{RISE ALMIGHTY KINGS}

 {RISE ALMIGHTY KINGS}
THE SOUND AS THE MIND FUNK IS PUMPED...
 https://youtu.be/Z0kR3A2CYAs


And he stands fully formed from the ashes. They swirling and twisting round his feet. Man newly arisen from the sleeping slumber. He is magnificent. The world stands in wonder. Tones of melanin in his skin.
There is thunder in the air for the heavens bear witness. Seraphim and Cherubim rank upon rank... Wings stretching beyond the sky. Man realized. The clouds heavy drip tears of joy which fall as sparkling diamonds in the celestial sunlight. Splatter in glistening sparkles.
He once born as black as the night. As black as the triple stages of darkness from which all knowledge came. Man visualized is he. Proud and free. Fuck equality. Fuck that reality. All that flawed visuality.
He is fist pump and bass bump... He is afro, dreads and bald head. He is father to his nations children. Knowledge attained and passed down. His trials and tribulations told again and again. His legend the wind. Once slave now master to his own destiny. Pride in his pose. Standing as oak... Reclining he is bonsai.
His enemy he knows well. Any who would stand against him and his kin. The dark, the medium and the light skinned, Bredren born of God's hand. Against him who can stand. Phenotypical and supreme. He.
So close and yet these words will go over so many heads. They will say that they read, they would bear false witness for the truth is only pages away. Comprehension such a savage entity. The beast manifests beautifully. Would have you be he in a warped democracy. Prisons, jails and detention facilities where men fester and rot. Knowledge lost. And here we are at the end where man bowing would bid you farewell.
This his sordid tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GENESIS AND REVELATIONS) Inspired by Linda Jones
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THESE WORDS...
https://youtu.be/nHfUULI_6UM

She... And I in amazement.
Her smile radiant... Oh earth light up my day.
She... My heart flutters.
Her words permeate my very being.
Her voice echoes in my deepest chambers.
She... I in awe stand.
Her form is that of one born African queen.
We formed of projects brick dust.
Royalty standing in the midst of chaos.
She... Mmmm.
The gentle brush of the painter.
The caressing hands of the sculptor.
Scientifically and mathematically impossible yet she is here.
We bound gravitational.
She... I in rotation.
Revolutions and revelations signs and cornerstones.
Living testimonials born of the first son and woman.
Trees standing stoic in the garden.
Metaphorical and metaphysical, living breathing proof of hue~man existence.
So biophysical.
She... And I.
I would smite the words uttered against her.
Cast them into utter oblivion.
Rip them into shreds flapping in the bitter winds of rebirth.
We regenerated and refreshed emerging from the storm.
Children of the most high.
Living and breathing replication formed in the image of the I am.
She... She and I.
We are.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED}

{THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED}

THE MUSIC THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS SCRIBE...

https://youtu.be/rakz5f18N_Q

A look at you and I am as a gelatinous mass... I who would conform to your form.

Some African Tai Chi, Rendered Yin and Yang type a thang.

So easily the flow... Such a sensual ballet.

Our words as softly pattering rain bringing magnificent life.

A moment as I breathe of your soul, so refreshing the smell.

Fresh and aromatic.

Your skin is the catalyst of my funkiest dreams as we pivot and gracefully dip.

Dancers suspended as the bass bumps and the melody flows so sweet.

A fall through the clouds could not be this exhilarating... No mountain stream could be as rejuvenating.

I can feel you in the honeycombs of my bones.

The very marrow of who I am as I inhabit this planet of my physical birth... Harbinger of my spirituality.

Our voices soft talk of remembered things, so like leaves blowing in a fall breeze, whispering and shushing... 

So lulling.

We talk of tremendous things... Such weight and we carry it so light.

We who have become Kings and Queens born of such dark roads.

Eons lived or so it would seem... such great change.

A look and you so afrocentric call me home to the motherland that we were born of.

The roots and the spirals of the universe that abound in your locks...

I hesitate for to reach out and touch may cause you to evaporate.

A wisp... A sigh... A long and lingering look.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

{FIBEROPTICAL}
THE SOUND AS I EXPLAIN...
https://youtu.be/igo8JUddtxM

I see you across the diaspora and my blood begins to beat... Africa... Africa.
Bass so profound that I am swayed in my knees... My warrior dance is magnificent.
One look and I am dragged through the whole of his-story, you queen and my seed the prototypical.
We in great cities where we built pyramids dedicated to the stars we had come from... dedicated to the all of our existence.
We in villages where there was no one for the whole was all we were.
My third eye tingles and I see through the layers of deceit, the degrees and the decrees.
G's, Squares and all the levels.
Psychological chains made of the flesh of our ancestors as we built new countries on stolen land... We so disconnected that we can't see the we of who we be.
Contact lenses and false equality... Equal to the beast makes we beastial as we kill each other indiscriminately in these mean city streets.
The silver cord that connects my physical to my submentality shudders with the mass of information that I receive upon recognition of you metaphysically.
When I see the sociological and psychic ramifications of I dying time and time again.
The whip, The tree, The chains... Sharks follow slaveships and eat of human debris.
My child cut from your womb so viciously.
You praying that he will not be man.
Please Jesus let this not be a boy.
My optics take you in and my neurons and synapses process you immediately for I knew of you before my amniotic suspension... Before I seed and egg became a rapidly expanding mass of cells.
We the children of the cosmos born of thermonuclear fission... Ashes, dust and water.
We the reaction and the result.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LIL BITTY]

[LIL BITTY]
THE SOUND AS THE BEAST A ROMPA STOMPA...
https://youtu.be/hOl6Edzd9CE

Be my little bitty...
Such a treat you are with your little bitty body...
So small that I could just pick you up and set you down on my pole so rigidly exposed...
Butt naked and tiny...
Had a midget a few times... Mmmmm.
So small and succulent.
Your pussy print so phat in spandex.
I beat against the fabric of my slacks... One lick and I would consume you in the fires of the beast...
Smoldering and sweaty.
Lil bitty panties and that pert lil ass...
Raging the inferno...
This anticipation as I see the prey which would sate my appetite, fill me to satisfaction as I fill you.
I who would hang on the particular tones of your orgasmic moans and the symphony of your cumming screams.
An orchestra dedicated to the way I minister unto thee.
A flip and I beating from the back...
Pulling your hair and scratching your flesh...
Put a hump in yo back lil bitty thang... I pushing.. Pushing to the very core...
Besieging the walls of your castle for still in coitus you remain queen...
The beast is if nothing else eloquently blessed... Hard and heavy...
Such are the things you cause I to see...
Such a lil bitty...
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{SCHIZOPHRENICALLY}

{SCHIZOPHRENICALLY}
THE SOUND AS LOVE IS BROKEN DOWN...
https://youtu.be/J8F2jw5YbSQ

What is real?
Is it when you say you love me?
Is it when I say I love you?
We trying to fathom the depths of this word as we encounter life in this world.
As death occurs and leaves some on bended knee wailing to Allah.
The pure unmitigated power as the sun rises and sets on the panorama that fills our eyes.
Love, and so many would kill for it, even a facsimile... The smallest iota... A mustard seed.
Love, and it causes the heart to beat a little faster... Anticipation... flutters in stomachs... Butterflies.
What is real?
Love?
The quest?
The force of impact as it hits home, lying in bed in fetal positions torn inside, wishing it would go away.
Smiling cause it feels so good, perfume lingering in a mans clothes...
Remembrances of soft full lips and trickling kisses.
Obliterated in the explosion as a mans mind tries to grasp the concept, the how, the what and the why.
Logic.
What is that?
Love has no bounds, no reason nor rhyme, Not R+B, Hip Hop or even some sad ass country...
If he were a person we would avoid his schizophrenic ass... raging wino standing on the corner.
Love...
Will I see you again?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE ALL OF IT

 {THE ALL OF IT}
THE SOUND OF THIS REALITY...
 https://youtu.be/cJ7O87cbOLc

A reach into the all and I try to brang... brang dat thang... Reach into the very logistics of it and explain...
Fucking brain drain of the masses and I... Whew this shit is sad.
Happiness a thought away and the masses don't get it... This shit is orchestrated this here way.
Fuck is getting ahead?
Bullshit insanity.
All this from Allah's hand and we pay for food... We pay for land... Rich ass motherfuckers living high on the hill.
Them and they don't give a fuck bout we... Po niggas got's to be, the awful and deep reality of civilization, See?
A reach into the all and I stand solar and supreme... Majestic and free... Bow to no man... No... not me.
Forged of the blackness of the deepest forests of Africa... From whence my ancestors came... We spoken of in holy scroll as the children of god.
We warrior David... We wise Solomon... We the son they mounted on the theoretical cross.
A square standing in a circle and we... We came from the projects spitting hurricane fyah and rhythmic philosophy designed to move the masses.
So long ago and we... We better wake up cause its getting late, See?
A reach into the all and its so simplistic mathematically as trillions drop tremendously empty... Right by yo head, and we consumed in the need to be spiritually succumb to virtual insanity... Salem witch hunts and metaphorical terrorist's peekin round the corner... Police still beatin niggas every damn day.
All we gotta do is reach into the all of we... The melanistic all of we... The blackest blackness of we...
The image of god we... Where we descend from... See?
This system but another mans version pushed historically pon we... Pigfeet and reality t.v.
A reach into the all and a resounding smack...
Stars and tears in yo eyes.



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY