In the beginning all was blackness and man dwelled in the blackness of who he was.
The melanin in his skin testifying to who he was.
In the beginning man knew of his connection to all things, his responsibility.
Man and animal one.
Man and God one, man who had come from the heart of an exploded 🌟 and erupted on the scene supreme.
His DNA encoded spirally with the beginnings of all the other races, they would be born of his loins and populate the surface of planet Earth.
All formed of the darkness they would gradually grow lighter, cast out as lepers they would form colony's and move North.
Eventually settling in the mountains they lived as animals and forgot the ways of man.
All the while man building great cities and pyramids would forget about them.
Time would move on and the outcaste would become the Caucasian.
Man in his infancy thought that he could tame these beings. He would welcome him into his schools and universities, the Greeks and the Romans them
Teach them the knowledge and the oaths, teach them the deadly strokes.
Hieroglyphics and alphabetics, mathematics and philosophy.
The most delicate game psychology.

(I MAN IN RETROSPECT)

Here I man sit lost in these thoughts roaming free in mine thoughts.
So many experiences and I man take a breath of the cosmos for I man dwell in everything, everything in I man.
I man have felt so happy, so sad.
All of these things on I man's mind.
The woman I man dreamed of and the women that I man found.
Of love so tangible it had a taste... Bittersweet if I man recollect as it ended, twisted and jumbled on the dressing floor.
I man pirouette.
She lingers in I mans epidermis, fills the crevasses of I mans psyche, her smell permeating the caverns of I mans subconscious.
I man, so lonely in this plethora, no one to share these things, I mans tears falling into the pool of blackness from whence I man came.
Echoes of I man resounding off the walls.
I man falling, falling.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE UTTER INSANITY)

And what of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger on the inside looking out... The outside looking in?
This world spinning out of control as dictated by evil regimes and lofty democracies.
What of the babies who thus enslaved will live others dreams... What of our progeny?
So much pain that could have been avoided... So many tears of aggravation... So many lives lost to feed the beast.
Wars, famine and embargoes...
Politicians dining at the table of plenty...  Babies dying because of greed, of poverty... Politicians blaming it on the masses... Rampant crime and utter insanity... These things the traveler sees... Man praying to a God that exists in him... Pimped on the street corner religion... Splayed like dirty whores.
Calling themselves free as they serve the worst slavery ignominy... Right in front of their friends and family as they dance to the rhythmic beat.
What of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger who bears witness to these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOSING AND FINDING LOVE FRAGMENTED AND FRACTURED)

So many lost in States of distrust... Past relationships clouding judgement... Such disharmony as love takes a savage beating...

She is calming
Falling across man's soul
Such soothing music

Bruised spirits dwelling in states suspended... Stuck in moments in time... Screams echoing into the depths of the abyss.

He is calming
He has become solid rock
His foundations strong

So much pain... Such apathy... Questions of who, what and why me... Such vivid dreams shattering deep sleep.

Tales of birds and bees
Twain they are the harmony
The promise foretold

So many so hurt that they can't be healed... Such a shame as we exist in all this beauty... Love but a fraction of a thought away... Past is past, today is today.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGE FI SAVAGE SEE) A WORD SUBMISSION PIECE.

Here we are my people in the future... Our ancestors ghosts crying continuously from the pictures of our past... Hanging from trees and being attacked by dogs... Savage images of the supposedly civilised as they picked a brother... Killed him heinously.
Shit ain't changed in Liberia... Shit ain't changed in Sierra Leone... Shit ain't changed in Washington DC... Shit ain't changed on these streets... Black life it seems still ain't shit in this our brutal reality.
And what of Black Love as it dangles so succinctly... Oh the fucking irony as yet another black baby loses its life to black crime and insensitivity... Preachers standing in the places where warriors should be... Such an orchestrated insanity banging rather synaptically... If only these beings spoke this language universally... Black power born of an ever pressing need... The red, the gold, the black and the green... This thing... This unity, it shining in the distance, it shimmering in it's luminescence... So many afraid of it's presence... Scared at the end of all this slavery... Praying to white God to save them from a white shaitan... Such a fucking conundrum... Success but a changed mentality away... A reeducated child away... A new religiosity away...
Here we are my people in the future... What you gone do?

John Swatz: Liberia, Black Love and Ghost
Ellen Butterfly Allen. Language
Eddie Felton: Success
Hyrim Ether: Shine
Thomas Nickolas: Irony

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

L

(Simplicity)
Man born of Earth's soil
Oceans running through his veins
He was born a God

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SINCE I MET HER)

This woman.
I look into her eyes and I'm just as fucked up as the first time I heard her voice. Each time I hear it I drink of it. She's got me fucked up.
I don't want her to know. I am a Lion, we don't roll like that.
We just came from the beach, waking and talking, smoking a little and talking some more. I have promised her I will show her the world as I see it. The beauty of it all. If only people overstood yen and yang and all that.
She turns to walk away and it is ballet thickened. Her wide hips swaying, all that booty. Told you I was lost. Her skin the color of melted chocolate. Her eyes the brown of trees leaves in fall.
We drive back to the city and I admire her legs as she drives.
The sundress she wears accenting her curves. We talk she smiles, I glow inside.
When we reach her house it's twilight and she walks around closing curtains and shit. I am just fucking mesmerized. Caught up in her.
She says my name and snaps me back to reality. Asks me if I want a drink. I take water. She smiles, again and again. We talk and I find myself amazed at her depth.
She tells me to sit. She wants to freshen up. I sip on my water and play with my phone. I'm writing about her she just don't know. I hear the water running and I look up. There is a mirror in her bedroom and I am surprised to find that I can see her as she slowly slips the dress over her head. There she stands and I look from her body to her face and she's looking directly at me.
I find myself in the bedroom holding her in my arms. I do know how the fuck I got here and I don't care. I place my hand into the moist warmth of her mound and she moans.
I feel it in my bones. The Jones. I kiss her gently upon her lips, she thrusts her tongue I to my mouth and I suck strongly.
I gently lay her back on the bed and sick her nipples, one at a time. My finger on her clit. She arching, she sighs.
I move down and spread her legs while pushing them back. A flick, a lick. I hear her moans and that just makes me want to hear them more. I suck on her clit, take my mouth off it and use the tip of my tongue while shaking my head from side to side and she tries to push my head back, hold it in.
She cums and I stand, my manhood stands erect right in her face and she licks the tip while looking me in my eyes. Fucks me up and I moan as she spits on my meat and swallows as much as she can. Oh my God! She knows what she's doing and I don't know what to do with my hands. I place one on her head, she doesn't resist. I ask her how much she can swallow and she sinks all the way down. I cry out. This shit feels so good. Just plain fucked up.
I stop her and turn her around, her pussy hangs phat between her legs and I plunge in, push her forth and pull her back, slap her jiggling ass cheeks, pull her hair, reach around and grab her breasts.
I stop and turn her over and look into her eyes. Fucks me up all again and I push her back and spread her legs while looking at her sex. So phat, so pretty. I push her legs as far back as I can and her feet touch the bed. Oh my! I'm finna fuck this pussy up and I drive into her. Stand up in it as she begs me to fuck her hard, to make her cum.
We fuck until I feel my nut rising, she screams that she's about to cum again and that's all it takes, I erupt into her and let her legs down, I lay in her and kiss her as my dick goes down. We wipe each other and talk until the sun rises.
I'm just so fucked up.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY