(I BEARING WITNESS TESTIFY)
THE POUNDING SOUND...
http://youtu.be/SnrXYH4XOxM

And unto we power was bestowed...
We made whole.
Our spirit was the sun and in its light we grew strong.
We having such power at times did not recognize it.
It having always been there.
We who were born from the earth and the water.
We assumed that all was fine and that all those born of us were like us
Then came the cannons and the crosses...
Then came white Jesus and Manifest destiny.
Whole nations were wiped out and the knowledge of we was stolen and adapted to make us believe that we the prototypical were meant to be slaves.
Black preachers were taught to make sure to mention the curse of Ham.
To talk of a white heaven where finally under the white god we would finally be free.
Come my children... Gather round.
The day starting with darkness... The night and the cosmos as well and man ignores the obvious signs and cornerstones.
The clarity as the trumpet blasts and the seals open... The beast revealed as he ignores the blood he stands in.
Calls himself a hero as he lines up victims in his sights.
Picks his teeth to get rid of the flesh he eats.
His whore standing in a harbor... She spoken of in revelations and prophesies revealed are ignored.
Plagues and pestilence.
Man and man... Woman and woman and the earth moans in pain.
She bearing witness to the rape and genocide of minds, bodies and souls.
The horror... The horror.
Such potential and it flaunted as rap and religious ideal rips we apart.
Two schools given over to the white side as opposed to the dark from which our mold was ripped.
Analogies and figurative forms of speech falling parable.
Once power was bestowed to we.
Find the key...
Find the key.
We
Need
To
Find
The
Key.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF  BUTTERFLY AND SKIN) HAIKU JITSU SENRY

(ALLUSIONARY)
Flutter butterfly
Your wings delicate and wet.
My manhood erect

(ENVISIONARY)
We become nature
Pounding waves cumming ashore
Sinking into sand

(COMPLETLY)
Pulses beat as one
Moans become song vibrating
The air bears witness

(FREE)
Drops on your skin shine
Liquid releases of we
We become the free

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

They the blind would tear you down...
Crumble the bricks of your house and turn them to particles of sand on a desert floor...
Blowing in a stinging wind.
They mislead would forsake you the mother...
They would violate you my queen...
Lay you out naked and rape your memory again and again until you are left a ravaged mess.
They never having realised the imminent arrival of I and I.
I dancing around the fire, my shadow bouncing off planets in the utter depths of space.
My voice proclaiming your royalty to all who would hear these tomes.
I but a blip in the annals of time.
An unfamous man on a world where my brothers they have forgotten...
They suffering short term memory loss and the horrifying legacy of being made into walking shells.
Shadows in a darkened room where the light never penetrates.
They only seeing in black, white and grey as you vibrantly shine thick and chocolate.
As you reflect the deepest black imaginable.
As the red tones in your skin allude to the fact that you have the potential to build...
To destroy.
To rebuild again on the dirt covered remnants of a past civilization that was built on the shifting foundation of miseducation...
An even older civilization.
They having lost the gift sight wander in obvious confusion and the people suffer generationally.
They don't realise that all they and you have to do to Ind happyness is embrace the darkness of your skin and the nappyness of your hair.
The broadness of your nose and the wideness of your hips.
Then and only then will we be able to move forward.
If only they would remove the scales from their eyes and the foolhardyness from their hearts, cast aside the whitewash and embrace the true black.
If only they would see you as I do.

(THE SONG OF JERALD. CHAPTER ONE.)
THE SOUND... YOU NEEDS TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/H6Z2L4K1CwU

1.Wouldest thou overstand if I a man promised thee the stars...
I wonder.
2.Wouldest thou be willing to dash the petty words and phrases that thou hast been taught against the concrete walls of the city that hast thou imprisoned.
3.That place where in a dream state thou exist.
4.Looking for a prince amongst men who have no idea what true love entails.
5.True Kings fight for their nation, not against it.
6.True Kings dont cower behind thug ambitions and false bravado.
7.True Kings do not fear retribution for speaking truth.
8.They lay their lives on the line for freedom.
For justice.
9.True kings stand staunch behind their queens
10.Perhaps thou would recognize a true king even if he did not bear the petty gifts colored the blood red of so many of our ancestors.
11.Wouldest thou be willing to hold a mans hand as he confronted the many demons that plague us.
12.Our firstborn lying prone in the streets felled by the system that our people have come to embrace.
13.False freedom of speech and all that nonsence about jurisprudence.
14.A savior that told you to obey your masters and leaders that tell you to be patient and then you die.
15.Your children doomed to follow folly as displayed in a shoe store window...
In a magazine.
16.Wouldest thou overstand the tears that fall from a mans optics and stain the shirt he wears...
Victim of being misunderstood and villanized...
17.His crime...
Love for truth and right.
He looking for light.
18.He finding that the darkness grows stronger with each passing day as the flames are extinguished...
19.The small trees are felled and made into furniture that adorn the palaces of the rich and famous.
20.Metaphores and flights of whimsy that flutter through his mind like a trillion bees...
21.Honey and manna the food that feeds him in the desert of unknowing where knowledge buried beneath the sands of time wait to be unearthed.
Put on display and exibited to the masses.
22.Wouldest thou be willing to leave the trappings of Babylon if I a man could promise you a life of love where you natural is my hearts desire.
No contacts, false hair or pretenses.
23.I a man ponder these things...
Alone and oh so sad.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF BIRTH}

{OF BIRTH}
And lo the lotus
It blooming and blossoming
Such splendor revealed

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[WATERS EDGE}
She the art lotus
Ripples pon warriors still pond
Peace is finally found

JERALD MURPHY

{THE FIRST PHASE} PART ONE

{THE FIRST PHASE} PART ONE
THE SOUNDTRACK AS THIS SAGA BEGINS...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrY4Wt8GZJQQrXK8jhXFXXkK


The people sitting around the fire listen to his story as he talks of mighty things.
He having arrived just that day.
His name, it is legendary and he walks his walk alone.
The things that he has seen.
As he speaks the words that he tells become images and the women and children gasp as he speaks of mighty warriors and of fair women such as them.
He speaks of the one god who's skin is so black that in some lands where the people are coal black and the lions striped they paint him blue.
He speaks of the exiles with eyes of blue and skin of white... the ones cast out.
He tells them that these are their children... Born of their ancestors seed.
He talks of distant lands across the great water where the jungles are covered in fog and mist.
Where the crocodiles have rounded snouts and the people are black with red tones.
The man while speaking seems to penetrate the soul of every person listening and they are built up in his power... He in theirs.
He talks of the stars and of how they the people have relatives on distant worlds.
He tells them that each star is a sun and that other worlds revolve in their gravitational fields.
The man pauses in his speaking and looks around.
He notices a young man sitting in the front and looks at the Elder who nods at him.
The man motions the young man over and sits him next to him.
He does not look directly at the young man but he speaks to him.
He asks the young man "Who are you?"
The young man answers "I am the son of the one God. There is no other besides him... He is lord of the worlds."
The man asks "Do you know what that means?"
The young man hesitates but a second as if evaluating the question but the man senses that the young man is really evaluating him.
"Most people they think in time as they see it, there is more to time as related to God, as related to man. In the before time when man and woman walked with Allah there was no age... There were no limits. Man spoke with the animals and the animals conferred with him.
Man saw the stars not from this world but from worlds that traveled the great beyond."
The young man stops talking and the man ask's him "Who told you these things."
The young man answer's, "They have been here since my birth. They were revealed as I lived."
The man looks at the young man and asks him "Are you ready?"
The young man answers "I was born ready."
The people around the fire stand and walk by the young man, as each one passes they say their name.
His father and mother are the last to walk by and they pause.
His father hands him the necklace that he wears around his neck.
It contains the ashes of his ancestors.
He looks him in the eyes and the emotions that pass between father and son are felt by everyone there.
His pride is immeasurable.
His mother is a figure in grace and pride and she stands him up holding his hands.
They do not embrace for that is not the way of the young man.
There are tears in her eyes and she tells him that she knew this time would come, had known since his birth.
She hands him a package and helps him to strap it to his back.
She turns and leaves... she does not want to see him go.
The young man in his wisdom overstands.
Emotions are a powerful thing.
The drummers begin to play a beat that the young man has never heard before but he feels it in his soul.
The warriors begin to dance and they look as if they are about to take flight.
They and the women chant and it is as if the night wraps around them... the universe, the all.
The elder and the man take the young man into the main tent and talk to him, as they talk they pour drops of oil on him and pass the ceremonial pipe.
At first it makes the young man cough.
As the elder and the man talk the young man begins to feel the effects of the pipe and the all comes into the tent. He can feel everything, The dancers and the animals which stand in the distance watching.
When they are finished they bring him from the tent and the young man looks at the sky. He sees the blue black of dawn and all falls silent.
The warriors kneel to pray and the women and children kneel behind them, the young man is brought to the ranks of the men and he makes salat with them.
After salat the warriors gather at the gates of the village and the women and children stand around.
The man of every tribe walks by with the young man behind him.
They do not look back.
The people watch as they fade into the distance.
Future and past.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY