{ANGEL SCREAMS, BASS AND SIRENS}

{ANGEL SCREAMS, BASS AND SIRENS}
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
https://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

And what of man so encumbered by his skin... His corporeal self.
What of his mind encumbered by the same self.
All this reality and all he sees is what other men want him to see.
An animal who does not even know that he is food for lion.
The things he would be if he were truly free.
What of man formed of the soul of a star and placed on a starship hurtling through dark matter?
Born of a chemical reaction and light.
He with the potential to be a cosmic entity able to leap across galaxies with a well placed thought.
He living planetary while his history is written on rocks across the cosmos.
Ruled by fear of an all powerful God as told to a slave living under threats of death.
So many crazy people ruling and the sane living as crazy people.
Defined by society.
Coulda been a superhero and all man is is a cog in a wheel.
A piece of a machine.
Plugged in and plugged out.
Dead eyes looking out into the all of it.
I infinity I.
Angels voices sounding like bass drums and sirens.
The beat of the wings and vision filled skies.
What of men who cant see these things?
Dead or alive?
Sentient or bound by time and space?
What of man who thinks that dying is dying and living is living.
Man who has been here since his inception.
Thinking that he should live a certain way for a blessed afterlife when he should be living that way for this life.
Heaven promised while living in a created hell.
This skin only a shell for his immortal soul.
Oh man...
Oh ye foolish men.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ANTISOCIAL DIGRESSIONS ON THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION}

{ANTISOCIAL DIGRESSIONS ON THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION}

I have not really been feeling social lately.
Kind of in my own atmosphere I guess.
What I have done is take a good long hard look at who I am and what I am.
In doing that I also took a good long hard look at the people and the things surrounding me.
The ways that we, we, meaning all of us allow ourselves to be manipulated.
The current presidential race is by no means an exception to what I am saying.
I really feel its beneath me to comment on this facade, this election as a melanin blessed denizen who inhabits this planet, yet in the spirit of contributing some logic to this fiasco I will.
What we are witnessing is an end to years of psychological and spiritual manipulation on the part of an entity that some would refer to as the system and others would refer to as the Illuminati.
What has been done to the masses is nothing short of  brilliant.
When we look at the two candidates we should bear in mind that they both are of the same cloth.
Illegal immigrants born of illegal immigrants who came to this continent and raped and pillaged to further their various causes.
In no way has either of them shown how they would work to make things better for me or my progeny or yours yet here you are all fanatic about which one should win.
That goes against all sane and rational thought and borders on the fanatic {Can I get a Jim Jones?}
When I look at them {the candidates} I see two animals, a fox and a snake.
If I were a chicken farmer I wouldn't leave either of them to guard my henhouse cause in the end I would get the same result.
In every commercial all we see is one trying to make the other seem bad when in fact both of them are spoiled fruit. Rich people who couldn't give a fuck less what happens to you the minimum wage or slightly higher employee.
One wants to make it seem like you are the problem, a leech on society and the plague, and the other says nothing about the fact that you aren't... Oh hold up.. Is that endorsement?
In my book it is cause if you ain't fighting for me you ain't fighting with me.
When they say the Amerikkkan people the picture that emerges does not include people of my race {Melanin based} it means lily white and suburban.
And here we are in the year 2016 where slavery has been replaced by 13th amendment incarceration which by definition is slavery, our sons wear it proudly as a badge of honor and parties are thrown when one is sort of freed from it.
That is the typical way of the slave, to fear standing up against any system, any people who would do harm to them. To participate in this system because of pre-programming and fear.
In our power we have the right to form our own political system, to take our finances and secede from this system.I dare anyone reading this article to show me one way in which any politician in the past 150 years has done anything which made a significant change in our condition.
Oh... We got to ride on the front of the bus? Whoop tee fucking doo.
We got to shop in their stores... Oh Yayyy! We got to enter their institutions of higher learning... Shit we had accomplished doctors, Lawyers and physicists before that even happened.
Any more?
We can make our own clothes, grow our own food as well as provide pretty much any other need we have.
Why do we fear this idea so much?
Because of the same programming that leaves us groveling at the feet of a political as well as institutional system that equates us as the same animals that we eat, cause in actuality that's whats going on.
Nothing has really changed about slavery but the name.
Whether you vote for the fox or the snake all that gonna happen is that you are gonna get eaten up and digested slowly, digested being the holding period that you are locked in while waiting for things to change.
So ironic that the last joker promised you that {a change} when in fact all it did was remain the same and in some instances got worse.
So ironic that while calling yourself free and smarter than your ancestors you have allowed yourselves to be played in a worse way than they ever were.
So many thing placed in your way that you have lost your vision and fallen by the wayside.
Vanity and contempt for who and what you really are has led you to be easily manipulated into a perpetual blindness where the only time there id clarity is when someone gets shot or murdered right in front of your eyes.
One second conscious and the next incoherent.
Quite the blithering idiot if I must say so myself.
These are just some of the thoughts I have had in the 30 days that they chose to kick me off Facebook,
They really don't want you to weigh the truth. That,s why they got to shut people like down.
Antisocial and don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{I SAW YOU}

{I SAW YOU}
THE MUSIC...

I met you, such a fragile and unique being.
I felt you in the depths of all that I am made of.
My heart, Oh my heart , and it skipped a beat.
I looking at your hair saw the beginning and in a way the end.
Such a lovely creation thou art.
I wanted you at that moment but I knew, I knew that time, time would play its part.
Maybe it may be, and maybe it wouldn't be.
I yearned, oh how I yearned.
So bad, and I watched you walk, I watched you read, I watched you be.
My soul reaching out to you, calling you, wanting to know you.
To have you know me.
I talked to you and watched how you formed the words that you spoke and I loved your lips.
I loved the mind that moved them so.
So beautiful and I thanked Allah for your creation.
For your formation.
I a lone bard roaming in hostile territory.
A warrior trapped behind enemy lines,
A scarred and tortured prisoner planning to escape for no walls can hold one such as I.
Not as long as I have visions of you to keep me alive.
Dreams of you to take me away to safe places in the darkest of night, the brightest of light.
Here we are having finally met.
Where would we go from here?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

COCOA

{COCOA}
THE SOUND AS THE CLASS BEGINS...


And of chocolate, that most delectable creation.

So many have, are and will die for it.

So savage the way of man.

Covetous creature that he is.

Dark the color of it all.

From it we sprang, born of an explosion, born of cosmic dust.

Chocolate the allusions that I speak upon when I speak pon you, my African queen.

Here we are and I would break these things down to you.

How the love of chocolate, the hate of chocolate are interrelated.

Of beginnings where we nude and free ran through forests, plains and fantastically panoramic glades.

Chocolate tones glinting in the golden light of a thermonuclear sun.

How in these times children are exploited in its name.

Chocolate and melanin so interlaced in the grand scheme of things.

Control such a detrimental thing, so sad the song.

Chocolate beating on the skin of drums.

So urgent and I... Oh I.

I locked in a pineal prism trying to explain.

Sweet chocolate dribbling cross my taste buds every time I speak pon we.

Sweet chocolate sold at greatly exaggerated prices in specialty stores.

Fake chocolate sold to the masses.

Educational systems that feed the masses that bullshit.

High fructose corn syrup causing diabetes of body and mind.

Beautiful woman screaming at the top of her lungs in a hallway.

Nobody around who would listen, nobody who would give a damn.
Sometimes all it takes is an ear, a minute of all this time.
Chocolate dreams, chocolate fears and chocolate realization.
Hypothesized, theorized and realized.
Chocolate the root of all these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{COCOA}
THE SOUND AS THE CLASS BEGINS...


And of chocolate, that most delectable creation.

So many have, are and will die for it.

So savage the way of man.

Covetous creature that he is.

Dark the color of it all.

From it we sprang, born of an explosion, born of cosmic dust.

Chocolate the allusions that I speak upon when I speak pon you, my African queen.

Here we are and I would break these things down to you.

How the love of chocolate, the hate of chocolate are interrelated.

Of beginnings where we nude and free ran through forests, plains and fantastically panoramic glades.

Chocolate tones glinting in the golden light of a thermonuclear sun.

How in these times children are exploited in its name.

Chocolate and melanin so interlaced in the grand scheme of things.

Control such a detrimental thing, so sad the song.

Chocolate beating on the skin of drums.

So urgent and I... Oh I.

I locked in a pineal prism trying to explain.

Sweet chocolate dribbling cross my taste buds every time I speak pon we.

Sweet chocolate sold at greatly exaggerated prices in specialty stores.

Fake chocolate sold to the masses.

Educational systems that feed the masses that bullshit.

High fructose corn syrup causing diabetes of body and mind.

Beautiful woman screaming at the top of her lungs in a hallway.

Nobody around who would listen, nobody who would give a damn.
Sometimes all it takes is an ear, a minute of all this time.
Chocolate dreams, chocolate fears and chocolate realization.
Hypothesized, theorized and realized.
Chocolate the root of all these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{SLIPPIN}

{SLIPPIN}

Better not let me catch you slippin...
Not paying attention.
Betta not let me not like yo bitch ass...
See Im'ma getcha...
Betta not be not from my hood...
Not know my story, who the fuck I am.
A one man harbinger of the worst kind of chaos.

See I ain't braggin bout the shit I done or the shit I will do, I'm just a survivor.

The worst kind of man you can encounter is one who has taken on the skin of a chameleon.

One who can morph into any being he wants to be.

Intelligent, yet a savage beast.

One who knows that this, this is a system of control designed to trap and enslave.

One who lives outside that box and can rationalize it that so that even the timid overstand.

Betta not let me catch you slippin cause I will leave you lying in a pool of your life force, no remorse.

Set your streets on fire and cast your ashes to the four winds.

Not a killer yet not a friend, just the way it is.

Fuck with me or fuck with me not I could give a flying fuck.

My allegiance is to my creation born of exploding star, birthed of a woman on a tilted earth.

No to some flag, not to some polluted religion, I the anomaly roaming in steel and concrete.

Name painted hieroglyphic graffiti on brick walls.

A shadow, a breeze, the movement at the edges of your peripherals, see?

So highly analytical that even when you think the ball is in your court its bouncing on mine.

Pawns, knights and bishops all still bow to the king.

Betta not let me catch you slippin.

I will fuck you straight the fuck up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(REBIRTH)

And I woulda reached into the ether, formed you of the stars and planets that glimmered in the depths of space.
On a moonlit night.
I woulda breathed of the vapors and exhaled them into the form of you.
A gasp... You awakened.
I woulda had tears of exclamation and surprise in my eyes
Yeah I woulda cried.
My tears dropping on your perfect brown skin.
It absorbing them.
I woulda held you in the deepest esteem as I protector stood supreme against any who threatened our dream.
The perimeters of all our cities, towns and villages.
I woulda draped you in all the finery that this planet could provide.
Fed you the finest meals that I a man could provide.
Just a smile and I would melt down to the deepest particles of my very core.
Willing and able participant in all that could and would commence.
And I woulda carried you with me in my dying, a sigh and I looking into your eyes.
I woulda spoke of you in the all as I returned.
Immortal.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY