(COSMICSPLITAHSHITSPITTAH)

Where I come from is neither beginning nor end... Life nor death.
I am the vapors that exist in the vacuum of space... The flow of time... Where time is not even a concept... Swirling constellation's and uncharted dimensions.
Darkness is always the precursor of light... Night preceding day as knowledge erupts unfettered and unchained... There is only one God... He walking man among man... Sun in the midst of sons.
Such foolhardy minions submitting to the puppet master... Swinging from the strands... Coulda been a master, nothing but a slave.
I come from the chamber's of Allah... A Serius B constellation of serious consternation relation... Child of the dark star rotating in ordained orchestration.
These words of men too minuscule to explain the complexity caused of duplicity... The pure depth of the horrendous pit... It such a cavernous maw... Souls staggeringly falling in.
Eyes cast to the heavens where they would find the God who exists buried within... So many who must sin to simply survive... Such a harrowing ride.
Where I come from life ain't a rhyme... It's a way... No play play.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE TOTALITY OF IT ALL) EROTIQUE

Awww... There you are, such a welcome sight for these sore eyes.
A whiff... A sigh.
All that pretty black skin and I... Mmmm, I wanna indulge in you.
A moment as I drink of your image, as I delight in your aroma.
All thick and hard and I... I just wanna touch you.
Melt my flesh into yours... Massage those aches away.
My fingers mingling with your flesh... Feeling your moans... Little reverberations vibrating through the all of we.
Shoulders down to arch... A buttock in each hand.
Thighs and feet... A moment at your v... A flick of your moistened clit.
I looking into your heavily lidded eyes... A push... A gentle cry.
I massaging you to your utter depths... I lingering in the crevices of your soul.
A moment at the beginning... A few moments savoring the lovely scene... We locked into the journey to orgasmic height where we cum explosively and brilliantly.
Ahhhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALL THEM...)

Regrets... Damn.
Falling like winter rain on an unprotected soul.
Cold barren days where regrets are driven by a biting wind
Regrets .. Whew!
Looking darkness smack dead in the face.
Darkness staring back such a daunting thing.
Images swirling and coalescing in and out of view.
Things a motherfucker didn't do... Things a motherfucker did do and shouldna did.
Regrets...  Aw fucking Man!
People we wish we could apologize to... Some gone on to the flow... Some locked up behind them steel does... Some done changed styles and roles.
Regrets... Dirty motherfuckers!
Coulda treated the children a little better but life was tough.
Learning a cruel teacher.
Black man seemingly alone against the world... Illusions and delusions of a random nature... All mixed up and convoluted.
Regrets... If it wasn't for them we wouldn't know how to act...
Fuck them sorry bitches...
Regret that shit.
You feel me?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SWEET SOLILOQUY)

Thou art such a lovely thing... Thou ripped from the very fabric of cosmic energy.
Man in wonder looking upon thy beauty elicits a sigh... Such is thine essence.
Upon thy birth the birds probably sang a little sweeter... The garden gleaming with morning dew.
Droplets gleaming like diamonds pon grass shoots and trees leaves... Pon the petals of vibrantly colored flowers.
Man suspended in the perfume pheromone... Floating in the scent... Such succulent smoke.
A moment of free fall into the depths of thine eyes... An astronaut exploring thy galaxies.
Light years and the such... The span of all time.
Thy being... Thy being taking he away from the pain.
A tear of joy dropping pon darkened skin... Moisture evaporating into his atmospheres.
Such a lovely thing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOVE, PAIN AND REJUVENATION)

(Reflections)
Brightly doth she shine
Broken glass glittering
A shattered psyche

(Shadows)
Barren mental plains
Survival as the sun races
The nights darkened hell

(Rain)
Salty are the tears
Some would call them wasted years
Learning such hard pain

(Carbon and Water)
Rain falling softly
Washing away so much pain
Man rising from ash

(Reborn)
Gone are the sad days
There are others who would love him
Such the way of things

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(COSMIC WORDOLOGY ON THREE)

And I be...
I be trying to the words from the cosmic realm that would tell the black women how much they mean to me.
From the first... I mean the prototypical to now... Tell her thank you for allowing me to exist in these times.
For the birth of my father, my grandfather, my great grandfather and ad infinitum.
Thank you woman ripped from the darkness of before time, when time still existed.
Words that would free my people from the stigma slavery where we still find ourselves entwined, cause as long as we fight for it niggas ain't free... See?
God's descending into the evil of tricknowledgeology... Tricked into buying a lie that has become the reality.
Awful as that may seem.
A word ripped from the fabric could be the catalyst... Turn a nigga to a god or something like that.
It the big bang that would create new world African life...
Oh the glory.
But see I digress cause sometimes I fear the words... The words fall on deaf ears as I lie awake pondering these things.
Do they hear, overstand?
Such a conundrum as the fire, the fire burns in my belly.
My love... My love... My love for thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEN TILL NOW)

Man held your hand in ancient times beyond recollection, before biblical times and the Genesis was written.
He looking in your eyes and growing stronger as you looked at him adoringly... His heart melting into the caverns of his torso.
The blackness of your skin mans escape from the savagery.
In your darkness was man found as he built a great city from Terra firma, rooms built into stone, great stones attacked on upon another.
Your name forgotten as time proceeded along... Ausar and Auset, Ra and Nut, Osiris and Isis... The progression of man.
Ancient into modern as God's fell and were replaced, men calling these things knowledge as he forgot who he truly was... Author of his own story becoming pawn.
You still a queen even as language changed and became these men speak these days... As barbarians invaded and took slaves.
Brought them to new worlds as defined by them, dark men on the shores watching as they emerged from the mist.
Caged, man looked upon your beauty as he was bought and sold, his soul torn to shreds, he became the one spoken of in Aramaic, Hebrew and Arabic.
Mans child in a promised land where he treated as less worked dawn to dusk, his solace found in your flesh.
The sound of your voice his brief reprieve until the thread lit the sky...
Ancient into the present...
Man held your hand.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY