(THOU WOULD KNOWEST NOT)
THE SOUND... THIS... THIS THAT FYAH.
https://youtu.be/zrMuFPznLwQ

In mine great desire I would descend unto thee.
I seeking to devour thee to the very deepest depths of thy darkest core.
I pausing at the gates would touch the structure of thine lips and peruse the color.
Black fading into pink, so captivatingly colored for mine enjoyment.
A glance into the sky... I giving praise.
Mine emotions in turmoil... Thou hast that effect.
Mine hardness beating in tune with our hearts.
Such a heavy weight standing erect.
I lying underneath would lower thee onto mine tongue flick thine little man standing... Maketh thy sigh... Maketh thy cry.
I lying underneath would cause thy fluids to flow.
I taking thine hips and lowering thy down... The satin of thine sheath pulsating and pulsating.
Thine lips blood engorged pouting at mine pushing and jutting at mine pulling.
Shiny the ebony of mine member as it with veins standing feels the inner of your innards.
The opening of thine womb.
Mine whole being immersed would soar to heights unimaginable... Small thinking men and women indeed.
I in mine great desire See'th these tangible things.
They consumeth mine psyche.

A JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY PRODUCTION

{LET ME BE YOUR LESBIAN}

 {LET ME BE YOUR LESBIAN}
THE SOUND AS I WOO THE WOMAN IN YOU...
https://youtu.be/gn42xVshlA0

You remind me of times where I could not have physically been on this plane.
I mean maybe I was, as the seed of a male ancestor... my grandfathers grandfathers father maybe.
The fruit that dangled from prototypical Eve's tree... Fallopian see?
Your voice so like wind chimes as they ring in the breeze and I... See I want to sigh.
You got me spinning see? A pine seed pirouetting to fertile ground.
My roots questing and finding hold in your heart I would hope.
I having been hurt so and lying wounded in the deepest darkest recesses of my metaphorical cave.
It existing so there in my real physical brain.
Broken and shattered pieces of my soul that need the glue of you.
So different and for you I would be lesbian... Just a moment to touch and hold... My masculinity pressing at the outermost layers of my skin.
So hard... So soft... We as mingled as can be... A single entity.
I overstanding you on photonic levels... Beams of light are we shining from our blackest ethnicity.
You making me want to cream all over you... Dribble into the folds and creases of you.
So influential art thou as muse... I would paint a masterpiece of words for you.
I would watch you as you perform carnal and become a part of you.
Urging you to reach that higher plateau where pleasure and voyeurism merge... Is that enough to satisfy you I would ask before touching you.
I lesbian would revel in the beast in you... I trapped in a mans body would reach out to you and feel of your liquidity.
The very viscosity of you... I man would sigh at how you relieve me in your relieving and releasing.
I would hold you... I would reminisce on times when I existed as lust in a primitive mans eyes... When I smelling of your pheromones would have taken you savagely... We grunting and moaning as the throes of passion find us erupting as squirts and spray onto the very plains of our existence.
I would be lesbian for you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DROPS FALLING REFLECTIVE SEE)
THE SOUND SO INTROSPECTIVE SEE...

The drops of rain fall reflective in puddles where lights glisten and waves undulating outward testify that more is occurring right now.
The sky grey hides the brutal Florida sun, a brief moment of respite from the blazing rays.
The trees reach to heaven thanking Allah.
Cows in field kneeling down, such relief.
A slowwww down and so many cursing natural occurrences.
The grass would remind you of being brown, a man in Africa would gladly trade places right now.
A fish would jump up and slap ya, Somebody somewhere is thirsty right now, crusty lips and a hungry belly.
People crying bout rain one way or the other I guess.
Too much, too little, never just enough, that way with so many things I guess.
Drops in the very sky catching the very light prismatic.
Reflections reflecting introspective on a grey day in T'allah' assee.
Seven hills bearing witness to the glory.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BLINDING EYE PI)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/yNUGupuqrag

Here I am a moment after being born of darkness... A flash shining bright on a field of light, a splash of darkness.
I come tremendously blinding... Spots dancing on the periphery of peripherals... All that and primitive Neanderthals with African genes bow down.
Not afraid, I am God, they created and spit from mama's loins.
Not afraid I would blast these things, fire would burn these things.
I trampling pon my enemies, Warrior lost in the throes of ancient ballet.
Stomping dust from terra forma, drums and undulating cries.
Here I  am 5'9" 10 feet tall, Lions stand aside as by them I stride, blending into the background, horizon.
Sun pon screen as I roam foreground.
I am the nunya that thundered cross the boundlessness of creation... The realization of visualization, the hard drop.
I born of divinity in a chamber ancient, a carbon and water structure containing a supercomputer.
Hypercybernetically supreme being and I see the lies gleaming succinctly in the nether. I could reach out and touch them, could show them to the masses and arise them from the lie slavery.
The masses and I and I observe them lost.
My logic screams in agony at the tragedy, these supposedly sentient beings, these sheep.
Here I am rays tanning melanin in 2016.
Sunburn seen?
Here I am star shining over Africa, here I  am raised on foreign ground Babylon, here I am.
Thorn piercing side.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LINDA AND THE TRAVELER ME) DEDICATED TO A QUEEN
THE SOUND... LOVE THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/jgUV76PniDA

I playing you mp4 on my synapses...sparks bouncing off my logical floor.
Pretty bits of light and I be enthralled.
Shoulda married you in high school shoulda married you when we was in our 20s.
I always loved you queen.
When we was sittin in them desks I  longed to touch you, when we were in our 20s and grown and I knew you it felt so strong that I afraid of love ran.
Love such a cold hearted motherfucker and I still journeying.
I still love you now and for you I would stand on land made holy by the adhan and speak of you in my salat.
The core of my core is molten lava that threatens to erupt, new worlds and infinite possibilities abounding, such a catalyst thou art.
The days but sun rising and sun setting, the nights a virtual eternity where even sleep is no escape.
I miss you with the taking of my every breath and the swallowing of all my food.
Hollow gestures that remind me of my loneliness.
Birds singing of my sorrow, I living alone in a sea of souls.
Waves washing over me.
Audio and visual... You play and I hear your voice subconsciously, it imprinted on my heartstrings.
I but a spiritual man.
These things I could speak into existence with your aid... I most powerful king at your utterance.
Shoulda been married you, thats what the boys say.
I having loved you since the very first day I glimpsed a view of you.
Even back the you was high definition.
I a young lion, you young lioness.
I will love you till I die.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF FIRST CLASS, SECOND CLASS, WARRIORS AND PASSIVE MEN}

{OF FIRST CLASS, SECOND CLASS, WARRIORS AND PASSIVE MEN}
MUSIC OF A WARRIOR CLASS... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/15DL8nn-uEQ

You deem I and I people second class citizen, you deem I and I minority when in fact the reality is something else.
You come with flawed mentality onto the plain of man, you try to make I and I embrace it.
Woe unto you and your seed for what you have done to mine.
Cannons, bullets and planes and you have rained pain pon the very people... Fire pon the nation.
You preach peace while in fact you are the very beast that was warned about in the very books you preach.
Crosses pon beach, fools groveling at your feet.
You print words pon parchment that bear no weight for you are the treaty breaker.
Slit throats and fake heart attacks... Shaka no see that, No, Zulu always been awake.
May brimstone fall from the heavens and leave your cities smoking in the morning breeze.
Pity the children born of your loins, pity the engineered food you sell in your supercenters, pity the church as it crumble to bits on the sand that you have built upon.
Rome, France, and Great Britain.
The great whore standing holding the book of perdition in a harbor Babylon.
You want I and I to be nice while you shoot I and I babies, while you rape the minds of I and I princesses and princes.
You want I and I to be silent as you preach equality.
Equal to who... You a dirty demon.
Democrat and Republican, I and I rain devastation pon thine system formed of blood and human flesh.
Flag that pays no homage to my ancest-story, where my people came from birthed in the belly of Jesus.
Born of tainted mentalities.
Roman Catholics and French armies severing the silver cord, death pineal and we have suffered so greatly.
Ignorance pumped in wirelessly on big screen T.V.s, false visions of Empires and fake ass perceptions of reality.
Second class citizen seeking to be while being taught how not to be.
White but an illusion dangled in front of the mislead, Bleached skin and blond wigs.
Suburbs, Jordans and Cadillac's and you still being called niggas.
You still fighting for your God given rights while praying, while singing.
Take thy scrip and buy yourself a sword.
Rain fire, brimstone and destruction pon the very pillars that you have built upon.
I and I no second class.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGELY ROARING BEAST BREAKING FREE FROM SEXUAL REPRESSION SEE) EROTICAL

THE SAVAGE SOUND OF THE BEATDOWN...

https://youtu.be/MlsnkKOY10w

Maybe you've heard of me...
The Beast?
Maybe you have seen glimpses of me as you looked into his eyes... I just a layer of membrane away, pushing at the edges of his insanity.

Where beasts roam dick swanging in the savage jungle.
I free so that I may touch you, so that I may smell you, so that I may make the fluidity of you pour from your body.
So that I may lap it up and kiss you, make you taste of yourself as I rub you down there and make you wrap your hands round my swollen club.
Place it against your lips, swirl your tongue around its circumference... Make me catch my breath.
I a beast sigh subsonic at your manipulations, the care with which you take.

Even the beast gentleman for a second.

A split of a split second later beast crashing blunt force into vagina. 

Legs back so far that feet be laid to the side.

I a beast talking wild to clit.

Stand up little man, stand up for daddy.

Beast can also wax poetic.

Thy punani is indeed as unto lush gardens abounding with fruit of the sweetest flavor.

Juice that would nourish a warrior to victory.

Thou queen, thou queen.

Beast can expound eloquence, Beast can.

Beast part of man merged in the melanine.

Beast sucking nipples, Would that thy breast fill Beasts mouth.

Beast wanna nut, Beast wanna make you nut.

Wet the fucking walls, wet the seat of the car, paint graffiti that explains we.

I  Beast would stand rooted against onslaught for thee,

Me Beast.

You see me?

I living behind brown eyes looking absolutely Beastly see you looking splendidly replete.

I ask you one more time.

Do you see me?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY