[LUCID WET DREAM QUEEN]

[LUCID WET DREAM QUEEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ROMP...
http://youtu.be/uuw9df7qtsw

I go to sleep at night and there you are again... I have known you so long...
I have kissed you in your most intimate places... Rubbed you till you came hot and wet on my tongue.
I have seen you on your knees looking up at me as you swallowed my swollen dick.
As you spit on it and swallowed it again...
Made me pick you up and throw you back... Heard you cry out into the night as I entered the sanctuary of your pinkness.
As I in your womb stroked the itch... As I with my hand rubbed your clit...
Reached under you, grabbed your ass cheeks and ground deep.
My body yours, your body mine.
We having been lovers across all the years...
You having let me do the things to you that I read of in books... Saw in movies and dreamed of trying.
Your pussy tight and wrapped around my dick... Your ass bouncing against my stomach... Your titties hanging down.
You the most fantastic fantasy have changed hair styles, faces and body types for me... Thick and luscious, Skinny with the most pretty pussy lips that hung down... a long clit that I sucked as you screamed my name.
Nipples that I twisted and licked.
Pussy hair that lay down... that jutted out from your pelvis as afro...
You my dear have fucked me when I was in basic training... When I was in jail... when I couldn't get pussy from anywhere else... In public as people looking at us walked by...
In private where I played with your curves as they undulated beneath me... As you rode this dick and I felt my nut rushing to fill your womb...
You fade away...
When will I see you again?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[YOU MY WORLD] A HYPERSEXUAL JOINT
THE SOUND OF WHERE WE ARE...
http://youtu.be/cvV09D4IjR0

There you go, got my mind spiraling to the planet orgasmic where I existing protoplasmic drift in your seas...
Newly formed in the warmth of your forge would I crawl to your shores and lie on your beach... Plow through your forests...
Plunder your booty.
My mind in hyperspace passing by all these things, life and love and I reach out and gently touch the petals of your flower...
Suck in my breath and bring it to my nose to partake of its scent...
Inhale it and lick out my tongue... Trying to taste of its vibrant color.
It having the effect of marijuana suspends me so hypnotically...
I high on you drift past galaxies... Stars rushing by.
Soft is the light that glows from your skin...
I thirsty drink of your pool and it tickles the nature of me... The eloquent beast and I utter your name...
It ricocheting across my valleys... It echoing into the recesses where I reside waiting to be inspired.
An astronaut on a journey across light years and untold eons... Suspended in mine animation.
I looking at you from great distances... I looking at you up close...
I absorbed in your pores... In the little lines and creases in your lips...
I swept along float on the images as they take me on a fantastic voyage...
You the M3 class planet that I land upon...
I name thee...
Orgasmica.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

[MAY WE MEET AGAIN] THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY COUSIN MILDRED NETTA BUT IT IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY THE MURPHY'S AND THE JOLLY'S...
PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/va4aIjwjR8s

May we meet again on the other side...
We my family whom I love so much... May we have no more strife.
May I meet all who made this possible... these our lives.
We been through so much... Seen so many things...
We children of African origin born in the harsh and brutal south...
Red clay roads and cotton fields...
Hogs, goats and cows...
May we meet in a place where all these worldly concerns are no more...
We sitting at the feet of ancestor listening to a knowledge drop of epic proportions.
We who have traveled the earth and left a mark.
May we meet again and never have to cry as we look at the sky and wonder why...
We in the flow where we are continuous... The wind and the rain.
We children of Allah born in these mortal shells...
These castles erected of sun and dust, carbon infused into our structure...
You mean so much to me as my helix and yours spin off and create future life...
We having done our part.
May we meet again and hold hands like we did when we were children.
When it all so fresh and new lay spread before our virgin eyes... We who once saw infinity.
May we meet again on the other side.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[KNOWLEDGE BORN] AN EROTIC EXCURSION
THE SOUND OF YOUNG LOVE AND REBIRTH...
http://youtu.be/UMiFEEAMF9s

And I tasted the melanin in her skin...
I a young man in the heart of the ghetto... She a young queen.
Eyes of brown that spoke to me of the first meeting of Adam and Eve as renamed by a white man.
They the prototypical stripped of their Africanicity... The truth of it all.
I kissed the outer layer of her epidermis and pictures erupted pineal and threatened to shatter the hemispheres of a young brain in the brick dwelling where we lay...
Two lovers entwined in a naked embrace...
She becoming the habitation for my manhood so hard and engorged... I needing her so very badly that the air seemed to thump...
I digging my fingers into her scalp felt the skin and scratched and she responded... Arch her back and took me deeper than I had ever been.
Took me to a place of plenty, a garden of great renown where the fruit grew fragrant and sweet from knowledge trees.
Where the air clean sang a song of the birds and the bees that flittered by, such joyous color that I transported across time felt the concrete and the chaos fall away.
I standing in the presence of the greatness of her creation.
Slack jawed at the beauty of all that she had unlocked in my soul... The pure magnitude.
I covered in sweat dripped as H20 to her skin and it mingled with the aqua of her and shimmered in the dim light... Became a part of the lubrication that eased the reentry...
I falling through space and time saw us as African, as slave, as the current denizens of the projects where we lay in this modern land Babylon...
I tasting of the melanin in her skin...
I reborn.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]
THE LION SOUND...
http://youtu.be/3RKGKIxfWrs

Naked and exposed we stand scrutinized by the world...
We still enslaved by what "they" think of us.
By what we think of ourselves and we wear the chains as jewelry...
We wear the clothes handed down to us... They bearing the names of our oppressors.
We wear them proudly and think that they separate us from those who cannot afford them.
We talk about them in whispers in the church pews as they pass by... We walk by them on street corners and hold our noses up in contempt.
Look at them...
We see them as they are shoved beaten and bruised into the back of police cruisers and say that cant happen to me...
My child will never be the one lying in the street...
He or she will never be the one that we march for...
We naked and exposed wrap the blanket of false security around our bodies and tie the blindfold of just-us around our eyes.
The president is black and while he makes war in foreign countries here we are victims of the worst sort of genocide...
We expecting the children of Aryans and KKK members to take a stand for us as they try to distance themselves.
I never had slaves, all the while working you till you die poor and unable to pay for a funeral... Selling you insurance and growing rich off your hard labor...
The sweat of your brow... The skin of your hands... The time that you spend away from your children as they are indoctrinated into the school of new niggas as taught on BET and Empire.
How to make a new nigga as taught by the descendants of Willie Lynch and drawn up on a classroom chalkboard...
A P.H.D. in niggalosophy hanging on the wall...
A white Mercedes and a house in massa's suburbs where you try to distance yourself from your heritage...
Where you run from your true legacy...
Naked and exposed in the concrete jungle we are devoured by the wolves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{LISTEN TO ME AS I SPEAK UNTO YOU}
THE SOUND OF URGENCY...
http://youtu.be/2VedGI3qzzQ

See... I would support you...
Hold you as we spin on this planet... As we navigate the concourse... As we hurtle through time and space.
I would expose you to the view and give you the keys to the cosmos.
We would be truly free.
You and I...
Me and you, and our children would grow so strong that they would be our infinity...
They conquering the inter-dimensional of their mental's.
They standing at Allahs side in chambers of pineal recognition found at the end of the silver cord...
I would bless you my queen for I know not of jealousy and anger is a controlled nd regulated beast to whose cage I hold the key...
I want to see you regal as I carry you hypothetically on my shoulders... Let you touch the sun radiating on the epidermic layer melanin that covers this structure.
This body of flesh and blood that has been through so very much...
Stabbed, shot at and beat the fuck up...
Still It stood.
A black man born on a planet where I the once enslaved am reviled cause I drops 360 degrees of knowledge...
Cause I recognize you... My queen, My empress...
Cause I speak of black pride and consequences... Cause I speak of urgency.
Cause I love you even when you are labeled bitch, thot and Ho.
See... I would reach my psyche out to thee and stroke the synapses firing in your lobes, ride on the electricity as it sparks forward motion...
Kiss you on the skin behind your earlobes and whisper of rebirth in your ear... Brush the skin of your cheek so gently and look into the liquid depths of your optical orbs...
Reflect off of your retina...
See... I in support of you bring this to light...
I holding you metaphorically, you my prototypical...
My all...
My everything...
We...
Alpha and Omega.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{STOP CRYING MY SISTER... PLEASE STOP CRYING} LAZARUS RISING FROM DEATH

{STOP CRYING MY SISTER... PLEASE STOP CRYING} LAZARUS RISING FROM DEATH
THE TALE OF LAZARUS THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND...
http://youtu.be/ehtJC_cXjA8

I can hear my sister crying... I listen as she tells me the story of her abandonment...
She tells me how the system has violated her and my soul grows hard...
I wanting to go out and rip the arms from it and beat it down with its own parts, welfare and child support... Prison and Ritalin.
I try to tell her how these things that seem to be charity and meant in good will are but tools to drive us into the pits of a man made hell where we are burned in the fires of hating each other, deadbeat dads and welfare queens.
She turns away and I feel her detachment for these things evil have become so dear to her...
She still cries and her tears fall from her face, her shoulders heave.
Her hair straightened by perm, her skin lightened and bleached.
I walking up behind her turn her around and wipe the tears from her cheeks and offer her a tissue...
The truth I know will only make her cry more for it involves a scathing rapport full of leaving the trappings of the beast behind.
It will be hard crossing the desert of finding ourselves.
It will be hard leaving Christmas, Easter and the Fourth of July behind... Holydays wrapped up in bundles of lies, such pretty packages as the coverings glisten in joyous color.
I tell her to tear them away and her breath catch's in her throat as her eyes grow wide, she in her surprise looks away, it so much easier to follow the things taught to her grandmother as a black mans body swung in the breeze as a warning not to make her sons strong...
As she watched her daughters bear mutated children, they born lacking a full dose of melanin.
She taught that slavery was her mans fault looks at me and I can sense the doubt, the hesitation is strong.
She looks around and I can see the children peeking from behind her torn dress, a boy and a girl and I know that I must change her mentality to save them from the psychology that has made her such easy prey.
I take her in my arms and speak to her in a low subsonic tone that resonates in her soul.
My scars tingle and burn.
She cries and her tears stain my soul.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY