(ROBES WHIPPING IN THE BITTER WINDS) BOOK OF FORMER GODS AND EARTHS CHAPTER 1
THE SOUND IN THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE AS I REFLECT STORM...
https://youtu.be/Gr8HayWez2A

What are we, if  we if not Gods as foretold by his own words... We created in his likeness and image.
Our potential unlimited yet held in check by these man made perceptions and preconceived notions.
What are we these beings formed of carbon and water... Fire and H20.
These supposedly thinking and rational entities.
Where once we built pyramids that spoke of our travels in outer space...
Of wings and other dimensions.
Of our relationship with the sphinx and otherworldly realms.
Who are we when we do not glean of the knowledge and reach for the suns that hover in the depths of space...
When we allow ourselves to be mired incaucasion filth and waste.
The dogs spoken of eating the scraps of the masters.
Our knowledge flipped and reversed.
A ramble may seem mad until it's layers are revealed.
Who have we become as the rock we inhabit spins on tilted axle through the dark matter illuminated by the light of a thermonuclear yellow sun.
We born of the sons of an exploding star, we born bearing suns and daughters who are truly exploited.
When did we lose our binary powers?
When did our wings fall off.
Perhaps in the belly of the beast Babylon that worships the sun and deletes the father... Helios Biblos the holy scroll told in King James version.
A book of the sun tricked out son.
What are we in Maryland where we our rage plays out international and scary coons preach of calm and sing we shall overcome.
Red flames and smoke lighting up the night.
Brave warriors who need a true guide.
When did we lose our ability to fly?
Was it when they raped our great great mother's and gave them that good hair?
Those pretty funny looking eyes.
That bottle of bleach for their skin...
When they diluted the melanin?
I the once God screaming their words from the mountain descend.
All I carry in my hands is a scroll...
It reads Ye The Gods Arise...
Take Your Place In Front Of The Earths.
Become.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{BUN BABYLON BUN} RALLY ROUND THE VILLAGE FYAH
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU OVERSTAND...
https://youtu.be/0qpKX3QjHWIa


Ain't you tired of being a nigga yet... Tired of letting other men decide your fate?
Place you on the lower rungs of life.
Ain't you seen the futility yet?
How many times must you watch your brother die... How many times you gotta kill him?
How many times you gotta be just that nigga?
Cant you feel the awful weight of all the holding back... All the weight of pledging the flag before the Martin Luther King day celebration.
The flew that flag when they killed him.
Another dead nigga just like the brother Medgar Evers and The honorable El Hajj Malik El Shabazz.
Seems like that's all they been relegated to.
Red white and blue stripes pon our backs.
Another dead nigga mentally and physically stripped and whipped.
Ain't you tired of that shit?
Ain't you tired of the news trying to disprove the theory that we are hue-man... That all we are is fucking concrete jungle animals, hooting and hollering chimpanzees swinging through steel and concrete trees.
Educated in his schools and turned loose to spit that white mans philosophy.
A fucking P.H.D. in new nigga sociology.
That shit they perpetrate on T.V. and in movies...
Ain't you tired of having to wear a dress to be accepted... Tired of linking womens rights and LGBT activity to your movement?
Why is black life worth so much less?
Aint you tired of fighting his wars while ignoring the need for yours?
Cant you feel the blood boiling in your veins as it heated by your furnace heart cries for action?
Ain't you fucking tired yet?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE TREE, THE FRUIT, YOU AND ME)
THE MUSIC AS THIS TALE IS TOLD...

If I were the hypothetical Adam and you the supposed Eve I would bite the fruit for you.
Stand up for you in the face of great power.
Against insurmountable odds.
If I were the phenotypical African Abraham I would hold your hand as I driven from my fathers land restores the kabba and creates great nations.
I the black Moses would slay for your honor.
I the prototype for all the races.
They dwelling in my blood pumping heart and coursing through my veins.
I the son of Noah never cursed for how can you curse a black man black.
Such a poignant display of hatred of self perpetuated and displayed in the collective consciousness and painted His-Story.
I Ezekial screaming across a battlefield lined with bones.
I Job bearing trials and tribulations.
As Joseph I would free myself from mental prisons and become a ruler in Babylon...
Legend would be our memory.
Light our representation.
For you my dear I would take from the tree of knowledge in the center of the garden.
For without you I am nothing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

This is the first time I have ever had a woman in my life who can really sing and who does so all the time.
Ironically she grew up singing in the same church where my grandmother who was my dad's mother played the piano when I was a child.
My grandmother died when I was seven and before she was born so they never met but she knows my whole family and we have a connection that's so deep that I know that our meeting was supposed to happen.
I really think my grandmother would have loved her cause my mom does.
She is always humming and I can tell she feels the rhythm.. . The beat.
I love her so.
She asked me to write something to this song cause it reminded her of me.
Donetta, here goes baby cause ironically I feel the same way.

(IN THE BEGINNING)
THE SOUND... THIS IS THE SONG SHE CHOSE... WOW...
https://youtu.be/R0FiCpwgeRM

Somewhere off in the flow where the old souls go after leaving this plane of existence there is a stirring...
They know of our meeting and they suspended in limbo speak telepathically...
They hum of we and it fills the heavens...
They wail and it sinks into souls...
A song so deep that  people living mundane existences on earth sense it...
It manifested the moment of creation when sun's erupted as stars.
The truth, and it careens off into the annals of time where it preordained was manifested the moment the phenotypical man looked into the prototypical woman's eyes.
Sun and Earth.
Let there be light.
It already foreseen by beings of fire in the chambers of Allah.
All this was known in the beginning...
I seed fertilized for thee...
My time in my mother's womb preparation for the arduous task of surviving these streets and jail cells...
I searching made good choices and bad.
I wandering this rock spinning and rotating...
Looking for you and there you were the truth, I looking so hard almost made the mistake of blindly passing you by...
Of giving up on finding you on this aspect of the continuum where my heart beats and my hair turns grey...
Right there and I should have seen when you were 27 solar years old...
So many the things I had seen...
Life, death and rebirth...
I remember you as I reminiscence introspective...
You are my truth.
I reflected in thee on my blended knee.
My honor... my love foretold belongeth to thee.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

{SAVAGE ISLAND FANTASY} INSPIRED BY TRISHA JOSEPH

{SAVAGE ISLAND FANTASY} INSPIRED BY TRISHA JOSEPH
THE SOUND SAVAGE AND UNRELEASED...
https://youtu.be/NjEYAK90MvEa

I want to fuck you till you collapse....
Beat that pussy from the back till you sink to the bed...
Make you keep them legs open as I minister to your needs.
Touch the back of that womb and make you scream.
Make you squirt as I pull out and catch that spraying juice.
Rub that clit and slip this dick back in.
Reach round and grab them tits.
Pull you back on this dick.
Make you beg me me to fuck you...
Make me beg me to stop... No Jerald, don't stop!
Why you doing this to me as your stomach full of butterflies rises and falls.
I want to knock the breath out of your lungs and suck your lips till the puffy and swollen testify to my Beast.
A moment before he turns you over and falls in deep.
Bites your nipple and scratches your ass cheeks as you spread receiveth of he.
Wet fluid released and I drink of it, splack in it, play in it as I fuck you relentlessly.
I so hard that I could break a diamond, drill all the way to your core.
Make you shatter into a thousand glittering pieces.
I want to fuck you...
Till you collapse.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE WANT... THE NEED... THE REALITY)

(THE WANT... THE NEED... THE REALITY)
THE SOUND BUMPING IN THE BACKGROUND...
https://youtu.be/zrpCfdkTwxU

I want to fuck you...
Not as some primitive entity but with full cognition.
I want to touch you with the supreme knowledge dwelling in these fingertips...
The whole entirety of my physiology.
Massage you in the deepest recesses of your brain matter where we really exist...
The place where we as hue-man and woman know our true existence.
Where we are found.
I want to suck you.
Not in your past or present but a future eventuality where your pink glistens and your brown shines.
Where we together have seen many things.
I a born King would bow unto thou...
Oh my queen.
Heavens rejoicing at the uniting...
The metronome pronouncing our arrival on this plane...
I want to fuck you in a spiritual way...
Lay hands upon you and raise you orgasmically higher...
Feel you coursing through my veins and racing pon my synaptics.
I wanting to drop wetly as dew on your ground...
Take you as clay and bring you to life with gentle caresses and softly spoken words.
Lay you on a cloud.
See...
I wanna fuck you, but baby I want so much more.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE FANTASTICKEST FANTASY) A STORY INSPIRED BY THE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTIONS.
THE SOUNDTRACK... MAKE SURE YOU FUNK THIS AS YOU READ...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL24cV6IIynrZbk_5OLj_S-ucx9GDVm6PO

They were born of the nothingness...
He born before her took his first steps with no knowledge of her on a conscious level.
He spoke his first words before she even existed in this physicality.
She still an egg on a womb... a seed in a man.
She born knew nothing of him.
They born within blocks of each other but separated by time.
She a flower born into the garden life.
They born black in a land where black is a curse saw it not at all.
He raised on a battlezone grew warrior strong.
At times he cried... At times he raged.
Two sides of he unleashed on n unsuspecting society.
Death a large part of his reality for he lived hard.
Sometimes in the chaos he stopped and breathed deep as if searching for a scent.
His heart beat in a hollow cavity formed of lonesomeness.
He seeking solace thought it could be found in coitus, oh how wrong he was.
The first time they saw each other was a sad occasion...
Their cousin lie dead.
Victim of plague and tears were in their eyes.
She listened as he spoke while not recognizing the truth.
He spoke while not knowing the truth.
They being made for each other had more growing to do.
He and she walked away and lived separate lives.
He still living among the downtrodden denizens of this human had demons to face as did she.
He at time paused and wondered what her name might be.
She married to another though she had found the one.
He living with another whom he loved thought he could do this.
Time passing has a way though of tearing notions down and crashing stone walls to the ground.
They found themselves once again cast into the pit loneliness..
The years falling off into maybe one day and maybe never.
In the darkest hours they found each other on a cyber highway and held virtual hands...
They still not recognizing the inevitable
He heard her voice one such time as she in her despair squeezed his hand hard...
Time again interceded as they apart played more demons born of being of the chosen.
He in his wanting looking at she... She at him.
Holding nature at bay.
In the darkest hours he heard her words and they pulled him from the fortress built of crushed dreams bones.
He draped as if for war felt his heart melt as she enveloped him...
As he absorbed her.
They coalescing...
Became one.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY