{THE GREATEST WEIGHT AND I}

{THE GREATEST WEIGHT AND I}

THE SOUND OF THE BREAKDOWN...
 https://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA

And what of religion?
The young boy asked the old man.
The old man seemed to go as still as the day at the crowning of a cold dawn.
The boy waited cause he knew this was the old mans way.
The old man finally opened his mouth to speak and at that moment it seemed the birds ceased to speak, as if time itself stood still waiting for the answer.
The old man said; Do you remember the story of Adam and Eve?
The boy nodded.
The old man continued; They had no religion, there was only them and Allah. They knew he existed because to them he was tangible, he was solid. He walked and talked with them.
He was no spirit for spirits do not walk, spirits do not talk. 

He asked the boy. Have you ever seen a spirit, smelled one, held one?
The boy shook his head.
The old man reached out and rubbed his head. 

Such a nothing gesture yet it conveyed so much.
Abraham, Noah and the other prophets also had this ability, this direct connection to Allah, the ability to speak to him or the angels, over time man lost this ability.
It was during these times that men figured out that they could fool other men by taking away from and altering the context of what Allah and the angels had conveyed.. They made knowledge secret and used it to control other men.
They called this religion and killed men in the name of it if they didn't adhere to their belief systems.
Eventually man forgot about spirituality and became religious. War in the name of religion, hate in the name of religion.
All of this against what Allah had told man, yet their teachings prevented them from seeing the truth.

That it all led back to one thing and that this one thing that it all led back to was common. It was everywhere and yet nowhere and was invisible to the masses because the masses always had tended to want men to lead them.

To make their decisions for them.

Over time man had forgotten his Godself and had converted to the worship of other men's concepts.

He was no longer connected to the earth that he stood upon.

His natural order was upset and he had introduced disorder and chaos as order.

Many men die because of these concepts as each man aspires to be richer than the next man... To have more when in fact more would be here without money.

That if there were no police there would be no need for police. They such an invaluable part of the system as they protect the property and ideals of the ruling elite.

The boy in listening felt these things as they became pictures that echoed the things that he had seen, he saw the people in his life as they flashed in his subconscious.

The old man asked him. "Do you feel the connection?"

He nodded yes.

The leaves rustled in the dry way they do in fall.

A soft breeze across the cheeks of the man who stood with tears in his eyes as he watched the young boy. 

What an awful burden he was passing along.

He reached out and  rubbed the boy's head.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LIFE... OF LOVE) SENRYU

(OF LIFE... OF LOVE) SENRYU
THE SOUND...

(Bliss)
Children laugh and play
Unaware the danger age
Butterfly floats by

(Wisdom)
Liquid orbs shine bright
Eyes young so full of wonder
Old they hold the fire

(Juxtapositions)
The dawn breaks splendid.
So radiant, birds sing sweet
Silent is the night

(Stunning)
Her smell elixir
Pheromones, he stands perplexed
Hunter and huntress

Union
Once split they are twain
Spectacular they display
He and she profound

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{REVALIZATION}MAD MONK SCROLL

{REVALIZATION}MAD MONK SCROLL
THE SOUND... DO LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/aY-fwYUbidg


And no matter the methods of prevention he cometh, his voice softly echoing the thunder, stature lion.
The masses taken aback for he is surely not of them, such knowledge.
Some will follow and others persecute for surely he is threat, this being.
His name prophet in modern tongue, forgotten in ancient ones.
This being.
He would pass this burden along if he could for it tremendous exerts great pressure.
The implications, if only they would listen to the traveler, he has seen so much.
Ancestors voices in his veins, connected pineal in his brain.
Even in sleep he knows no silence.
So hard to maintain on humanities plane where the sane are pawns of the insane... so profane.
Spitting anti God rhetoric and endorsing homosexuality.
The heavens they would cry, the heavens they have gone dry.
Abomination pon the face, shame upon the nation.
We who would be Gods, we who have fallen.
He cometh as surely as the days shall pass, a great and awful sound.
His voice the fire that would sear the flesh from dry bones, raise them anew.
No matter the methods of prevention, man will be born.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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