DEEPER VIBRATIONS

(DEEPER VIBRATIONS)
THE SOUND PENETRATING... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN TO THIS BEAT...
https://youtu.be/eVI4uGqLspo

Maiyah
I want to taste you, from the moment you arrive and entered my soul, I begin to inhale you
I want to free you, the chains that have bound you to this pulse within my clit, god damn you
The rain that drips between the curves of my thighs, making me want to pull you inside of me deeper
Watching you cross the room of my fantasies, longing to be lost in the motions of your tongue, I’m a keeper
Hamzah
I want to decimate the bounds of your reasoning... Lay waste to all you think you know. Leave you quivering in the aftermath of my touch. So soft on your pussy lips, so hard at the very back. A gentle breeze across your clit, a roaring wind banging your gates.
Maiyah
Tears flow down my face, with every thrust & motion, my back arches as I, aye, aye scream your name
Sucking juices from your fingertips and biting my nipples, emotional orgasms taking me to a higher plane
Hamzah
I enter your sanctum and throw you down, the better to kiss, the better to taste. The flutters of your punani and ummm, my need so great. I would hold you forever naked... On your knees, kissing my swollen head. I out here in this dimension suspended in these higher rhythms... Yeasssss.
Maiyah
I want you to write the lyrics that orchestrate and command the walls of my pussy, so I squirt in rhyme
And when you’re not inside of me, the ink of your love, releases the tension and I multiply every time
Hamzah
Our growth do I describe with these very strokes. Language of sexuality, groans and moans... The mind shattering release, White ink pon brown skin. We existing fractually. Mmmm.

Written by: Maiyah and Jerald HAMZAHFARUQ Murphy © 11/19/15 10:45am

{THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...

 {THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...



We the former denizens of Africa seem to have so many problems with recognizing our true enemy. The one right under our noses. Since our forced introduction into western colonization we have been programmed and bred to pass along certain traits and traditions that keep us lagging economically and socially. The enemy recognizing the depth of the conditioning uses it at all times to keep the African people fighting and at each others throats.
The conditioning is so rooted that a black person will lay down their life to go and fight for the enemy, they will do so in the name of democracy even when its clear that the way they are treated is not democratically. They will praise the enemy and even use his image to portray their god because this is what they were taught to do. Not because its right but because its all that they know. They will not read anything but what the enemy has ordained pure, even when it's clear its not.
They will clean for the enemy, cook for the enemy and arrest their own kind for the enemy even when it apparent that the enemies system is the biggest part of their condition,
In many ways the African people have become their own worst enemy.
This kind of thinking is contrary to self preservation but the African people are so lost that they will not listen to an African that makes sense unless he or she is endorsed by the enemy. He will overlook scientific fact as well as archaeological proof unless it is authorized by the enemy. He will kill his brother, his son or his neighbor to protect these lies, he uses them to justify his distorted beliefs because in many ways he is so afraid of himself or herself becoming free.
He has been trained this way over a period of 500 years and more and from the way the situation looks it will take him this long to break the cycle. So sad that it looks like he will not survive to see it given the death and incarceration of young black males raised under this system of ideology. At the rate that things are going he will be bred out further through interracial relationships and homosexuality which are being pushed heavily in our communities through aggressive ad campaigns which belittle the black woman and man and make them seem unsuitable to each other, which make them see African traits as undesirable.
If this trend continues there will be no African race to talk about within 100 years.
The only way that this situation can and will be reversed is through education and resistance as far as the enemy is concerned.
Teach the youth the truth because the adults seem to be to fearful to listen and try something new, Especially since the old has clearly not gotten us anywhere.
Now these are my views and I am sure that there is some preacher or teacher or charlatan out there somewhere who will dispute and refute them, but if you look carefully you will see that every point I made is true to fact.
The proof is you and the African next to you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALL OVER HERE)

(ALL OVER HERE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MUSE...

Here I am lost in these thoughts of you, semi hard and perusing you naked in my mind.
My mouth watering cause I'm so hungry....
Just a taste.
Here I am wanting to touch my raging hard on to your lips... upper and nether regions.
To feel your slick and fluid wet.
Here I am feeling like I could beat it till you lie back and sigh.
Punani jumping and thumping.
Rubbing my cum into your skin, satisfaction carved on your face.
I contemplating your lines... Manhood wet on my thigh, semi hard and reflecting the friction.
Such pleasant memories of a short time ago.
Rubbing your belly as I talk to you...
Hypnotic and biologic.
Smelling of the sex that lingers in the air.
Here I am needing you so, been so damn long... Been so damn long.
Fire roaring in my veins... lava threatening to erupt explosively.
Cover the landscape in our cream.
Here I am...
Where are you?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OVER HERE)
THE SOUND...

Here we are spinning in place, stuck on the slick shit that we are standing in... Knee deep and stinking as it plays electronic and pumped in...
Here we are in the very same state, ignorance preached and teached to enslaved Africans.
Kente cloth covered and red, white and blued,  uncle Sam and Santa Claused.
Bones screaming attempted genocide from the bloodied ground of our persecution.
Babies coulda been doctors and scientists, babies coulda done touched the stars, babies coulda been but now they manifest thugs and hoes.
Damn shame.. they coulda been.
Blame the white man, blame the masons, blame yo mama and daddy, blame yoself for not picking up a book, for turning away from obvious wisdom.
Peace don't come free, freedom bleeds.
Here we are singing and celebrating, testifying and signifying, pimping and prophisizing.
Shoulda been realizing.
Shoulda been uniting.
Shoulda been, coulda been but they killed Sandra Bland, buried her in unstable sand.
Here we are... Deaf dumb and docile.
Dry bones... No skin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

A look into your baby brown and the world erupts in glorious color.
Such a glorious display, your smile the backdrop as the day proceeds

{A WHIFF A DE SPLIFF} SEXUALLY

{A WHIFF A DE SPLIFF} SEXUALLY

THE SOUND OF THIS SWEETEST AGONY...

https://youtu.be/eyhRZqhKmKg

I smell you, a whiff of the spliff and I...
See I want to touch you...
I mean really touch you...
Get to the pink meat of the situation.
I want to savor your succulent taste... swish it around on my palette and linger in its bouquet.
I a connoisseur and you the delicacy.
A fine dining experience... Table spread and I.
See I wanna reflect on you even when I'm away... Another day... A day away and I...
I'm so fucked up that I make love to your smell... The images that I hold sexually explicit, wet and funky free, roaming in my psyche.
Wet and juicy fruit dangling in the trees so tempting... I plucking you down and raising you to my lips...
You trickle down my chin and sate my thirst... coconut water and I...

See I see you and I want to whisk you away... A fantasy where you beg of me to continue... A lick and you.

See you arch your back and push at my head... Please... Please and I...

See I keep going cause I know you wanna... You wanna cum... All on my tongue.

All this in a glance cause if I were to look to long I might explode... Soak the people surrounding us in cum... Virgins giving birth and I...

Smell you...

I... 

Smell...

You.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THOUGHTS MEMORIES AND REALITY)
THE MUSIC, LIST IN BECAUSE IT REALLY EMPHASIZES THE POINT...
https://youtu.be/UgAFcvIw8J4

And he remembering the touch of a woman is filled with remorse, the result of such a long hiatus.
So many years since he's held someone he loved... The memories of lingering kisses playing over and over in his mind like an old 45.
Each grainy note so essential to the essence of the sound... It pains his soul... These memories... He looking at the night sky contemplating the rest of his days... tomorrow or years away.
So alone and the cars driving by become the waves washing ashore... The lights become the promise of new future's... Twinkling somewhere out there... He would gladly reach out and grasp one of only it were within his power... He so tired mentally.
Once he asked Allah for love and it damn near tore him apart... Damn near ripped him from his foundations... Such a savage storm... deadly in its manifestation... Savage in its wrath... Beautiful in its calm.
They who would see it metaphorical... They who would see it factual... He allegorical alludes to it... He and Allah leaning over the rail of a deck...Backlit by a canopy of stars... A woman on his mind... Last of the cicadas playing symphony.
The voice of a woman playing stereo... The fleeing touch of her lips... He bound by the gravity wishing he could soar... He thinking these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY