{SUNSHINE RHETORIC}
THE SOUND AS A MAN REFLECTS SUN RAYS...
https://youtu.be/_1PYKMWmTec

The sun... The sun beats down on a mans bald head and causes him to reminince.
No particular thing and his emotions they run the gamut.
Sadnes such a great friend of he as he ponders the whoe of the situation... The inhumanity... And he... He plays with solutions.
The what we could do... The nothing has been done.
His emotions they run the gamut, making him ponder love.
The god awful reality of it, how it penetrates the soul and he, he cant let go.
Things and people he would rather forget and how thay have invaded his privacy...
So deep within.
So many beautiful memories...
Some he would never forget...
Some lessons he would have rather done without.
He holds on to these for from them he gains strength.
They are the glue that binds his sinews and muscles... Adds fortitude to his bones.
His emotions they run the gamut and he feels anger...
The things he has done in it, the havoc it has wrought on the masses when unleashed...
He at times an agent of mayhem, a victim of great rage.
Stabbed and shot at, a savage ballet as he brings all to bear...
Some gotta live and some gotta die...
Sweet strings of a vicious melody... A moving symphony... The slowing of time.
Blood flowing in gutters.
Flashing blue and red lights bouncing off the darkness of night.
His emotions... His emotions.
Man reflecting in the light of Allahs sun.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HUE-SEXUAL EXPLORATION)
THE SOUND OF HYPERSEXUALIZATION...
https://youtu.be/qvKvmTzCd7U

Can I lie with you as the stars travel the sky?
Can I consummate with your mind.
Make love to its ridges and creases...
Plunge into its depths again and again.
Rub it and feel it shudder...
Feel it grab my width and hold me tight.
Your mind I mean.
Stroke it eloquently with soothing lyrics see.
Massage away your day and add peace to your night.
We linked psychologically and physiological all off in the ether of our hue-manity.
The chemical compounds of our beings as we hypernetic explore our cybernetics... see?
Come my dear...
Lie with me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(QUESTIONS AND QUANDARYS OF A SEXUAL NATURE)
THE BEAT DROPPED AND LOCKED...

Why I gotta talk all nasty to you?
All up under your clothes and shit...
Make that pussy wet.
Like that.
That fine black ass...
That pink candy... Mmmm...
Why I gotta talk to you like that?
Why I gotta touch that clit... make you gasp... transfixation of I.
This beast that cavorteth in my brain.
Spreading you naked... dining pon thee.
Hums and vibrations... sliding wet and slick, in and out.
Bend over and arch that back... titties hanging down... Dick standing strong.
Flipping you over and tasting others again... juice flowing.
Wet cream dripping down your crack.
Damn...
Why I gotta talk to you like that?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

( SOUTHERN SKY VERSES ) A HAIKU/SENRYU JOINT.
THE SOUND IS PHENOMENAL... DO NOT MISS IT...
https://youtu.be/pubQNx0jA4c

(BORN)
Stars sigh solar winds
Whispers into man's psyche
The view lovely here

(DEEPLY)
Crickets and frogs play
Thick the humidity
Natures symphony

(SUSPENDED)
Vibrations on drums
Hammer rising and falling
Man standing listens

(ASTRONOMICAL)
Moon in eastern sky
A slow progression to dawn
Life awakening

(SEE)
Birds greet morning
A cup of Kenyan coffee
Intoxicating

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE SENTINEL)
THE SOUND AS THE CONVERSATION COMMENCES...
https://youtu.be/XBG7hmsxSGw

Please oh tree, talk to me.
Let me sit on your roots and hear your tale.
Tell me of olden times, the things that thou hast seen.
Tell me of those who passed this way before me.
Of where they have gone for surely you have become sentient in your time here.
Communicating with the ants and the birds that inhabit thy boughs.
Reaching out your arms to Allah...
Living sirat al mustaqim.
Thy nappy hair drooping to the ground... Dred locks on weeping willows.
A fantasy sanctuary under the sad leaves where we find a man seeking reality.
Tell me of the good things and the bad,
I can deal with great weight... Allah has given me strength.
Tell me of the agony of seeing your brethren fall as they made way for man.
For steel and concrete.
So cool in the shade.
I stand here begging you...
Tree, speak to me.

Sirat al mustaqim: the straight path

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

I would like to introduce you to a man and also present a perspective of him using one of his songs. The man I am speaking of is Michael Jackson and the song I that I am going to try and interpret is called "The Man In The Mirror."
To look at this song as just another song would be just as wrong as looking at Michael Jackson as just another man. It would be overlooking his diversity, complexity and legacy.
Michael was a man who by most accounts never had a chance to be a child yet he always maintained an air of innocence, even as an adult.
His performances combined this seeming innocence with a sort of raw power and never seemed to disappoint the sold out crowds who attended his concerts.
His lyrics while seeming mundane at times bordered on the profound.
This is reflected in the very first lines of the song "The Man In The Mirror" where he sings "I'm gonna makers change for once in my life... He goes on to add later "Gonna feel real good, Gonna make it right." These words are words of transition.
At this point we have to ask ourselves, what is he transitioning from? Into who and what is he transforming?
At this point he use the day to paint a picture of his unique view of the day. We are offered a glimpse through his eyes.
He describes the feel of a cold wind, where it takes him as he wraps himself in his warm winter jacket.
It's ability to make him see the less fortunate.
The children "I see the kids on the streetvwith not enough to eat." At this point he also introduces the fact that on a warm day he would have ignored these things, he tells us "A summers disregard, a broken bottle top, a one man soul." In these words we are introduced to the fact that he is having a moment of recognition. He is speaking of the duality of it all.
Of the correlation between rich and poor.
This leads us into the chorus which opens with the words "I'm talking to the man in the mirror, I'm asking him to change his ways" in these words he fully brings to light the nature and type of transformation he is seeking.
Looking into the metaphorical mirror he is forced to confront his own worst enemy, himself.
He calls into question his self love " I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love." It's seems as if the things that he has been confronted with have opened his eyes. He asks himself how he could have ignored these things, the pain of his fellow man and woman.
"Could it really be me, pretending that they are not alone?"  He alludes to the people he sees as objects to draw an accurate description of how he sees their pain. "A willow deeply scarred." As emotions "Somebody's broken heart and as "A washed out dream."
He issues a beautiful but stern warning that you "Can't close your mind.
This leads us to see that this song seems to be about rebirth, growth and the ability we as humans have to change things if we would only try. It is also a song of inner turmoil and strife because change is never easy.
Especially when the person being changed is one's self.
Michael Jackson.
A complex man with a complex message.

I want you on your knees.
My big thick dick standing in your face.
Take it in your hands and feel the weight.
Look in its eye.
Suck it for me baby... Put it in your mouth...
Fuckkk, I love when you swallow it like that.
I can feel your throat...
All naked, sucking this dick and looking up at me....