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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

{WHY MARTIN LUTHER KING, WHY BLACK HISTORY MONTH, WHY YOU ARE STILL SLAVES}


{WHY MARTIN LUTHER KING, WHY BLACK HISTORY MONTH, WHY YOU ARE STILL SLAVES}


Today, yep today, we are gonna discuss Martin Luther King day and black history month and how brainwashed the black people of Amerikkka have been fooled.
Our story did not start in slavery and I hope it does not end with it but given the fact that most black people have been led to believe in Amerikkkan dream I have face the fact that it probably will.
I recently had my DNA tested and found out my roots. My true roots. 
I belong to a haplogroup that traces back to the Pharoah's of ancient Egypt and of that I am very proud.
The thing that most concerns me is that the white media decides who should be the black peoples hero's, they parade these people out every year as the Christian ideal of what we should be.
Docile, peaceful and subservient and the black "leaders" lulled into a false sense of belonging and happy to keep getting your money wholeheartedly endorse this.
Yet if we were to look at his-story we will see that only a few of the white mans hero's or any other races hero's had these quality.
Most of any peoples hero's were militants to the roughest translation of the word, most of them were warriors including the founding fathers of the U.S.KKK. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson and Patton.
The only difference between these men and Nat Turner is that the white man followed them and believed in his freedom, that they won by killing spies and snitches who threatened their cause. While Nat was betrayed by a "Good Nigga."
We are the only people on earth not willing to fight for our respect cause to say equality demeans us.
It is a misnomer designed to keep us confused.
 It means that we are less than and I ain't endorsing that in any way.
Lets take a look at the people that they don't want us to, Malcolm X for instance who after his reverting to Islam never committed an act of violence against anyone black or white yet the average Christian black minister will tell you that he was violent and that he preached violence when in fact what he preached was self preservation. 
Marcus Garvey the same thing, Huey yep. Assata Shakur, need I go on?
Yet with the endorsement of the black ministers, preachers and freemasons these people were killed and vilified. What is even more horrendous is that given the facts most of these people you call leaders would actually choose to justify what is happening to our youth by playing into the negativity about sagging pants and drugs.
Never mind the fact that the aforementioned drugs were and are being introduced into our neighborhoods by the white man and distributed wholescale across our diaspora.
Yet our focus is being distorted by shows which would make us believe we have "made it", Empire, Atlanta housewives and all the shows where a black man or white woman is the plaything of some white person or rich ghetto.
Fake hair, fake eyes and fake reality cause if you look at the numbers we are still living in poverty and slavery {the Amerikkkan penal system.}
Our children are taught to value things more than they value life and in order to get these things they are taught that they have to work for a white man to get them. That or sell drugs or ass.
Our children are taught to hate the things that make them black like nappy hair and their skin.
They are taught to aspire for the things that will make them fit into a false white ideal.
So around comes Black history Month and the media starts to guide the way we should think by playing the "I Have A Dream Speech and talking about George Washington Carver and Madam C.J. Walker who single handedly set our advancement back by about a trillion years with the thought that you too could have straight hair like your oppressors.
The schools ignore the important contributions of our ancestors like the invention of the system Pi and running water in homes. The media converts black people into white people and we as a people rush out to see white Pharoah's and White Prophets including Jesus Christ while telling you that color does not matter. If that's so why haven't the images been changed to reflect truth?
Yet we choose to ignore these things because of our fear of holy ghosts and a white god.
I know a lot of you will read this and will not comment because of those same fears including a healthy dose of you better not from the white right and your Uncle Ruckus ass minister.
You will ignore the fact that your sons and daughters are being sold a homosexual agenda which further contributes to our extinction and which is now endorsed by a church which just 20 years ago denounced it.
You will continue to not discipline your children, you will continue to let these people tell you whats best even though they are the ones who shoot our children, put the guns in their hands, put the drugs in our communities.
You will do these things because you have no idea how to change the situation and are trained to not see truth.
Jesus woulda done cleared the temple by now.
 You will ignore the facts because of one reason.
Because you are scared to leave massa's system even though its killing you.
Fear is such a powerful emotion.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY



Tuesday, January 5, 2016

black couples erotic




{PERFECTION MANIFESTED} DEDICATED TO LINDA JONES
THE SOUND AS I DIGRESS...
https://youtu.be/WTrSUexKajY


I have no desire to change you... Such perfection thou art as dribbled from Allahs hand.
I see no reason to linger in thine past for presently thou makest I the happiest entity that dwells in this and all the other galaxies.
A look in thine eyes and I am swept across the vast panorama of time... A speck of dust, a man, a speck of dust again.
Drifting across thy skin I am the chronicle as I remember the exact placement of every mark... Lines becoming the map that would free my people.
The words parting thy lips are Oracle and I absorb them into the being I am.
To change thee would be to bring the cosmos crashing down... Retracting into an infinitisimal speck... Imploding into nothingness a moment before the big bang.
Where once we stood at the pinnacle we shall stand again... We perched on the precipice looking into the darkness formation.
Voices calling from the void proclaiming we Kings and Queens... Echoing... Echoing...Elation.
Petty notion of religiosity crushed in our very existence... In the bond we share.
I feel thee in the palpitations of mine beating heart... In the rushing blood of my veins.
I have no desire to change you.

Monday, January 4, 2016



{THE CONVERSATION} FEATURING AUTHOR
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/l3vd8DSVENY

Jerald
Talk to me of your taste... Speak it to me. Sweet words departing your juicy lips and falling pon my parched ears. Talk to me of the things you would like to do... The things you would like done. Place my hand in your secret places. Let me touch... Oh my! Such thickness in the palm of my hand... Breath sucked cross my teeth. Teach me so that I may please you. Talk to me baby... Talk to me.

 Author
 Are you worthy of the words that you are about to hear 
 Promise to caress your eardrums with honey like proses
 Buzzing deeply into your ears 
Are you willing to please me with all of you 
 Putting your hands in places that would make a brute smile
 Taking my time to whisper to your subconscious 
 Taking my time to speak to your soul 
Ready to Make you mine

Jerald
 I so graciously accepting would become the hardness and the softness. Minister to your needs mentally and carnally... The bard and the beast would I be. A soft caress on your nipples, the pounding in your womb... The eruptions as you cum again and again. I would be yours as you are mine. Been wanting you so long.

Author
 So long so long
 I long to feel your flesh intercepting with mine
 Hips rotating 
As your electricity absorbs the length of my spine 
You in me 
 Taking me to a place I've never seen
 Reflecting on the many moments that I longed for thee 
 Hands around your hips
 As you take full sips of my substance 
The thing that makes me be 
 Shattering my neurons 
From muscles to my organs 
 About to erupt like molten Lava 
As you play your sweet notes 
As I bend

Jerald
I descend on you... you spread so deliciously. I feel this need in the very particles of my making... I would share this need with you. So hard and I enter... A moan, from me or you I can't tell. You complimenting me as a sword in its sheath... I in your walls... I in the base of your lungs. My synapses... Oh my psyche.

Author
My moan or yours that's the question 
You in my walls makes my body tingle 
Succumbing to your addictive poundings 
Shifting my bones contorting my spine 
Me riding high tide 
 This is what my body craved 
 The jerking 
 The moanings 
The heated confections of our fiery conversations
 Heart palpitations getting the best of me
 I needed this
 I longer for this 
Make my body feel your slams intensely

Jerald
I hear you and push your legs back as far as they can go... Feet pressed to the bed
Mons Veneris jutting out... Such a pretty sight... I hear your calls as you beg me to beat it...
I oblige.
Your sound and my sound the symphony... Our slapping flesh the tribal drums.
Wetly you cum to me... Wetly I cum to you...
A taste, I put it back in.
You will feel this when you sit at your desk tomorrow... when you walk among the masses.
A smile as you recollect.

I myself am so glad that we had this talk.

{NO OTHER WAY TO SAY IT} SENSUALLY SEXUAL


{NO OTHER WAY TO SAY IT} SENSUALLY SEXUAL
THE SOUND... OH SO SWEET...
https://youtu.be/S9fvRlTESMI


Let me see... I pose this question rhetorically...
Such force and I... I gotta see the insides of your insides... the beats of your heart.
See I been thinking of you so juicy... So wetly and I...
I gotta have you... your warm embrace, flowers and morning dew.
Love and lust hand and hand across the span of all these souls.
Lay back and let me see the shape of your petals, sniff their aroma, ahhhh, and I.
I feel my heart flutter... My world shudders in anticipation of your arrival.
The gentle touch of your lips as they part... The taste and I... I so hungry.
Been so long and I... Mmmmm... I sip so slowly.
I feel your body as you arch your back and pull my head in... As you open and close your thighs on my ears.
Never gone, no never gone leave you again.
Your cum the tears that I wipe away with my tongue, that I drink, Ahhhh,ambrosia.
Turn over... Another question posed rhetorically...
Such force and I enter, my swollen head sinking in, oh so deeply... your cries the guidance.
I feel... I feel you as you squeeze me internally... So maternally and I... I stroke you manifestly.
The viscosity mmmmm, I reach around and rub your clitoris, feel you warm and wet as you run down my thighs.
We mixing together as I spill my seed in your fertility.
Let me see...
A question my empress posed rhetorically.


Juicy and half nude

































Saturday, January 2, 2016

{THE RIM ROCKA SHOCK YA}



{THE RIM ROCKA SHOCK YA}


Let me into your inner sanctum, figure you out.
Let me into the cells that form the essential you...
The very pink of you.
Ahh the very brown of you.
The African, oh the African.
Let me dwell in the follicles of your hair.
The vibrations. Oh my...
Let me crash down the limits of your realization...
A moment with my tongue... Verbally and physically...
The Beast, Oh the beast...
So heavy and hard... Let me lay... Let me play... Oh your playground.
I as happy as wee lad in beautiful glade...
Wise man in great debate.
I who would absorb the very knowledge of you from your inner core...
The man.. The beast...
Let me find that place where we break free... Stroke it as you writhe in ecstasy ...
The darkest spot of your inhabitance... Oh the virtuality...
Let me make you remember... Prototypicality...
Let me make love to your Bodymindsoulcausality...
Let me pleasure you...
Let me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY