(STANDING IN THE RAIN SCREAMING AT THE SKY) A HAIKU JIT SU SENRYU

(Hydration)
The rain gently falls
Metaphorical in nature
Man stands awestruck

(Hypothetically)
She lingers as drops
Trickling softly down his cheeks
Tempestuously

(Scientifically)
Sparks of light, insight
The essentiality we
Such a mystery

(Spiritually)
Man would ask of she
Eyes cast universally
Silence his answer

(Poetically)
Such a savage thing
This emotion love a beast
Man exits stage right

(Expressed)
Footprints testify
Warriors pass silently
Once he sought of love

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT THIS MOUTH DO)

Let me show you what this mouth do.
How it works.
It's been so long since I've had the chance to do my favorite thing to a woman.
To savor of her flavor, to lick of her fount.
To see her arch as I flick a likkle bit at her clit.
To run my tongue from the bottom of her punani to the top.
Plunge it in.
Push her legs back and see her open up to me.
See that punani pout.
Hear her breath escape from her lips as I lick at her lotus petals.
Let me show you what this mouth do.
How I flutter and hum.
Make that man in the boat stand up.
I wanna make you scream and moan.
Say my name.
Say my motherfucking name.
I wanna drive you insane.
Your droplets glistening in my beard.
I savoring of your essence.
Your juice my sustenance.
The reason for my existence.
Let me show you what this mouth do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE DO OVER) THE STRINGS OF MY HEART

Since I saw you again all I got on my mind is you... So many memories and all I see is we... Shoulda said these things way back then... Shoulda but you were in his arms... Broke my heart every time I saw you hug him... Everytime you called him bae... My emotions so tucked away... The pain of my past, see? You such a vivid image in my periphery... I so silent in my misery... I so wanting to be the one to hold you... To be your King... You my queen... So many years... So many tears... Falling, falling into my layers... My anguished psyche... These words chained away... My dreams... My dreams... I waking up looking for you... Reaching out... You so far away yet so near... So beautiful that I can't catch my breath... Can't slow my racing blood... So hard to keep these words contained... I man so damn glad to see you again... This is my do over... This is my soft song... Please play it on repeat... Please my queen listen to me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ALL IN MY MIND) DEDICATED TO CHANNON.

I can't get you off my mind... I wake up and there you are... Your smile, your smell, your eyes... Penetrating the hardest levels of I mans mind... Places that I never could have thought would reopen... Love such a long lost emotion... Locked away behind a theoretical steel door... Rusty hinges and a long lost key... I walking away... Head held down... Alone in a savage landscape... Lions, tigers and bears... Scars on my soul... Scars on my skin... I should have said these things so long ago... Sung this song... Put these words to music... Woahhh... Woahhhh... You a 💎, an emerald, a Ruby... These pieces of a mans ❤️ dropping on this pages... Tears of elation running down the crevasses of my face... Thanks to Allah for your creation... Thanks to Allah for bringing you as soothing rain... Life springing from my desert floor... A tangible mirage shimmering in my dusty core... A sip of your H2O... Sustenance for a starving man... So many thoughts... So many feelings... I don't ever wanna lose you no more... My only mission to make you feel like a queen no matter how hard life seems... Even in my waking I savor these dreams... Oh my queen... Oh my queen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(YOU AND ONLY YOU)
DEDICATED TO HER

You enter my mind like a meteor screaming to Earth in free fall.
Your skin such a vivid memory, the way the sun reflects off of your chocolaty... I was shattered into tiny fragmented ❤️'s the first time I laid eyes on you.
My love littering the ground like soft 🌹petals.
I don't care how mad I've seen you your voice could never irritate me... It falling on my soul like water softly pattering over a placid waterfall.
Each moment I was around you locked in a treasure chest in my tormented mind.
Jewels glinting in the darkness where the essential me is found... These words I should have spoken so long ago... Even if they wouldn't have changed a thing.
ur situation I mean.
Me in other women's arms, you in another man's... Both of us so incomplete.
All these years I have held these things in the vault of my being.
The way I have loved thee.
My feelings, my hopes, my dream of we.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THESE TIMES THEY ARE A TRYING)
THESE AMERIKKKAN STREETS

And here we are in these modern times living under primitive mindsets... Kings and queens... Presidents and despots... All that fucked up shit... Fuck that shit... So much potential and these humans linger in a twisted concept... Meat on the killing floor... Flames of hate searing their flesh... This could have been a euphoria... A grand diaspora... We coulda been across space... Dogon knowledge gone  to waste... Shit in a toilet... Flushed down the drain... Oh the pain... Oh the fucking pain... The planet crying under a full moon... So much done changed while remaining the same... Oak trees and courtrooms... Facebook and Twitter racist as fuck... These modern times ruled by savages... So much suffering... We these denizens...
These trying times.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MAN SUSPENDED IN THE CLOUDS) GANJA DEN

And what of the man who sees who stands on the corner?
Such a delicate balance of all these things.
How simply simplistic could it be obtained... These beasts pounding on theoretical and theological chests.
Whole cities and countries marching to war.
A bee landing on a flower as all is life.
Such a beautiful image disturbed by the sound of body to ground... The man who sees asking why and the rays of the sun get hotter.
Screams and the sound of a catastrophe clashing in man's mind.
Such a delicate ballet as the rich dine at overflowing tables... Bones of the mentally enslaved on their plates... Those who would follow Kings instead of principalities... Such savagery.
Children in the poorest neighborhoods still play... Laughter ringing off the walls... The prophets being reborn in the ghettos cause that's where they come from... The men who stand guard on the corners and watch this shit go down.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY