(THE BOOK OF BEING SWEPT AWAY) INSPIRED BY DONETTA AND TRISHA
THE SOUND OF BEING SWEPT AWAY...
https://youtu.be/KZHSR5VG0uU

The dawn breaking could not be more lovely than thou when thy open thine eyes.
I so swept away by the liquid depths of thy brown iris's.
Sun spackled sheets as the new day is born.
The flutters of my heart threatening to take me spiraling away.
A starship traveling in the deepest space.
The cry of a newborn babe a most lovely tone and I suspended find tears cascading down my wrinkled face.
Memories of times past.
I so lost in the beauty that is you that the universal becomes transparent as lace in a breeze.
Softer than water trickling upon mine hand.
The years melting away... Time non-existent as we reborn become infinite.
I having knowledge of you in the very darkest corners of my heart where my makings are.
I a seed in my grandfather... I a child in the future.
I freshly formed in the chambers of Allah...
I a moment after revelations.
This life but a predecessor to I a ripple in the flow... a whisper of dna.
Sun rising on your chocolate and I...
I m but a speck watching the glorious display.

(LOVE, A DOG, AND I) INSPIRED BY AND DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES
THE SOUND AS I, LOVE AND A DOG STROLL DOWN THE DIRT ROAD...
https://youtu.be/XW1HNWqdVbk

Love and I were taking a stroll... My friend dog sniffing the weeds and looking for her arch enemy squirrel would stop every so often and perk her ears, sniff the air.
Love I said why has thou been so hard on me, I am but one man?
Love took a moment and picked up a rock, Love turned the rock over in his hand and showed it to me.
See this rock? Love asked.
I nodded.
This rock is what your heart would be if you did not know me.
It is emotionless and aspires to nothing.
It only moves when it is disturbed by the passing car or truck... By my hand.
This rock cares not if I crack it into a million pieces or if I fling it away.
At that love took the rock and hurled it away it hit the railroad tracks with a ping and settled among the other rocks.
Love asked me, Could you find that rock right now among the many other rocks.
I answered, No.
Exactly, Love said as we continued to walk.
I was not fully satisfied by Love's answer and I asked Love, Love I have met women and spoken your name to them, told them of how I and you would give our all to them... Even when they hurt me I stayed with them... In your name Love I stayed.
Love continued to look into the distance and said, Would you give up the good times you had in my name?
The kisses... The sex?
The children that were born?
I said, Of course not.
Love said, Those things were lessons to show you that you were capable of knowing me just as the pain you felt let you know the same.
If not for those things you would not be who you are today.
When you called on me today I felt you.
You want to know me again... Nay you already have spoken of me to someone.
You have whispered of me in the bright light of day, the darkness of night.
You have professed me undying have you not?
Yes, I said.
I continued, But love I am afraid.
What if once again you fade away and I am left to wander alone?
The purgatory of not having you again where I in limbo wander among man incomplete.
Love picked up another rock and asked of me, Would you rather be this rock?
I answered, Of course not.
Love looked at me and in his eyes I saw the billions as they swirled in his irises... I have shown you trust and betrayal, hate and lust.
I have shown you the agony of loss and have given you the joy of having...I have made you stand strong in weak moments and made you face things you would not have faced any other way.
Would you callously throw this lessons away.
Again I answered, No.
Love smiled, I rather enjoy the smell of honeysuckle in bloom.
Love and I continued our conversation as dog sniffed the bushes and marked her spots.
I so glad to see Love again cherished his presence and asked of him questions whose answers I already knew.
Love again had come into my life.
Master and student we conversed.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WITHOUT YOU} BOOK OF FORMER GODS AND EARTHS CHAPTER 2
THE SOUND AS THIS IS BROUGHT FORTH...
https://youtu.be/LRH1SJ7J4VM

Without you I am but a white mans plaything, food for his entertainment... a jungle bunny dancing to his beat.
Without me you are a whore spread wide for him to fuck... A wide mouth to suck his dick... Worship his hair and his pale skin.
Once he brought us over in slaveships and locked us away in cages... Made us lower than animals in our minds... broke us down and made us docile... Made us police ourselves to further his gain... "Im'ma tell massa" and all that.
"I will kill you myself before I let you harm massa!"
Bent down on knees and praying to massa... Save me massa! Take me and give me a bloodbath in my children's blood.
Massa obliges and builds more cages, makes more guns, all while spouting freedom... The judge the grim reaper handing down sentences of life.
Sitting in masonic positions on the courthouse wall... Lets make a freemason so he can spread this ignorance in the church... Call it religion and make it pretty.
Without you my story would have ended like the Arawak's, ended like the Mayan's, Whole races obliterated as thought was made Manifest Destiny...
White man as God... Annuit Coeptis as he slaughters us in the streets and calls us the problem...
White man as Pharoah, his coffers so full that he allows grain to spoil and controls the price of oil...
See if you had died my memory would be controlled by his-story and I would be not...
I buried before my born.
As plain as the writing on the dollar bill... Novus ordo seclorum as the choir sings in harmony and the preacher prances and sways, calling for peace in the face of annihilation...
Underlining chapters and verses and giving half the explanation... So many of them who don't even know their own history... Those Christians.
Born at the end of a sword... Knights Templar and Prieure de Sion... Holy wars waged for control of minds for centuries to come...
Ancient artifacts destroyed to hide the truth... The fact that Jesus was black... The fact that The Way of living was The Way he lived...
Heads chopped off and hung from poles to warn of following what Jesus really brought.
Without you I wouldn't have woken to fight another day... Wouldn't have learned these things... Without you I would be a distant memory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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