(NEW BEGINNING) A SENRYU

(Creation)
Suspended is man
Mesmerized by her beauty
Darkness becomes light

(A Whiff)
Such is her essence
Born of a stars explosion
She rendered splendid

(Queenly)
She is like the rain
Gently falling pon mans pain
Man is born anew

(Union)
Together as one
The world trembles as they step
None can stop their stride

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{AND I MAN SPEAK OF MY LOVE FOR YOU}

{AND I MAN SPEAK OF MY LOVE FOR YOU}


And I a man looked upon you as no other man ever could or will.
I appreciating every last wrinkle and line.
The rise of your hips and the very deep brown of your eyes.
The way you lick your lips and the lilt of your voice.
How it makes the very Beast rise from the blood coursing through mine veins.
He heavy and hard and pressing against the very fabric of mine pants.
Such a conundrum art thou as I try to relate these things to you.
The very depths of the Eloquent Beasts heart.
The true dimensions of his love, such cosmic implications.
These things I would leave behind for you, all of them.
Such a love that it would be written in the stars.
Sun upon Son witnessing the union of we as we big bang.
As we sit on the beach and watch the waves kiss the land.
As we create planets and moons, cognizant life and living fools.
Those who would not overstand the true expanse of who and what we are.
The truth of our being as we helix merge and become these new entities.
I a man look upon you as no other man ever could or would.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

In The Beginning As Explained At The End

Man, such an imposing figure on planet earth.
He trying to alter a thing that was in fact created perfect.
Foolish man.
Following other men in destroying himself and everything in his path.
Man, it could all be so simple.
The earth in all its pain tries to correct mans wrongs, his violent rape as the earth screams in pain.
No Vaseline.
If only, if only man were truly the spiritual being he calls himself and herself as immersed in prayer.
Religiosity destroying man from within, the words of other men having become the words of God.
Foolish man as he offers words of prayer to a hungry man while walking into a restaurant to eat.
Looking at his fellow being from behind a glass.
Magnified and insignificant, life as designed while existing in a fish tank.
Babies raised as social experiments, food to feed the beast God Corporation.
Lord of it all as man and woman flock to the malls, the specialty clothing stores to prove themselves worthy of existing in a state of false God adulation.
To prove themselves better than other men who may have it all figured out.
Living on truly cosmic vibrations, the true definition of God.
He or she exiting in everything from the smallest particle to the largest living thing.
The periodic table to the helix of his design.
God defined, mans design.
And man still doesn't get it because he has been made blind.
Wandering in a desert of his minds design.
Foolish man.
And Gaia cried.

Jerald HamzahFaruq Murphy

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{NONE OTHER AS UNTO I}

{NONE OTHER AS UNTO I}

THE SOUND OF ASCENDENCE...

https://youtu.be/yZOmRjo_Z7c

From the darkness to the light... I am.
There is none other as unto I and I.
These things... This existence is but a very infinitesimal part of my being... I exist in many worlds, In many different dimensions, In other realms, where petty human notions have on existence.
I was born of consciousness and incubated in the fluid of life.
Make no mistake and think that any of these things that I am telling you will free you from my wrath if you cross me for I will send you screaming and bloody into the flow.
I am God defined for I overstand his prime directives... I am he and he is me... So is she.
I have the ability to mold my surroundings to fit my needs... The ability to take a crowd and leave it standing in jaw dropped awe... The ability make mine enemies fall to their fear filled knees.

No church can control me... No religion can limit mine bounds.

I am...
None other.
I am.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WAR INNA BABYLON)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/jzM9tfA9WwQ

You motherfuckers thought you knew me... Born red from my mother's womb.
Dusty ass clay... Wet ass thick ass clay.
Born beast in the ghettos of Georgia, forged in the urban warfare of the projects of Florida.
Judged guilty before I could speak, before I ever uttered the word Dada.
Yep you motherfuckers thought you knew me.
A fucking asteroid in the midst of planets waiting to be eradicated, mentalities and principalities.
A motherfucking anomaly in the equation.
A beast turned loose pon an unsuspecting society.
An eloquently speaking sword unleashed in the bricks and concrete.
A thermonuclear weapon with blessed devastating possibilities.
I'm glad you motherfuckers thought you knew me.
Third eye vision peering supremely... Lyrics arranged visiously... Harder than trigonometry.
A motherfucking beast born of Pharaohs and Hebrews, Slaves and rebels, Prophets and Kings into the worst situation possible.
Shitty and gritty, no remorse or pity.
Hopelessness lurking at the periphery as Idiocracy is preached on the pulpit and TV, pumped Bluetooth through headphones, played beating bass in automobile trunks.
Fodder on shelves laid and flayed as the illuminati stalks, kills and eats.
Lo eye the beast third eye see... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE VAPORS)
THE SOUND...

From the mist we came... We with so much to convey.
We thrust into the midst of such a hectic situation.
Kill or be killed, in your arms I a man found comfort.
In the most savage of situations you calmed the beast... I with the potential to be savior or demon.
I seeking you in the throngs of billions.
Two stars shining in panoramic view as we revolved on a miniscule rock.
We but two particles of carbon and water blessed with this gift... This thing called life.
A hundredth of a second... A gasp... A cry... A breath.
A brush of fingertips as we reach for each other's hands.
A mashing of lips as we kiss.
A melding of souls as we mate.
We passing on these things we have learned.
We melting back into the mist as we dissipate.
Remnants of love lingering in our wake.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY