(BITTERSWEET REFLECTIONS OF A BEAUTIFUL EMOTION)
THE SOUND...

The man sighs.
So much love he thinks to himself.
So many people so much alike that they find comfort in being alike.
He replays the old adage in his mind about opposites attracting and scoffs out loud.
Such bullshit.
He while being like these people is very much unlike them and he is alone.
As a child he harbored the idea that one day he would find love.
Some fairytale shit with fields of green grass and a beautiful house off in the distance. A couple of times he thought he had found love but those illusions had crumbled like dirt rocks in a squeezing hand.
Not to say that he didn't know love. He loved his family, his children but at the end of the day his loneliness was as crushing as the vacuum of space. Such sadness.
The things he could and would offer a woman. His life, his soul.
He sighs again as he plays the words in his mind again... Equally yoked. Words meant to control inferior minds. There was no such thing. Yet these words were the words that had left him alone on this bench and in his life.
He cursed the fact that he had been born with the knowledge he had, with the ability to see things as they really were. That the veil had been pulled from his eyes. Would that he could he would gladly become like these people, yet that would make him live a lie and he couldn't do that.
Destined to live alone.
Destined to die alone and he sighs again.
No more tears can he cry.
Such loneliness, and he looks at the young couple as they walk by holding hands. As they stop and kiss.
His face set in stone he watches this display and plays it like fine wine. A swish a swirl and it splashes across his synapses. Bitter yet sweet.
He who finds himself alone in his golden years.
He stands.
He fades away.
Alone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE NATURE OF COEXISTENCE) SENRYU WITH ADDED ELEMENTS.

(THE NATURE OF COEXISTENCE)  SENRYU WITH ADDED ELEMENTS.

THE SOUND...https://youtu.be/kJ5n0i73naU

KOI
Image reflective
Shimmering on the surface
A fish swimming by

And the days seeming to melt away pass by... Footprints wiped away on the sand...
The wave, the wind.
Fading into nonexistence or some resemblance thereof.

BEAUTIFULLY

She exists in mists
Lacy it envelopes all
So sweetly quiet

Sun melting away the layers as the world awakens.
A man, a mind... A woman on it.
She so succulent that his brain salivates it oozing into the whole of his structure.
The birds singing of awakening.

FLOATING
The clouds drifting by
Man suspended weightless
Lost in the layers

A vision, an apparition... Hips wide, eyes brown.
A sight for a weary traveler, a drink, a touch, a taste.
She the leaf...
Slowly twirling on its way to earth.
Food that nurtures future generations.

AWAY

Light becoming the night
It undulating away
So serene the scene

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(EXASPERATINGLY)

(EXASPERATINGLY)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/D2x0hl0xfII

The music... And I sigh.
These beings and I... Oh I.
Our very formations, we these fragile entities.
We as life defined as so many years in an infinite galaxy... I scream... Oh I scream cause this shit life ain't all its cracked up to be to a blip existing in a warped eventuality.
What is this land but a surface to stand upon, this water a substance designed to quench... Many men though have died for these things.
Such a shame.
Water still runs and land still holds other things, monuments and shrines to gods and lesser forms of life revered and pretended things.
The beat... And I sigh.
Another child has died... Whether a babe or senior citizen and the clouds... Oh the clouds they drop precipitated tears of a mighty Allah.
Cleansing they filter through the layers of soil erupting as life giving streams.
Rivers and oceans abundantly resplendent as man squanders his chance to be one... He such a slave to belonging.
His crux religion and government... For the people humph, and they... Oh they cry.
The people that is, for war still rages foreign and home.
Street corners where even the ones sworn to serve... To protect, wreak havoc pon the citizenry.
The melody... I fade slowly away.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE NEED)
THE SOUND AMPLIFIED..

My greatest desire...
Hmmmm?
I guess that would be to pleasure you.
Part the hemispheres of your brain.
Spread them wide and delve into the very deepest makings of you.
To melt my melanin into the moistness of my tongue and lap of you... You thus spread.
Your thighs so lush... Mmmmm.
Talk to you in soft tones as you reveal a little at a time... I lingering on the words of your tale... The way that you formed came into being.
Phat nipples that so plump enthrall me.
The bulge of your belly... The jut at the valley of your intersection.
The hairs... That one particular smell... Oh that smell.
I born to fit your needs... Your wants.
Blessed the formation... We locked in the throes of passion... Moans, shit knocked over and sighs of elation.
Let me learn the curves and the folds of you... Dwell in the soft and hard creases of you... Trace the lines of childbirth and the wrinkles of time.
Look into your eyes and see the whole of you as I reflected echo off into the all of infinity.
Souls suspended as they drift the cosmos...
My greatest desire...
I guess that it's you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THEY DONE FUCKED UP THIS BLACK HISTORY MONTH} I WEAR THE BONES

{THEY DONE FUCKED UP THIS BLACK HISTORY MONTH THING} I WEAR THE BONES
THE SOUND AS I EMERGE UNSCATHED FROM FACEBOOK PENITENTIARY...
https://youtu.be/r11SmiOuC5A

Every year during Black History Month I am blocked from Facebook.
I don't know or care if this is planned but it happens every year irregardless.
This year I timed it so that I would only get 3 days.
There is a method to even seeming madness.
See the problem is that you may not care what I say due to your conditioning or religion or whatever, that's why you rush to report me and that shit is cool too cause I know for a fact that the white man and namely the U.S. government don't want you to hear me and unknowingly you add to the insanity.
A pawn pushed out to confront a king.
That is why I tirelessly bring it to you the way I do.
Pure warrior style.
I ain't got time to be putting icing on it cause the way it is the icing been licked off anyway by the time that shit gets back to us anyway.
The politician done got his, the judge one got his, the sheriff done got his, the preacher done got his and so on ad infinitum .
I talk about how you spend your hard earned dollars with people who ain't putting it back in our neighborhoods... Shoes got to be expensive, hair got to be expensive, car got to be expensive and so on till all the niggas die, victims of a system that don't give a shit bout em either way.
Children dying cause they been trained to kill each other, cause they wear the skin of former kings and queens, cause they don't know that fact, all sold out on fairy tale white dreams.
They don't want me to talk to you of an educational system that trains you to be a slave, locked into a way of thinking that is inconducive to the flow of the universe therefore making it inconducive to the very religion that you find yourself so locked into.
Lies painted on the very walls, lies carved into an image of a white savior on a wooden cross, blaspheme and damnation endorsed, supported and pushed on the general public as truth, justice and the Amerikkkan way.
If Superman was a hero he would'a freed all blacks, that's how I see it... Glad my mom and dad wasn't on that house nigga shit.
Taught me to think for myself, investigate and make my own philosophy, that's what great thinkers do.
They are not lulled into not asking questions, into thinking that they know it all cause if I don't live but one more day I will have learned one thing new.
Always open to new theories and concepts cause at one time everyone thought Shaka was a fool.
Don't nobody fight that way, they said and then came the white man with his crosses, cannons and guns and all fell except the great Zulu Nation.
New weapons are developed every day and the strongest one is the one encased in the hue-man cranium but that might'a just went over your head, cause you got a problem with all the other stuff I said... See I ain't scared, no siree, not if I live to be a 103 in the year 2068 a.d.
Each and every day of my waking as long as I'm cognizant I'm gonna come this way cause there are youth who seek the truth... Cause there are adults that teach that ignorance... Cause some of my people walk sideways like crabs or are spineless like worms.
Cause too many of our leaders done sold out and whitewashed down.
No African pride.
Black Fucking history Month my black ass.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{LOUD SEX PSYCHEDELIC}

{LOUD SEX PSYCHEDELIC}
THE SOUND OF THE BACKGROUND...
https://youtu.be/3LHgcYrrAt8


Mind funky on some of that loud and I let you play on the screen of my subconscious psyche... Black... Oh my... I feel the all of me grow hard and reach for my knee... You got me fucked up in my psychic physiology... The makings and I would impart these feeling to you through the manipulations of my fingertips... A slow massage that would ease the stress and set the tones... A trumpet in the dark playing stereo... The gentleness of a breath as it passes your ear, your nipple, rests on your clitoris... The guitars strum and a hum.
Mind on that expansion and in your curves I a wanderer would seek to be found... The base of the hairs on your head... The nappy spirals on your punani... The softness and the... Whew, the essence.
The red, the black and the green and I descending upon thee... Entering gently and becoming the driving that you feel in your belly... That penetrates to the ventricles of your pounding heart, as sweat falls from your flesh and drips onto mine.
I resplendent, you luminescent... The glow and oh... Ummmm... I just... Splatter and skeet skeet.
Dreams so spaced out that all I see is purple velvet, black light and your image standing out funky and free... A puff... A whiff... Ewww weeee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)

(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)
THE SOUND I PLAY FOR SHE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/VmqTMjceilo

Her eyes...
And I swept along see infinity... Endless possibility.
Falling away into the darkness of knowing all.
She...  And, oh my... I sigh.
Everyday and she infiltrates me... I a mass of atoms mathematically aligned... Forming around her, for in her eyes I am incubated and born again.
Seeing as if for the first time... Her nose I would kiss upon waking... Her lips would I caress so gently with mine... Savor her smile, oh my.
The day becoming ours as my strength and hers merged becomes the shine that illuminates the way.
Children of a most high Allah as formed from the clay of Africa.
Her eyes and I lean in to inhale of her femininity... Open my ears to hear that particular melody as she speaks my name.
I swept along to the edges of sanity... The edges of the cosmos where the big bang still resounds bound in a vacuum and spawning suns.
Matter and anti matter making love as galaxies young spiral along.
Her eyes looking upon a scarred warrior who having fought seeks to rest... The battle raging strong in his veins... Fire beating in his heart and pouring pon the sleeping masses.
Her hands so soft... Her tones so soothing.
I who would love her if she would only allow me.
The chronicle standing muted by her glance... Don't want to scare her away... A hummingbird hovering suspended... A beautiful doe unblinking.
Oh my... Sighhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY