(HIEROGLYPHICALITY)

Such a flower art thou... Born melanin filled skin in an ancient time.
Thou leadest mens mind to stray... Such a vivid, awe inspiring display.
Jaw dropping, mind altering, mans psyche blown away.
Your formation so formidable that it is indeed a great wonder.
Man standing at the edge of your precipice struck silent.
A moment as man lingers in your scent, so delicate pon his psyche.
Mmmmm... Life flows unabated in the background.
Your construction leaving man in wonder.
Echoes... Echoes cross time reminding him of promises made in hieroglyphic times.
Lotus blossoms floating in ponds of koi... Colors so vibrant... So vivid.
Petals stirring in our wake
My flower... Ahhhh... My flower

(THE BARE NECESSITIES)

And what are we these beings of bone and flesh?
We covered in this melanic skin.
Our being defined as a soul, where does it emanate from?
Perhaps a spark in the synapses, light flashing microscopic in the darkness.
In the beginning and so on, 75 percent water that he looked upon.
Recognition and Hue-man was born.
A supercomputer was Hue-man as Hue-man strove to become.
Become what?
A simple minded parody, pimped by holy scrolls and systems preaching benevolence.
Babies dying of hunger in these streets, Hue- men freezing to death cause of greed.
These things we see viscerally.
If only, if only.
The pineal gland just an appendage along for the ride.
Wasted potential as mass confusion becomes the torn and tattered flag flapping in the savage wind.
Coulda been Gods walking in the clouds on the way to other galaxies.
A moment of silence.
This flesh... These bones.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HOLY SCROLLS) UNAPOLOGETIC SENRYU

(FAJR)
Morning comes from dark
Blue ribbon imprinted sky
Son awakes from night

(POTENTIAL)
Son sits in the dawn
Many possibilities
Only one outcome

(CREATION)
He is twain woman
They so intricately designed
Two becoming one

(SLAVERY)
They were universal
Held in place by the ten percent
They have become less

(APOGEE)
Suns cry fire for sons
Such a sad situation
Gods reduced to ash

(ASCENSION)
Five percent see truth
Dregs born of indifference
Future Kings and Queens

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THESE DAYS) HYPERACTIVE SENRYU

(PLATOONS)
The sun shines brilliant
Babylon awakes refreshed
Angels walk these streets

(APOCALYPTIC)
His tears are as rain
Falling on a darkened plain
Even in brightest light.

(BATTLE)
Oblivious man
The matrix is the reality
Angels cry at night
Jerald Murphy

(OF LOTUS BLOSSOMS)

She showed me her flower... A whiff of pheremones in the still air.
I man heady and fluttered by the scent sank to my knees and kissed her petals.
Engaged the stem.
So wet with her dew... A moment as I sank back and perused, blew a little breeze.
Watched as her forest trembled a bit.
I man so heavy that I man would make the mountains quake.
She hath encompassed me so.
Tears do my one eye cry... The beauty... The beauty.
I man would suck of her soul and sip of her essence.
The softness of her flesh would feel of my worshipping hands.
A pilgrimage to her temple where I finding peace would rest.
I man would sniff of her flower.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YO MAMMY) KISS MY BLACK ASS

I just wanna say from the bottom of my blackest heart formed in the pits of Babylon... Yo Mammy.
Coming in my face with your preconceived notions and your petty differences... Yo Mammy.
On that bitch ass bull shit and that pure fuckery... Yo Mammy.
Just throwing that on yo punk pussy ass bout a half a degree in the midst of your insanity... Yo Mammy mixed in the elaboration.
Pimped by the system... Yo Mammy.
Thank I give a damn... Yo Mammy.
Bout a battering ram... Yo Mammy.
I don't give a fucking fuck.
A pause in the midst of your fucked up psychology.
I just wanna take a moment to congratulate.
Yo Mammy.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FLUSTERED)

And here I sit thinking of you and you, whew, you blow my mind.
Our meeting resonating into a man's deepest Chambers.
Echoes across his annals of time.
Man in third person, looking out and reflecting in.
Like a whiff of feminine to nostril, one left, one right, straight woman drains spreading wings pon a man's brain.
That shit that makes some a dese men go straight insane, gotta say it street cause.
Reality.
Got me thinking of ancient time and distant futures, universal travelers speaking of true love.
Pineal connections and skeletal vibrations emanating from vibrant cores.
Rebirth and resurrections as tales are spread on new worlds of who we were.
Cultures born.
And here I sit.
Damn!
Contemplating you.

JERALD  HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY