(GIVE THAT SHIT UP)

(GIVE THAT SHIT UP)
THE SOUND A POUND...
https://youtu.be/KD-f79_Is2E

I just committed an armed robbery, jacked a motherfuckers mind G... Committed straight motherfucking larceny...
AK rat a tat tat lay the fucking crowd down, stand on the table and spray the motherfucking ground, make pussy ass sheep panic, cause mayhem pon the whole damn town... Get yo punk ass down, motherfuckers get down.
Brown noise and adrenalin, African mind, African vision, Zulu going straight the fuck in.
I spin retrograde, I the samurai's blade, red visions take me away, oh so vague, I am abstractions and beautiful serenades.
I just killed a bunch of false notions and parted the Atlantic... cured a chronic asthmatic of his problematic, robbed a system of its diplomatic.
Gorilla in full rage, Lion resplendent in it's golden age, full sage as I press pon page.
Scholar emerging fresh from cave, wisdom brought forth ancient from grave.
I just skirted out on a haters face, skirrtttt and a skeet of mace, me a exit the place, such grace so eloquently displayed.
Poet poised pon the cybernetic highway, scribing sun fire pon the whole of the milky way, universal displays of what I say, a virtual lyrical pyrotechnic display.
I just blew a mind into spatters on a brick wall... Bits, pieces and a mothers bawl.
Verbalist on soap box, I stand tall.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{CONFUCKSION}

THE BEAT OF THE BEAT OF THE BEAT...

https://youtu.be/XRhie6uROuQ

I saw you and fuck set in... Reaaalll deep and I... I felt fuck all the way down to my dick bone.

The particular particles of my love Jones.
I felt fuck rob blood from my heart and brain, from my organs, felt it swell the veins in my dick, dick hanging heavy in response.
Dick so thick, dick so strong.
Fuck... And I... I need you so, damn, I need you so.

Some really simplistic reality shit.
Fuck running rampant in my most innermost chambers and I Ummmm.. I need to fuck you... 

Need you to fuck me into the deepest realm of orgasmically... Where we are wet formation be... Ummmm.

The need and I... I and the need you.

I twisted so linguistically for you empress impressively formed thusly.

You the drop that makes me titanium hard see?

A flash of the hairiness of your V... Cradle of we interplanetary Seen?

Photographically and pornographically... I the very beads of sweat you see, Seen?

I want to press you against the wall, throw one leg up and make it rain on the toes of my size 12 black man feet.

Drip, drip and I so lost in the frivolity... The utter debauchery .

Push you down and take it rough make it skeet, skeet, skeet to the ceiling fan see?

Say my name woman, say my name, I the Big Daddy beast roar ground shaking and earth quaking..

Spiraling in the ecstasy falling free from heights unimaginable... A force falling to planets surface...

You the ship transporting me thus.

I Ummm...

I saw you baby and fuck set in.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

{BINARILY LINKED WE}

{BINARILY LINKED WE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS UN... A HUMDANGER...
https://youtu.be/8Rl79ml0wDs

Together we linked have transcended time and space and here we are the end result.
I looking into your eyes can feel the time slipping away... We must make way and my heart, Oh my heartfelt cries would break the silence.
A man sitting on a park bench looking at the world speed right on by.
Together we linked has made my soul stir, together we linked had made me wonder why and, Oh I, Oh I.
The brown leaves at my feet reminding me of the withering feeling of I without you.
How would I have survived if not for you... I an emasculated slave to a barbaric system, I my ancestors progeny.
Hands outstretched to catch the rays of Allah's sun.
Prostrate I summoning power.
Oh Allah, and I would be the truth an-nur.
Science so profound that I would create life alongside thee my queen, a mad scientist existing on a lab hurtling through the depth of an aliens space.
He wondering if we could co-habit... If we could just get along.
An alien with a telescope or an apparatus akin to one looking at us.
We have watched our children be born and we have watched our children die, we having to go that way look at it with trepidation when really it is true freedom.
A stained glass representation casting prisms of color on a church floor, a calligraphic shadow falling on tile, man so moved by these things.
I trying to explain the whole of me would lay them out and show you their workings, my feeling, aspirations and hope.
I, Oh I would sing these words to you in synchopated rhythms and sound pattern defined as speech.
The very essence of me and the heavens, Oh the heavens they would rejoice.
Man coming in from the cold and all that.
No chains could bind us to this or any other earth.
Together we could conquer this and any other universe.
Together we...
Together we...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SOFTLY FOR YOU)
THIS VIDEO IS ME READING THIS PIECE...
https://youtu.be/ElI2PwspQUM

I would descend upon thee as butterfly... So soft and fluttering, and tingles, oh the tingles and I would wax gently pon thee.
I would hold thee ever so softly and whisper of unrealized and realized dreams and things of great weight... I would minister to thine needs.
Speak from the pulpit love.
Cause thine church to sway.
Softly the brush of mine lips.
Puckering nipples and the beginning of wet betwixt thine thighs.
I biblical would enter the scene, knock pon thy entrance and at your beckoning I would inhabit thy domicile.
Become the glory hallelujah and the shouts of joy.
Tears of salty water from thine tear ducts.
Splashes of liquid and thine fluid shining on mine phallus, so reminiscent of the birth of hue-manity, angels and seraphim.
So soul filling and I Mmmm, I just. Oh!
I the flittering and the filling.
You the receptacle of mine light reflective pulling at the tides, and I oh I feel you in the very deepness of mine darkness.
The metaphorical pool from which I and I sprang.
An amoebic one celled being.
Out of many one.
Annuit Coeptis and here we are formed.
I so transparent that I am air.
Descending pon you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

One day in a modern Babylon on a world somewhere a man awoke.

One day in a modern Babylon on a world somewhere a man awoke.
He cursed his white skin and the dimness of his sun.
He cursed the fact that he had not been born of the darker skin.
He lamented greatly this man.
Looking at his people he saw only apathy and it pressed down, oh it pressed down.
Now this man worked in the factories of the dark man building the dark mans things and every day he wondered if on another world there were enslaved people.
If any other people had gone through what his had, and were going through.
At which stage of their existence they were.
So much thought for one of the ones whose story had been wiped out in great wars and crusades, always fought on the land of his ancestors.
The man looked at his children and knew that they had so far to go.
He wondered if they would make it in the future.
Not just 50 years but thousands.
He thought of his father, such a gentleman, so tormented with the fact that he was leaving children to the ones who had broken his body but not his mind.
The man remembered his passing, he missing him greatly.
He thought of his mother and almost cried, she had endured so much.
These savage streets where she had had to survive.
He remembered the times she had stood up to authority and how it had tried to crush them down.
He had learned from them never to trust the dark ones for in the end they all were one.
They having realized this on some sort of subsonic level.
After work every day the man went home and closed his door and studied of his people.
The sad fact was that when he found truth his people rejected it and looked at him with scorn while falling down on their knees to images of dark gods.
Such a sad situation, truth but a book away and they refused it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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