{ FRIED AND SCRAMBLED } A LOVE POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE AFRICAN QUEENS...
THE BEATDOWN FOR THIS ONE... PUREST HEART FYAH...
http://youtu.be/B4VxaSR2uUo


Thy Empress, art the planet that I shine my rays upon..
As I dawn these new days where a black man ain't afraid to speak thine beauty into the ages...
Speaketh highest of thee.
Break the beat pon thine essence.
Make a distant son think of thee as he wakes under another sun...
He a distant relative see?
I who seeith thee as the salve for these wounds of mine...
I would spark lightning pon thine loveliness and bringeth forth thunder that shakes the ground in its rumble...
I scrolling this lyrical symphony would rend asunder preconceived notions of you as a bitch and a hoe.
A neck rolling, head popping parody...
That shit right there.
My rays would warm thine surface and heat thine very core...
Stir your depths into the hypothetical being queen see ?
The thump in the trunk of life that takes I down this highway where people stand by...
Another time and place and I am being...
Swept along.
Some of that hypercality of whichest I speak.
We reigning thermonuclear in our manifestation...
We knowing who we be.
Thee and I of whom I a poet speak as I drop the syllables and screw these verbs...
Chop us up and rebuild us as soliloquy...
Our light...
Our light...
I lovest thou so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE HEAVENS OPENED A MANS SOUL) A STROLL AND A SCROLL
THE SOUND... THIS PIECE WSS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC... MISS IT AND YOU MIGHT MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/qlc651yQ7uM

And a man walks alone through a path under the rooftop of the trees.
Their boughs thin for it is winter.
The man sees the expanse of stars peeking through and it reassures him that he is not alone.
Even though at times it most assuredly seems so.
Man and nature one and he says a silent few words to the one god Allah.
Thanks him for the chance to make this journey.
For allowing him to see, smell and touch these things.
He, man has seen rough times.
He, man has seen miraculous happenings.
Always he is amazed at the highs and the lows of this symphony.
The stormy seas and the mountainous heights.
The utter treachery that so many seem not to see, for Allah and the breeze, Allah and the leaves are one and the same.
Allah and he are the same if only they would see and the trees give way to field where he stands under canopy of the heavens where it all falls away to infinty.
He laughs at the insanity.
He cries for the inhumanity.
He man sees the reality.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I KNOWING THEE AM NEVER ALONE)
THE SOUND OF WE SATIATED AND OF  WE EVENTUALLY RELIEVED...

My thoughts in this time of exile, they keep returning to you.
I so far away but oh so close for my fevered mind cannot conceive a moment without you.
It pulling you naked and bare from that place where my hard arises.
That place where I so want to suckle at your breast.
Where I so want to dine at your V.
I bending to smell of your pheromones and tasting of your seas am transfixed by the fact that a female warrior exists who while soft can be so hard.
I having heard you cry know that it comes from the same frustration that haunts me.
In the dark I try to ease your pain by making you wet, by making you squirt.
A moment as I take you to the fantastic land of fantasy where orgasm exists as the healing.
Where our voices excited are the song pounding at the door and echoing down the hall.
We animalistic as we release our collective beasts.
We fluidly intermingling and spraying our juices onto each others skin.
Where I flow into you and dribble out and run down your taint, I dripping from between your ass cheeks as cum.
You coating me as sticky and sweet.
The most fragrant honey ever produce as I wipe it from the hairs on my belly with my fingers put them to my lips and taste.
You my dear become my salvation
My exile becomes my strength.
I bow in honor to thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE FUNKIEST FUNK OF A MANS HEART}
THE SOUND AS THIS FUNK IS DROPPED...
http://youtu.be/a3c3Y7bGPqo

Cum into my life, I born cry into the nethersphere where surely you must exist.
Been needing you so much lately.
Shit is fucked up alone as I play these black and white keys.
As I drop this funk which is carved from the funkiest funk that sits unformed in my psyche.
It waiting to be transformed into a story or a poem.
It telling our story.
See... I been needing to hold you as the lights grow low and we dissolve into each other.... You in my cellular structure as I feel a shard of your D.N.A...
It piercing the walls of my heart and making me wince from the pain of being so lonesome in a world of so many who do not overstand.
See, its not like I don't have chances but whats the use of wasting my time if she is not the one that makes my pineal gland vibrate.
So many years where we could have been living a fantasy wasted on such things as vanity and living another persons dream.
The motherfucking Johnson's ain't got shit on me.
Bill Gates is just a man to me...
They can be cut.
They can bleed.
I wanting to show you the true beauty of this planet as was meant to be seen before mankind caused mass extinctions and waged unholy wars.
When there was the need and the need was so great that we depended on each other, supported each other and lay in each others arm for warmth and protection against all that came our way.
Back when we were Gods and Goddesses walking beside the almighty.
He telling us of our birth in the stars.
Of clay and the kiln where we carbon and water were intermingled and formed.
We looking into each others eyes and knowing that we were created for each other.
The first time I felt your skin.
The jolt... The tingle.
My need is great, cum into my life.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE MOST SAVAGE CONUNDRUM}
THE SOUND AS I CONTEMPLATE...
http://youtu.be/c8945jjwE2s

The difference my queen is that I would fight for you.
I would rip the blasphemous tongue from the heathens mouth that spoke against you and set it on fire.
Feed it to the vultures and make him or her watch as they hop over and tear it apart... Those vultures
I would fight the enemy in guerilla warfare, I draped in the knowledge of knowing that without you I am just a whisper on a solar wind... Here I am again...

Alone.
A mere fragment of my potential and I sit here reminiscing over what could have been had not you been hurt before...
Paying for what someone else had done to you.
My love for you still so strong that it makes my heart flutter at the mere mention of your name, I who would have died for you and your honor.
I who would fight the armies of the Pharoah and part theoretical seas, I who would stand with you in sickness and health...
Never have I raised my hands against thee queen, never have I stood and called you vile names yet here I am again...
Alone.
I a patron in an art gallery where your image graces the wall and flows in my imagination, larger than life itself.
Light falling on your form.
I perusing you, I needing you yet here I am again...
Alone.
My soul so shattered that I wonder if I will ever stand again, if I have the strength to put into trying to get a woman to see the difference again...
That I am not all men.
That to me you are the most precious gift that Allah gave man after he gave him his breath...
Here I am just a man who would pick you up and carry you across the wasteland.
Here I am...
Alone and so perplexed...
I would fight for you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FLEXIN} A COMMENTARY ON THE STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS.

 {FLEXIN} A COMMENTARY ON THE STATE OF THE UNION ADDRESS.
THIS ONE DON'T NEED NO MUSIC CAUSE THESE WORDS IS BASS...

Sometimes I try to stress the importance of really listening to a person speak and to the reactions of the people listening.
Last night the Republicans showed by their actions or lack thereof that they don't give a damn about the Amerikkkan people who are not rich.
they didn't even pretend to care.
What Obama did last night was give you the key's to the kingdom if only you would act and not react.
Now you know I couldn't give a flipped out F%&* about Amerikkkan jurisprudence or politickin but since you do I am going to spell some things out for you.
First of all you have to recognize who the people are you fight against. Some are Republican and some are Democrat cause when its all laid on the line its all about mindsets and if you overlook that then you might as well dig a hole in sandy soil lay down and inhale. The people who free the cops that murder our children are in large part people not unlike the people you know.
They are people you go to school with, work with and engage with every day. they are the general population and in Amerikkka they are the majority but that does not mean that they have all the power. They only have as much power as you give them and until you realize that you will be begging even when you think that you are on top. That you are better off than in the past, than the next man who stands outside that store and begs for change.
Change... An interesting word that has way more meaning than the posters that you see give it.
Everyone wants change and they cry its name while not attempting to make it happen cause all change takes is a reversal in the way people think and behave.
The black man and woman in Amerikkka still have way more power than they think but the power is managed by the people who we entrust it with, the politicians, the banks and in large part the clergy. We must make them accountable for what they do with our money. We all know that Nike don't care about us. That none of the department stores care about us, that big oil and the major corporations took the jobs that black people did jobs overseas and made people basically slaves with them. We know that white people don't spend a damn dime in black neighborhoods.
That has to "change."
We must learn to exist without thinking that the white man is the only one that can make clothes for us. That the white man is the only one that can build fairly safe malls.
We must change our attitudes.
That's what the African man said last night.

[BOUT THAT TIME]
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS MODE OF THINKING...
http://youtu.be/K4ev18Z4QnQ

Its bout time we put in some work... Not for the crips or the bloods or Joe Louis street per se but for the legacy of who and what we are.
Its time we built some pride, See?
Bout time we crumbled some walls and dispelled some notions... Did the whole trod down Babylon, Seen?
Some of that Joshua music that resonates sonic and tears asunder lies, leaves them drifting in the breeze change as weightless as a grain of dust.
Bout tine we as a people rolled up our sleeves and put in work to build monuments to momental men and women... Built some cities where we can get some rest free of white stress.
Bout that time.
Its bout time we stopped prescribing to a political system that will never work for us cause all we are in it are pawns.
there is no black King or Queen and the president is just a big version of the aforementioned pawn, the first to die in a game where he is not recognized as change.
Just a nigga in a white house where policy don't see the black man as man but as beast.
Lambs led to the slaughter.
Is bout time we thought back to before slavery... Before the slaveships...
Bout time we remembered that we are the people spoken of in ancient scrolls...
We are the hated and despised for being the original... The prototypical.
That from our ancestors seed were all men created... White, Indian and Chinese.
Yep I say its bout that time and I am vilified for these things that I say... Cause I wanna save my children and grandchildren.
Cause I love my brothers and sisters...
Cause for them I would straight buck like and A.K. in a war zone.
Cause I like Shaka would lead us against an empire.
Cause I feel its bout time we put in some work.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY