(CONUNDRUMS and QUANDARIES )
THE MUSIC ACCOMPANYING THIS TOUR...
https://youtu.be/KqV6GMuKmsA

Trying to wrap my mind round all that, all this.
Trying not to get all fucked up in you...
Shit ain't working and whew, I ain't succeeding.
I feel you in the veins and ridges of my dick, in the very particles of my atomic equation... My very finest particles.
Got the follicles of my hairs tingling.
The very blackest of my blue black beginnings vibrating high resonance.
In you... your womb and I born again beat carbon and water beats into your melanin.
We oozing down slick flesh as drops of salty sweat.
I taking you anywhere... everywhere.
Mind so open that aliens orbiting distant stars feel the connection...
Me you... You me.
Such lovely thoughts running through the whole of I as I looking pon you all swole and sweet feel all this weight... I cumming unto you...
Royal even spread wide open to me... Eyes rolled to the back of your head.
All that.
Fuck yeah.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BOOM BAP) A HAIKU SENRYU POETRY DIVERSION
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/XRhie6uROuQ

(Prototype)
Sun reflects pon skin
Such a splendid creature she
Man standing awestruck

If chocolate were  somehow magically tranformed into human form you would be the result empress.
If the earth that we walk upon were rendered person your eyes would be the liquid equal.
If the wind whispering in the leaves could talk it would have your voice.

(Deeply)
Charcoal her color
Ebony the locks she wears
Black on black she shines

I man so enthralled that mere words could never express the true depth of mine emotions.
My loudest screams escape silently into the vacuum space where they fall blazing into the atmosphere of alien worlds.
The denizens listening in rapt attention.

(Attraction)
Lion transfixed, poised
His roar erupting subsonic escapes
She his willing prey

And oh I would savor you, melanated skin and pink flesh pouting so succulent.
engorged lips and... Damn my engorged member hanging so heavy in anticipation.
A tear glistening from my one eye.
Reflections of you occular.

(Blackberry)
Sweet berry pon vine
She oozes purple black juice
Such a lovely taste

You my healing in a harsh reality where once we king and queen linger in the pain psychology, such unrealised potential.
Our ancestors fears holding us suspended, keeping our light dimmed.
I have always, am always and will always be thy warrior, protector love slave and king.

(Sonscreen)
Helium his spark
Illumination Birthright
So sad his story

(CHOCOLATE INDUCED HIEROGLYPHICS)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/-MZ1rsSrq5Q

And here we be at the end of our journey, or perhaps the beginning. Broken down to the very last molecule and rendered thick you are the very personification of life on the hue-man plane. Mother of each and every nation, an object of beauty to behold. Dark skin, big lips and spread nose.
Her I am, a direct result of you passing my great grandfather from between your full thighs. A warrior, a griot, a king.
I who would smite from existence the very notion that thy beauty is not supreme. Skinny ass white girl dreams rendered to shreds and given back to the atmosphere. Blue skies shining pon the glory African.
Here you are, some of you not knowing who you be, such a vicious disease spread mentally and passed along to the seed. Rotting fruit decomposing on stolen ground. I vibrating beat as the masses bounce to the bass. As you shimmer and undulate. Soft flesh and I... I scream.
Fyah sweeping cross the land as my words inflammatory burn institutions of false rhetoric and illogic to cinders floating on a sweet breeze of realization.
Here we be.
Watch thy step queen.
Here there be traps designed to render you non entity. I standing erect protecting thee.
You so naked and exposed.
Here we be at the end.
Here we be at the beginning.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(UNNNN HUNHHHH)

(UNNNN HUNHHHH)
THE SOUND COMPOUNDED...
https://youtu.be/BMAJ-itl4m4

Ahhhh... There you are, such a lovely apparition, such a magnificent  manifestation.
Mmmmm. I contemplating reaching out and touching your skin, your hair, your petals as the glistening dew of your anticipation glistens on the brown of my fingertips. I inhaling of your intoxicating fragrance.
I who would take you to the pinnacle and release you careening and spiraling down. We lost in the exhilaration.
Hearts beating and pounding as adrenaline released becomes the compound that keeps us entangled in the aftermath of coitus.
Beast straining at my temples to be released, to be allowed to romp unfettered in your jungle. Nappy trees and fluttering leaves jutting from the back as you receive me on bended knees.
My allusions splendidly speaking of your beauty, ahhhh, your booty.
Words of such adulation raining from the same tongue that I would use to make you scream cumming and going.
I once just a man now the object that molds itself to fit your folds and crevices, falling in freefall to the back of your womb where your stomach fluttering announces my arrival,
He is here, he is here! Legs spread to accommodate me on my arrival. Pink is the carpet that leads to the throne where I find you waiting. Moistened lips and hooded eyes.
Such a tantalizing vision playing on the back of my retinas.
I wonder...
Are you ready for this?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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