(A TALE OF KINGS, QUEENS AND THE BRUTALITY OF REALITY)
A COLLABORATION FEATURING LANA JOSEPH

L
I need no filter
I learned to stand while falling down
Always smiling just to get through
I learned early in life justice wasn’t blind it was bought
This is why I run thin lines with blank sheets
I actually enjoy walking out of boundaries
I am partial to walking streets with no chalk
outlining dead bodies and purple marks

J
What filter... I lost mine in these streets.
Strong like Cuban coffee I expel this verbology like linguistic Tai Chi.
Calming for a worried soul... I drop closed mentalities into a deep dark hole.
Where I come from shit wasn't easy, I the calming, I the Savage beast.
Existing in planes outside of mere human visibility, inter-dimensional, I the nigga who became a king.
Once just a cog I formally known as man became a walking God.
A moment of calm lingering in the garden... A figure superimposed on a park bench... Blood turning brown on a sidewalk the testimony to who and what we've become.

L
It is true my beloved brother and King…
family and friends are being snuffed away--- here today
Gone TODAY, not just gone tomorrow, that is not the reality
I sit here thinking about my dearly departed cousin
I planned to see him and my PA family soon
We got the tragic phone call late at night, cuz is dead
Shot 3 times through his closed door with lead
The tragedy is that he was murdered on the heels of my Grandfather
My gentle giant was given a lethal dose of morphine
These phenes don’t care about human beings
Money and greed is the evil poison ruling the world
this solar existence of mine continues to prove that my black is deadly
Way too many scenarios where our people are checkin’ outta here
I realize in life, we must stay focused...
FOCUSED...
cause life is not about hocus pocus

J
Such a sad thing to hear of your tragedies... The crushing weight of all these travesties.
This world so promising having become a killing floor... Splintered souls glittering... Sharpened shards penetrating so deeply.
My son having gone before me... My brother... Two young Queen's I met on my journey murdered savagely.
And here we are living to open our eyes another day... So much hope as the waking sun breaks through the majestic trees.
The smell of ozone after a thunderstorm... So much beauty in the midst of all this confusion and brutality... We the seed of life sprouting from this fertilizer ground.
Our ancestors the dust that we are created from... The air that we breathe.
So many who only see the material while missing what's tangible... Struck blind by those standing on pulpits selling insanity... Omnipotence but a thought away... If only we would part the veil... We harboring magic in every beat of our hearts... So afraid of who we really are as we embrace these false identities... Shadows of what we could have been... We these lost Lions living as fallen sheep... Our black skin covering our shame... It's enough to drive a Hue-man insane... Make a hue-woman shun her true name...
This hocus pocus such a crushing reality.

L
Thank you brother King for your acknowledgement of lost souls and for standing tall for me…
for us… for we… for all… for everyone who have not arrived where we are
in a spiritual realm of consciousness… one must remove the veil of the liars lair
Choices are given, yet some are indeed covering shame within our black skin
I work tirelessly doing my best to uplift our Kings and Queens to a higher level of self
Until we, the adults master love, and God and our god within power that raises souls for good
and not false pride that comes before the fall, I keep getting up with gratitude for being blessed another day to love on my family, eXtended family and true fierce friends...
Until we understand to differentiate between our Creator’s voice and the evil one’s...
many more lives will be swallowed up by steel weapons for mass destruction
Yes beloved King, our Ancestors planted the good seeds in us and left us blueprints
We can certainly follow those traits to help us refrain from mirrored illusions
They are indeed watching us all, as we stand tall in their shoes walking a thousand miles
Some to nowhere he or she is going fast; we must take the reigns willingly, carrying mindsets
FREE… free of negativity and toxicity… to lead... one must follow the great ancestral wisdoms
Until we, the adults fight to protect young brains from lethal doses of hate, crime and shame
it will be much more difficult... to eradicate our communities from incessant red rain.

Written by JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and Lana Joseph.

(I AM ALL THESE THINGS)
AN ALTER EGO EXCURSION INTO THE BEING WE.

Jerald
Everytime I look at you I see infinity... The possibilities so limitless that I am found wandering in a void... Floating in nothingness and all.
I who have trod these streets alone... Lived through the good and the bad as one... All I wanted was to one day meet my queen... To look into her eyes.

The Beast
Everytime I see you I swear I smell your pussy... It's tantalizing aroma... Such a succinctly subtle thing... It making me want to rub my fingers against your clit... To feel your moistness... To lick it... See how it tastes.
I imagine you erupting into my mouth... I drinking of you... Standing up and kissing you... My hard and heavy dick rubbing against you belly... Between your legs.

Jerald
A moment as I compose myself... What could I say to you... How can I get you to overstand... Your are the most magnificent manifestation of woman I have ever seen... You have piqued my interest in ways no other could... I have smiled for you... Such a fragile thing this joy... Buried six feet deep in my blackened soul... The embers of loves fire having turned to cold ash... The rains washing them into the grains of sand... They becoming dust.

The Beast
A moment as I compose myself... Not to fast as I rub my head against your pussy lips... It trailing a sticky line of my pre-cum... Your juices having mingled with mine... I throwing you back on the bed... Spanking your clit with my dick head... So much noise... Is that me yelling?
I so caught up in the rapture... It's all so instinctual... I succumbing to my primal nature... Pushing your legs back I am caught up in this vision spread beneath me... The loveliness of your phat punani... Such a willing victim... A participant to my sexsanity... I cum atomically.

Jerald
So hard to look away... All these thoughts in such a small space... I so enamored that these words I wish would change your perception... Make you see the being me... A second away from my eventual evaporation... I would envision thee.

The Beast
We lying in the aftermath... Sheets tangled and breathing heavily... I your slave as surely as you are mine... I the Beast reach over and place my hand on your breast... Damn... You blow my mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CONSCRILILLA) A POETIC SENRYU CONFIGURATION

The clouds passing by are grey today... Tiny drips of water... The rain comes.

And I think of her
Hypothetical, so pure
She is but a dream

Another day of life... Of planning... Of getting it right or wrong.
In a distant future we are the ancient ones.

She is shining star
I a planet in orbit
Flowers smell so good

These lives so intricately entwined... The smallest microorganisms faded into extinction... Affecting the greatest things... If only... If only..

Sunrise she is gone
Eyes open I am alone
I awake man sigh

Each rotation brings us closer to the end... None knows the day or time... The inevitable outcome of all this hate and hostility... So many so focused on the material... Forgetting that it's all man-made bullshit and fragile systems of control...
That a tree dying in South America could cause planetary collapse... The way we see such a disease... We the cure... We the virus.

She lingering breeze
I close my eyes to see her
We subconsciously

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(AMERIKKKAN MENTALITY)

What is this Amerikkka to me... Been disenfranchised since I was made aware of my identity.
Cursed because of my black skin... I always saw this shit from a distance see?
Saw smoking crack bust my homeboy heart... Died on the corner where he got high... Nicknamed him One Time.
Saw my homeboy from Basin St get shot... Spinning into death like a ballerina... Saw his mama cry.
Took a 45 dead to the chest... To young to be laid to rest.
My big brother drank himself to to his grave... I miss my big brother more everyday... Guess this shit was just too much for him.
Done been locked up facing three life sentences... Took it to trial and beat them charges... White prosecutor ain't even shake my hand... Looked at me turned purple and ran.
See I grew up in the bricks and concrete where life is suspect... I the pure product of a government project gone astray... Paid attention at a very early age.
White Jesus ain't never appealed to me... One ain't never equaled three... This fool standing on a pulpit slanging insanity... Begging for my money... Begging for my soul.
Caint have none of that... I'm already living in hell.
Racism used so subtly that it's become the standard... To speak of it the crime... Designations and heightened time... Courtrooms stacked against we, public schools losing teachers see... White man still got the mob mentality.
Amerikkka... Thats what it means to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ANGELS DONT CRY... SO DRY YOUR EYES) A ONE WORD SUBMISSION SCRIBE

Such a sweet epiphany... This world, these lives.
Symphonic tones on a celestial harp... Angels singing in heavenly choirs.
These luscious images ripped from the cosmic all... Mamihlapinatapai... If only she could see as me... As I see.
Our existence infinitesimal if only we continued the ways of old.
Father as son as grandson, so on and so forth... Into the continuum.
Yet here we are... So many fascinated by the bling...
Bedazzled and confused by the nefarious ones.
They having become abomination... the self absorbed ones foretold of in holy scrolls.
One looking in from without would probably ponder these things... One looking out from within would cringe in horror at the hypocrisy.
The passionate way they sell these beings this desolation... Preachers and pimps dancing in adulation.
It seems the only ones who truly see exist in the state  apostasy... This could been such a lovely journey.
Instead it's become such an awful tragedy.
All these worlds... All these lives.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

REE: BLING
LATOYA: SWEET, LUSCIOUS
MUSTAFA: ABOMINATION
TIONNE: EPIPHANY
DONNETA: INFINITESIMAL
CHARLES: APOSTASY
ROBERT: NEFARIOUS
JUSTIFIED: PASSIONATE
GWEN: Mamihlapinatapai

(BLACK IDEOLOGICAL)

In darkness I am found... Even on the brightest of days I am found wandering in pitch blackness.
Such solitude in these halls where silence is my solid friend.
My voice an echo bouncing back... Again and again.
No bounds and I a man soar to the outer boundaries of I a man existence.
Suspended transitional in my transcendence.
Sparks of darkness in the darkest of dark... Zen in the yang where the inky air reverberates and resonates.
Triple stages where so many reside unawares... Sheep standing crowded in one corner, wolf standing in the other.
Dinner.
They who would defend these things... Vultures perched in bare trees...
World in turmoil... Man in blindness roams.
Lost in the darkest of the dark.
Where eye, am found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(🌞 AWAKENS SON)

Morning and the 🌞 arises... The son arises.
Light caresses the tops of the trees... The birds sing.
Air crisp is inhaled deep into lungs... Fresh is the day... Invigorating.
Bud of 🌹 hangs in anticipation... Warmth will draw it out.
Petals glistening in the ultraviolet rays.
The chitters of the squirrels and the buzzing of 🐝.
Allah suspended on the breeze.
Such promise in each passing millisecond... So many eventualities.
Such a vividly blue sky... Such a sight for man's 👀.
Son born of the very ground he walks upon... A product of nucleonic reactions and Subatomic particles.
Gods and Goddesses who would pontificate pon these degrees...
Schools of transcendent thought sprouting from places pineal... The deepest of the darkest and the most brilliant light.
🌞 arising pon Sons skin... A moment as peace is found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY