS SYMPHONY}

{THE WARRIORS SYMPHONY}
THE POUNDING BEAT ON A WARRIORS TEMPLES...
http://youtu.be/3Z2upFUdrhU

This symphony...
 Frantically...
Trying to drop this thang fo I return to dust.
No fear of that...
Fear that I will not get it all said... Before I am dead.
Lying there with people crying when they should be smiling cause I will be leaving this hell...
I'm so tired of this shit...
These simplistic beings humanity...
People still on that fuckery in this the age of technology.
Bombs falling in Palestine.
Jews trying to commit genocide.
Police at war with the black populace...
Killing indiscriminately.
What did school do to you?
Got to have protection against your own brother and the other motherfucker.
Preachers and teachers molesting the babies...
Boka Haram kidnapping black girls.
Y'all done forgot bout dat.
Children in Detroit cant take baths... Cant get a cup of water...
Some a dem children gone die...
That's your fault if you ain't on that.
Could be your child next.
Betta wake yo sleepwalking asses up... Betta motherfucking kick in does and wreck fucking shop...
But you to scared.
Angels look on in disgust.
You so worried bout being a Muslim, a Christian, a Jew that you can watch others die and not bat an eye.
You so worried about belonging that you fall silent in the face of wrong.
Sororities, fraternities and masonic degrees as you bring the world to its knees.
You big now hunh?
Woe unto you for the things concealed... the dark things that you have done.
The symphony plays.
Frantically.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WITHOUT YOU}

{WITHOUT YOU}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THE SOUND AND THE WRITE ARE ONE...
http://youtu.be/2dF9HF53KnM

And again I find that I am infinitesimal without you, The stars a blanket above my head... The ground my bed.
I lonesome in the blackness of my soul... Cold and hard like a steel blade...
Double edged.
I long to speak these words into a queens ears as we sated lie.
Tell her of all the times I was supposed to die and how I survived as I sought her...
Bullets, knives and betrayal.
The joy of my children's births...
Gods and Earth's.
Rat Meat the wino and Caveman my mentor.
I so caught up in the milk of her way... hazy and dazed as my fingers find solidity and nappy roots...
I long to hear your sigh and your laughter... Your anger which I will try to take away...
Make you a sunny day.
Pull a panorama into full view as I paint a tableau with my words and listen to yours.
Speak on the full scope and magnitude of the nuclear being me... Reach into the melanin and draw out the carbon... lay it on the page.
Talk of your rebirth and mine as the planet takes back what it is owed... One little bitty life at a time.
 What do we leave?
Knowledge or ignominy?
The cosmos could be ours if only we could unite, you and I.
I sitting here at a desk in Florida pouring my all out to you as the night sings such a lulling song... Crickets and cicadas... Barking dog and hum of tire.
I sit here infinitesimal, existing without you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY