(WETTA)
THE FLUID SOUND...

I seek to make you wetta than you have ever been.
Sweat, pussy juice and tears of unbridled joy.
I seek to release the inner you that no one sees as you walk around looking all prim and proper.
The one that screams my name as your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl.
The one that scratches the skin of my back leaving a savage tattoo.
A moment as I dig my fingers into your scalp and pull you hard onto my dick.
As I stretch the walls and pound at the back of your womb.
As I bury my face in your neck and sniff of your scent.
A moment as I feel you release on my dick and it flows down over my balls and dribbles to the sheets.
I still such a big booty loving, pussy licking beast.
I still the king of the jungle.
I suspended in the drops that listen on your quivering skin and drunk on your sound.
The slap slap as we beat the ancient beat.
As you grip me with your fingers, as you grip me with the petals of your lotus.
The lily that floats on serene waters and dances in the ripples elicited by the storms wind.
My mouth finding your nipples sucks and nibbles.
I tasting of your salt, a necessary part of life.
My seed boiling in the depths rages to be freed.
I hold back.
I my dear seek to make you wetta.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT)
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
http://youtu.be/xGdSSSmdakk

Man conceived is born of darkness and light, two natures that war constantly.
Upon his entry into the light from the dark he screams his frustration and they the people celebrate.
He who found comfort in the darkness opens his eyes and the light reveals so much.
Sight, smell and sound.
It seems overwhelming, so much to digest.
It is in the light that man learns that darkness has stages and that he man derived from them.
That they exist in he and every other sentient being.
Man sets out to control his duality, the light against the darkness and the war wages unabated in his soul.
It shines through stained glass windows on Sundays and makes him cover his head at night.
The light, the dark that he sees shining in every man.
Man standing on street corner sees these things as the wind flutters the spun thread he wears, as it ripples through the branches of trees and the leaves fall, as man dying re-enters the darkness and the people wail.
Man of darkness, man of light.
Man existing in both worlds looks at the people as the scurry by, as they seek light without overstanding the simplest thing.
That light and darkness are one.
That without the other both could not exist.
That man existing religious cannot touch spirituality for spirituality embraces the whole.
The utter duality.
Man pulls his hat down and shades his eyes in darkness as he confronts the light.
Man overstanding walks in both.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A QUEENS PLACE)
THE SOUND...

Would you stand with me?
I mean would you place your back against mine and go toe to toe with the world for me?
Be my queen?
So many potential Nefertiti's, Isis's and Nandi's lost to materialism and class.
Lost to Brazilian weaves and million dollar dreams when their very skin color is rich.
Like chocolate and expresso.
When the enemy comes to claim our child and leads him or her away to be indoctrinated will you see the futility... The utter insanity?
When they put a portrait of a white man in his face at church or on the t.v. will you tell our baby the truth?
Will you tell my son to be warrior and my daughter to be the daughter of a warrior... The wife of a warrior, the mother of a warrior?
Independent cause her man is independent.
We conquered and divided in a strange land where the children have the power.
A finger on the cellphone pad.
Dialing 911 till the police come and take parents away.
Take the child and make him hate himself or herself as images flash cross the screen.
Grimacing gold teeth and thot... Guns and another nigga slain by the ignorance rapped staccato.
If I put a ring on your finger and a pistol on your hand would you be ready to fight for ours?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(A KIND OF MAN)
THE SOUND OF THE BLADE SWISHING AND THE BULLET WHINING...

And kind of man standing began to flex his muscle, exert control over other men while taking away individuality.
Oh how the masses became so weak that they fought for the man who was royalty when in fact all his power was theirs.
They tricked became whores to the system, fucked at birth, fucked in the schools, fucked in the courtroom as the judges and lawyers enjoyed the orgy.
They let him sell them thinly veiled stories and straight Saddam Hussein, Ben Laden lies, royalty creating conflict and destroying lives.
Only enough ZMAPP for the white folks... Ha Ha motherfucker that's the joke.
Such a story of misplaced trust as the religious have become the gears and cogs of the machine.
Grinding, growing old and being replaced.
Same headline as yesterday.
Black Man Killed By the Police, Black Man Killed By a Black Man,
Black Man Killed By His Education.
Taught that to be equal he got to be the equal of a white man when the very thought of that is hypocrisy...
What fool wants to be the beast?
So much blood on his hands as he cannabalistic swallows the very soul of who we once were.
Way before slavery, segregation and the penitentiary...
Way before black men were called the disease.
Man standing stretched and flexed a bicep.
Looked at his wrist and saw the scars of the chains, of the shackles that he had shattered with the power of his mind.
No king, no ruler and no bounds.
Let there be light.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NOCTURNALLY) EROTIQUE
THE SOUND OF A LUCID MEMORY...
http://youtu.be/BcdaDdlNSGU

No matter how much I consciously try to forget you my subconscious pulls you up.
I find myself feeling you even though that time clearly has passed.
My heartbeat growing faster and my loins grow heavy.
I swept along as you undress and lay on the floor and spread your phat full thighs for me.
Ask me if that's what I like.
Your thick nipples fill my mouth.
I suck as I fall into your pussy.
As you stroke the inches of my meat.
As you remark on the thickness and throw it back.
I grabbing your ass cheeks and driving deep.
I kissing you as I feel the fluttering pulsations of your sugar walls.
The thumping in my pens.
The head as it swells.
I once loved you so much that no other woman could come between us and I see your juice as it squirts from your clit.
A fountain that I drank from time and time again.
It giving me life...
It giving me strength.
I cum deeply into you and pull out as you fade.
I awake and find myself alone.
Sticky from our nocturnal encounter.
I still love you in my dreams.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BABY) THE XXX RATED VERSION
THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/uJZqhADszQ8

Baby you got such a pretty punani, it making I so dizzy as I reflect it in my brown and white optical orbs.
Drink it in and it shoots images straight to my brain.
A fraction of a second so small that measured it would become a number so infinitesimal yet so profound.
See baby your punani it talks to me... It says "Lick me Daddy... Awwww beat me Daddy."
It fucks me up and fills my ears with song.
Blood rushing to my loins where my pole grows thick and heavy... Makes my balls hurt with the need ti fill you with my cum as you cum... As I taste of you fluid and warm.
Baby your punani is the saving of me from the drudgery of self manipulation... The agony of hearing you and not being able to... To touch you.
The sounds of you exploding electronic in my headphones as I explode roaring in yours.
Baby all you got to say is a word...
Well two.
"Come here."
Baby I will come to you and speak such sweet words to your punani that you sighing will fall gently back and erupt from bud, spread your petals and shine resplendent in your splendor.
Baby you got such a pretty punani.
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE SHATTERED SCATTERED REMNANTS OF A REBUILT HEART)
THE SOUND...

You broke my heart into a portrait reminiscent of the billions of stars that are in the sky.
Eye fractured and scattered and left for dead.
Eye fragmented.
A bitter reminder that love is not promised to everyone.
The fire of my pain grew and threatened to consume the cosmos of my overstanding... The realm of my existence.
Eye sitting on the dark floor of nothingness collapsed into my hollow core and became the night.
The form standing over the bed...
The unknown in the sky where clouds block the light.
The unseen.
And Lo!
A spark in the extreme distance became the rushing roar.
The big bang.
A pineal wave of destruction and rebirth as the dragon and the lion merged and ignited the landscape as man rearranged became forged titanium steel.
A most lovely thing as eye weld evicerating lyrics and solar wind syntax.
Love you have served to make eye strong.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY