{THE SAD REALITY OF MOTHER VS CHILD}
THE TRACK THAT ACCOMPANIES HER SAD SONG...
http://youtu.be/g04xGlXO8Ho

And the earth she cried because of her children... They born of her soil and placed in a garden of wealth hurtling through space.
They killing creations and causing general turmoil... She heaved and sighed and her wind raced as tornado, as raging storm...
Her children ignoring her cries and falling victim to her retribution continued to beat her down... to rape her incestuously.
They aspiring to reach the stars lived as primitives when they could have been futuristic... Hate based on such petty things.
 They who could have lived as gods made gods of inanimate things, gold, jewelry and the clothes they wore...
The houses that they built and the cars they drove.
They weak in their fragile minds made some men kings and others men of men of false religions...
The earth, she begged them to hear and it fell on deaf ears they beyond the point of listening...
Sun and earths children suffered the consequences of their actions and inactions.
Fools living the lure of tradition and fitting in.
They having forgotten how to speak the language of the stars and the celestial objects... They unable to communicate with the dolphins.
The sun beamed hotter and the polar caps melted, fresh water becoming salty tears that threatened to wash over the land...
The air grew ever more toxic, the children becoming asthmatic, wheezing and coughing.
The children so materialistic forgot the teachings of the elders...
The wisdom of the sages.
The blue skies turned grey and the water tainted ran down the mothers body.
Her children making war with each other bled on her as the trees stood by and watched them silently.
And the earth she cried for she knew that to survive she must kill her unruly children...
Absorb them back into her body...
They heeded her not so lost were they.
They born of her womb had become the bad seed...
They on her ground lay rotten.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MOTHERFUCKER}
THE SOUND OF THE MOTHERFUCKING STORY...
http://youtu.be/lLib-XZfDxw

Motherfuckers own land...
Motherfuckers own corporations...
Motherfuckers control the government...
Motherfuckers own people...
Motherfuckers cause great suffering.
Motherfuckers are feared by the general public cause they will bend you over and butt fuck you with no vaseline...
Motherfuckers sitting on a jury of a mans peers will rob him of justice as he lays full of bullets...
Motherfuckers will watch him bleed to dead and die...
Motherfuckers will lie.
Motherfuckers will steal from the collection plate and drive big cars...
Motherfuckers ain't shit...
Motherfuckers charge you to save your life as you pay the taxes that gave them an education
Motherfuckers will send you to die in wars as you are treated second class...
Motherfuckers don't care...
Motherfuckers bring in the drugs and guns and when they catch you with them they call it crime...
Motherfuckers act like your friends and fuck your wife...
Motherfuckers can't be trusted not an inch...
motherfuckers will fuck you in your face... Open your mouth...
Motherfuckers is rich and motherfuckers is po...
Motherfuckers come in all sorts a shapes and sizes...
Motherfuckers is wicked and vile...
Motherfuckers can kiss my motherfucking ass...
Motherfuckers.

[NAKED AND RAW]
THE SOUND LOOPED AND SKINT BACK...
http://youtu.be/_NSTDuEJPlc

And the Massive weight of all these things presses down pon my soul..
What I'm gonna tell the babies?
And I don't wanna go to sleep... I don't wanna wake up...
Open up my eyes and see this shit again.
People walking round trying to look like they see... Such a false reality as they hold to the little precious scraps they have acquired...
All shall return to the dust from whence it came and I be...
I be trying to drop the preponderance of the situation as it stands... The awful insanity of living the dream.
 My jawbone hurts from the words that I speak... My tongue... My tongue, it is dry.
A sip of the aqua and I, I pause mid sentence and sigh.
Would that they listen before I am skin and bones... Before the worms eat me up.
Close my eyes for the last time cause I'm bout tired as fuck.
Is it wrong to ask for peace in a world of hate, envy and jealousy... A world where children go hungry everyday and the billionaires live it up...
A world where those put in place to protect couldn't give a flying fuck bout you statistically...
The politician, the police, the preacher and the judge...
Living it up while all you got is a job, some rent, a light bill and some name brand clothes.
And I don't want to wake up... I don't want to wake up...
I don't want to go to sleep...
I don't want to see these things.
I'm tired as fuck.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TEARS OF THE BEAST] A LOVE NOTE
THE SOUND, POUNDING, POUNDING...
http://youtu.be/YRX5m_7HBtI

One of the hardest things I try to explain to you is how I really feel.
I mean the depth of my emotions... The magnitude.
Sex to me is a post-lude yet at the same time its a prelude.
See, its so very hard for me to separate the beast from the intellect...
The primal from the modern.
The butt naked nasty from the gotta be seen in public see?
I tend to find all of it so confusing cause if I want you I am going to woo you.
Talk to you and try to show you the all of me.
The beauty of all I see.
Pick flowers wild and arrange them in the most beautiful patterns for you...
Feed you chocolate and seafood.
The things that I the beast find enthralling as I watch you enjoy the taste, the smell and the texture.
As you take my mind on a journey of the most epic proportions.
The jut of your nipples as they press against the fabric...
The phatness of your pussy print...
The sway of your ass as I swept along walk behind you...
I the beast wanting you to overstand that to me its not all about the pussy nor the nut...
That its all about the build up... The dance.
The softness and the hardness.
The whole 360.
I wanting you to know that when I look at you I see us old and grey still holding hands and kissing.
That there is nothing that will rip us apart as long as you realize these things, no matter what your friends say.
No matter what the world throws in our way.
Here I am beast...
Trying to say these things to you in a way you can comprehend...
I feel so...
Misunderstood.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{IN THE HIGHER HEIGHTS}
THE EMOTIONAL LEVEL WE FIND OURSELVES ON AS WE INTERDIMENSIONAL LISTEN TO THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/YiNvdtYr3eo

If I took you to the outer dimensions of my mind could you or would you survive?
Would you roam lost in the antimatter... The dark matter that is echoed in my skin... in my heart.. In my syncopated words.
The rhythm of me as I resonate higher frequency.
Would you or could you overstand the mechanics of survival on foreign soil where my stolen ancestors are still vilified for being hung, raped and mentally tortured.
The mathematics of such a horrendous scheme as another black body falls felled by the gun of the police...
A driveby... A robbery.
The sum of the equation.
Suspended animation as we repeat the same tale over and over again... Looped and spliced and played out on big screens as reality T.V.
Babies crying in dissatisfaction on the soundtrack as life speeds by the sleepers eyes.
He frozen in carbonite waiting, waiting for better days that will never come if he does not awake.
His prison virtual is the only existence he knows as the planets and the asteroids spin... As his ship drifts in subspace...
Beyond the timelines and constrictions of his teachings... his learning's.
A mother looking at a picture of her baby who died so young... He killed by the demon inaction and systematically induced crime.
The savage and brutal tale of the have and the have not's.
The laugh track at the irony is cued... The audience sighs.
There is no day in the depths of my space... there is no night.
I drift interdimensional...
My sight... My sight.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

DELICATE TENDER BEASTS MEET ON THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE AND LUST

[DELICATE AND TENDER BEASTS MEET ON THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE AND LUST]
THE SOUND AS THE BEASTS BEATDOWN...
http://youtu.be/5_V4ZgkP8DE

In she came, an apparation lingering in the beasts peripherals...
The beast pacing stopped and sniffed at the air and smelled of her...
Such a whiff of such an exotic fragrance.
The beast in eloquent roars and utterances begged of her to come nearer... He listened to her as she dropped her wisdom.
It sating the beasts synapses and he lay back and rode the vibe... her voice.
They on such a level playing field... He in his lair and she within.
The beast in his longing wanting to stroke of her... To excite her insides as she excited his... Oh the beast wanted this so.
Yet this woman so intelligent made him want to hear her song... It sung in alto tones so decent and smooth.
The beast and the woman conversing walked across a diaspora of things War, sex and peace...
The beast asked of her to show a little bit and she did... And the conversation it continued for the beast did not want to lose her, Mmmmmm... And he savored her, asking to see a bit more and she in her wanting showed him.
It was then that The beast saw her beast... Pulling at it, rubbing it he brought the she beast from her recesses and she began to purrrrr...
Her so wet and thick and making the beast grow heavy in his loins... He swinging low and thick.
They on such a level playing field... Two beasts unleashed.
She begging him to fill her... He driving into her fell and they danced such a primal dance that reality seemed to fall away into the dark.
A lily in the field and the bee alighteth... The sound of his wings as thumping thunder... His footsteps the Thump, Thump, Thump...
She begging of he to spill his seed, to fertilize her as he drives into her womb.
Her petals wrapped around his rigidness...
He panting and licking... Squeezing and prodding... Spanking and Roaring savagely.
They talking so dirty and filling the air with sound.
The beast and the she beast finding relief in these times where there is so much turmoil... They Warrior and Queen.
They on such a level playing field and finding comfort in each others naked lust.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.

{MY SOUL BLEEDING SCREAMS FOR A QUEEN}
THE SOUND IN STEREOPHONIC 3D
http://youtu.be/WRPLKxKDBf0

I have written to you so many times that I should be out of words, yer that is not the case as ink flows from the deepest wells of my soul...
Stains these pages in tomes designed to uplift you from the depths of unknowing as we linger in these modern times waiting for our futures to become manifest.
I looking upon your form am reminded of all the men who have stood by and watched you become the concubine, the raiser of our oppressors babies, the left alone as whole families were birthed from your womb.
I write so that you may know my pain at knowing these things, so that you may know that I love you so, so that you may know I won't let go.
These letters the blood of my being as I beg of you to hear me, to look me in my eyes and see the anguish of not having one such as you by my side.
As you continue to choose men mislead to believe that you are a possession, a bitch, a whore, anything but the queen.
I trying to put you into perspective as I looking into the telescope peer across your universe and fathom your cosmos.
I a Lion know that I am king but I Lion roam alone in this my kingdom as your scent crosses my nose, such an old thing as it wafts by.
Its been so long.
I seeking to write you the most beautiful piece of prose ever written, so sweet that it bringing you to tears baptizes you, sanctifies you and gives you the keys to the gates of a future heaven.
That's how much I love you the mother of all hue-man life on this planet 3 removed from the sun that we orbit around, the carbon and water mixed and placed in the kiln of thy womb... Extracted as a living breathing person.
I tracing your stretch marks in my memory try to remember the path that the map told me to follow.
Its been so damn long.
I trying to explain myself as the ink continues to pour unabated from the blackest depths of my souls cosmos.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY