THE LIONS DEN

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

{SOMEBODY BETTA GET DAT DAMN FOOL}

{SOMEBODY BETTA GET DAT DAMN FOOL}
THE MUSIC... YOU DONT LISTEN TO THIS AND YOU TOTALLY MISS THE POINT....
http://youtu.be/wRFl7sUXd-4

See all dem fools be playin games...
I ain't got no time for that cause I wanna make you feel me...
I a motherfucking beast in the bed...
What fuckin sheets?
I dropping hard into the interior of your forest... A force to be beheld.
Sometimes pattering and at other times driving as if to flood your core.
Beating at your walls... Stroking and rubbing clit... Lightly biting nipple...
I told you this ain't no game as I make you put an arch in your back and beat it pouting...
A motherfucking beast... Big Daddy!!! Big Daddy you a motherfucking beast fuck this thang!
I lost in the splattering drops that are produced by a true beatdown...
Caint let you go... Caint let you go as I push you to the floor and pin yo legs back...
Stand up in that thang and roar... Pull out slow... Plunge back in...
Yo liquid got me throwed like bout three doubles of Makers Mark bourboun...
An eighth a dat loud and bout three a dem green sweet white owls.
I high off the very thought off you naked and sweaty as I minister to that punani.
Throw off my robe and run down the aisle.
Peel you back and lick at your creamy center...
See dem fools be playin games and shit...
I aint bout dat.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

{TSUNAMI} SENRYU

{TSUNAMI} SENRYU

THE SOUND OUTSIDE THE DOJO AS INSIDE THE BATTLE RAGES...

http://youtu.be/2CoHkpCYvOk

{IMMINENT}

Man stands and sees clouds

They pon the horizon dark

Lightning flashes bright

{TURBULENCE}

The air becomes cool

The wind grows, picks up debris

Man is the strong storm

{BECOMING}

Man becometh rain

He the torrential downpour

He reshaping earth

{RECOGNITION}

The bird sings again

A plaintive song sung so nice

Once man overstood

{THEN CALM}

Water calm is life

He in meditation breathes

He rages no more

{ENVISION THIS VISION} A COLLAB FEATURING LACHELLE JOHNSON

{ENVISION THIS VISION} A COLLAB FEATURING LACHELLE JOHNSON
the music...
http://youtu.be/XIl9GaKt7k0
Her in a mirror and I in repose contemplating her form... Her playing in her hair and I lost in flights of fancy... She the fantastic fantasy that I gaze upon. I blessed lie and take her in... Her form so much a part of who she is... I wonder if she knows that at this second all I see is her... T shirt, panties and her personality... I wonder if she sees?

She sees a mere reflection of him,, embraced in the image of his needs, desires fulfilling the thirst water alone could not quench. Intoxicating aura, blissful harmony, She shows him the purest form created, seeing the inner him that lives within her, his gaze pierced the essence sending the waves splashing on the shore making lasting impressions in the sand. She sees him

In my mind she dances and it is so graceful... her lines, and I sigh at the beauty...
So eager am I too have her entice me, to become the antithesis to all that I have seen...
Would she walk beyond I wonder as her pheromones fill the corners of my mind...
She seeming to grow as she in a fraction of overstanding seduces me...
In seeing would she become the scintillating apparition of my most succulent dreams...
The all that I be.

A silhouette captures the fragrance… in a naked trace of his presence secretly indulging. .mesmerized by his orchestration, elevates the chemistry; His methodology is my aphrodisiac explores her agility paralyzing all her senses. Her reality trembles under his voice.

Mmmmm as in response I find myself saturated and full...
She the fulfillment and the release... a most refreshing drink for a most weary traveler...
A bath, the water calm and warm... So invigorating.
In the nappy roots of me she washes away the dirt and grime... The awful tragedy.
Standing before me in t shirt and panties she sees the real me...
I see the real her.
Things just got so deep.

She can only fathom the magnitude of arousal, percussion's beating loudly, intimacy ignites majestic flames unspoken language fills the pinnacle of his existence. curiosity seized the moment, intrinsic persona devours her imaginations. Her t shirt and panties I see him real clearly.

BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LACHELLE JOHNSON

{LOVE STANDING IN THE GUTTER STUNNED AS A BUS SPLASHES IT WITH WATER}

{LOVE STANDING IN THE GUTTER STUNNED AS A BUS SPLASHES IT WITH WATER}
THE SOUND OF GETTING DRENCHED AND DEALING WITH IT...
http://youtu.be/VYZIinJkovE

When will I get my chance to show you what real love is?
So many before me have left you standing at the verge of not believing...
Frattered and tattered, frayed and torn and I find myself trying to restore you.
Trying to paint you back into a vibrant existence.
I having found you in the arms of a barren relationship... She just a placebo.
I having found you with his child... He who could have been king beat down by society...
Scared to be man, as nigga he exists... The gun his power... He having lost his mind.
Firing shots that further decimate our society.
I wanting to touch your skin and sink into your soul.
Wanting to bring you bubbling forth as clear stream of consciousness from the depths of your earth.
You shining in my sun as you babbling stream become flowing river and eventually the oceans and seas from whence we sprang.
Clear water becoming salty like the amniotic fluid that nourishes our future.
It bursting forth screaming as it confronts the light... Absorbing it and growing into the here and now where we are found.
Where it will leave us and pass us on as another generation.
I standing by the wayside as you stroll me by... A whiff of perfume and a pretty dress.
The click of stilettos and a beautiful behind.
A fleeting bit of divinity and the promise of redemption if only I could show you real love...
All I want is a chance.
Let me love away your pain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WHAT SHALL WE BECOME}

{WHAT SHALL WE BECOME}

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... I LOVE THE WOMAN WHO SINGS THIS SONG SO MUCH...

http://youtu.be/eOiouUYvpjw

Eye born find myself still seeking you as Eye have since before my conception in my mothers womb...

Time such a misunderstood thing as so many seek to stay young, they growing older and no wiser.

Eye standing in the darkened hallway where the door love looms... Light escaping from its frame.

Eye standing on the street corner where a couple passes hand in hand.

A transparent memory with the consistency of fine lace... Fragile yet strong... Full of holes.

Eye long to call your name in the throes of passion... To hold your hand and bring you calm when the world is crumbling down.

Even though Eye have never met you you have made me stronger than you could ever imagine...

Eye seeing fragments of you in your sisters... In my sisters... In my Mother and my children's mothers.

Eye broken down and sad am uplifted by just a promise of you that exists in the deepest recesses of who Eye am.

Eye hearing your voice in Eye subconscious... In Eye pineal.

Blinding clarity that is the universe where Eye from shall return... A part of the flow.

Eye finding myself existing without you as Eye witnessing this beauty want to share it with you....

Eye am not always blue... Eye do not always see red... Eye prismatic standing refracted in the suns rays.

Eye trying not to cry form an image of you and look into your brown eyes... Look upon your curves as you drift away as smoke into the sky.

Back you go to the realm of your ethereal existence... A dream to be chased as these days grow shorter...

These years they go by faster.

These hairs on my chin grow longer... Grey and black fading to white.

Eye looking for my queen...

She one of the billions of inhabitants of this crusty rock spinning along on a preordained path.

Her Whisper Eye breathe as a wind... Eye exhale as a force to be beheld.

Eye feel her...

Eye feel her mitochondrial as she pervades my every particle.

Eye feel her in my atomic's as Eye in meditation build upon the solidity of her foundation...

Eye and Eye...

Eye and She...

We are...

Ether.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Saturday, July 26, 2014

{THE REAL SHIT}

{THE REAL SHIT}
THE BREAKS...
http://youtu.be/bknxBttOfPU

Cause where I been ain't no love story... No Willie Wonka and the chocolate factory...
Where I been is stranger than any of that fiction that you watch on the telly, commercialized, canned and touted as news.
Where I been 12 year old girls sell they bodies, taught by they mama's how to get that money...
Where I been a 13 year old thug will put a slug in yo head, taught by older thugs how to put in work.
Leave a body cooling on the sidewalk with a hole in the front of it's head, brains hanging out the back.
A cold statistic told as startling fact by a smug white man on the evening news.
Where I come from the enemy drives a blue and white car and the government is the judge who sentences you for being poor... For being a menace... For being a deadbeat dad...
Where I been that's a fucking fact and the honest truth...
Where I'm from they done turned the woman against her man... To her he's just a sorry ass nigga... a sperm donor...
Where I'm from he objectifies his woman... To him shes just a bitch... A fine ass motherfucking hoe.
Where I'm from jailhouse stories become legend cause that's all a man has when he's been locked away from society... When he has become beast, institutionalized and stigmatized into thinking that he doesn't stand a chance.
Down here it's all a long way up... Down here its a very short fall... Down here there's no such thing as a level playing field... Fair simply means you didn't get fucked.
Where I'm from the preacher talks of saving the community while taking its money away... Spending it with the white man.
The G, the level and the square.
His children dressing so nice.
He living in a white neighborhood in a white house with a white picket fence... Meanwhile his congregation is living in hell.
The drug dealer is the local hero cause he drives a car like the preacher... Like the white man... He sitting on chrome and shining... 5 baby mamas and one mo on the way.
Slangin dope and dick all over the place.
White mans pawn.
Little boys wanna be like him and little girls give him blowjobs.
He tricks with little girls mama... She sucking the glass dick.
Yep down here shit is so real that you cant make shit like this up if you tried...
Down here its dat funk.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY