(THESE THINGS I BEQUEATH)

Like Lion emitting subsonic roar on african pain I have smelled thine scent.

My voice traveling for miles vibrating the air, shaking thine core.

I will follow thou to the ends of the Earth.

This need so great. I feel thee in mine Molton core. The font of mine beginnings.

Our union foretold of in the stars, in ancient legends buried beneath the sand of deserts, the sand of seas.

Beauty and her Savage beast.

I would rend the Earth for thee. Lasso a star and hand it to thee.

So inspiring art thou that I would merge lyricality, old to the new.

Create sonnets so beautiful that a future reader would be moved to tears.

Wet drops falling to the keyboard. Shimmering and glistening.

Like Lion I would not eat until I found thee. Mounted thee and made thee mine.

Our union producing the seeds of future generations.

Kings and Queens, emperor's and empresses, prophets spoken of in holy texts.

Thy beauty the blueprint for femininity... Mine the masculinity.

These things spoken into existence on the air that beats to the rhythm of these words.

I Lion would convey these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(HARD WATER)

There's nothing like a woman fresh from the shower.

Come here baby, let me see, fuckin wit my mentality.

If I were a sculptor I would remold you out of clay.

Splash little clear drops of glue on my finished piece.

Place you on my living room table and call you dew.

Show people your fine lines and speak of your levels.

Droplets forming rivulets and saturating my mind.

Stretch marks and that nappy hair on your head and mond veneris.

Oh my! Got to catch my breath.

Cool breeze on my teeth as I suck you in.

Drink of your divinity, oh Allah hast blessed me aplenty.

Such are the blessings bestowed on me.

I inhale and your scent makes me heady.

One more time and I may swoon.

Cleopatra and Nefertiti cross my mind.

Promises made in ancient times when my 34th removed grandfather was alive.

Right here right now and I looking at your dark brown skin.

You dripping and wet.

Oh my!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(IN HER)

She falls as stardust upon I a man planet.

Seeds of life and all that.

Her flesh born of the union of atoms stretching my universe.

In her I become the cosmos.

I invincible.

She falls as softly pattering raindrops upon I a man plain.

Life and all that.

Her rain flowing in all my levels.

Ponds, lakes, oceans and seas.

In her I am suspended transfixed.

I traveling.

She falls as blood flowing in I a man vein.

Tremendous pressure beating down.

Pounding down drums and all that.

Orgasmic spasms of pure ecstacy.

I dancing rhythmically.

She is the gas that I man smoke in a white owl green.

So sweet in my lungs.

Zen and all that.

I levitating radiating.

My shine and my 👑.

In her I Be.

I omnipotent.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(I MAN EXTENSION)

I man exist.

I man am conundrum.

Harder than trigonometry, harder to describe than quantum physics in a language you don't overstand.

I man a man in all my origins.

Born of sun and Earth, a pure ghetto denizin.

I mn inhabit planets in other galaxies.

I man interplanetary.

Other dimensions are my eventuality.

I am man seen.

God in mine being.

I man see.

I rock these keys.

I man soliloquy.

A keyboard fueled Rhapsody.

Such a vivid image across I man screen.

Pain and tragedy, happiness, love and ecstacy.

I man stepping into the crowd and spraying it up.

Adverb and verb hollow points, noun and pronoun mirror rounds.

I man Samuri with metaphor and hyperbole gleaming swords.

Evicerating truth from convoluted lies.

I man lingering in all these things.

Revelations in this reality.

I man among those who inhabit this hypocrisy.

I man.

Eye exist cosmically.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(60 SECOND REVOLUTION)

One minute here.
The next I be gone.
This tragedy my song.
I ain't even supposed to be here.
So many lost in the mix.
A moment walking in the Forest in Florida.
A mans many dimensions.
Vulture suspended overhead on the wing.
I below dropping these degrees.
I Man square the level.
Stand in my way I explode psyches.
A moment of time spent on a rock in the milky way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GUN, THE MIND AND THE DILEMNA)

Here I sit with this weapon in my hand... So much power... Mine or the guns?
This black steel representation of my masculinity.
I ponder.?
I could take so many lives... Become the king... No one with can stop my ascension... So many possibilities... So many probabilities... Life eventually finds out these dreams.
I ponder.?
A life behind bars... That prison life... Men as wives... So much pressure raining down pon me... I could die cause this gun breeds violent tendencies... Make them vivid realities... Force equal to force and all that... Sometimes innocent bystanders are the casualty...
I ponder.?
The Bible says no weapon formed shall prosper against we, but we still got guns... Whole empires formed on bullets hitting flesh... Dead bodies laid to rest, rotting in fertile earth... Children facing lives altered... A father, mother, sister, brother, baby gone...
I ponder.?
Here I sit with this weapon in my hand and on my mind... Black and White lines drawn in the sand... I crossing them.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHYYYYYY???)

Another child has died... A bullet has found another victim... A young life snuffed out like a candle... Darkness where light once existed.
I a man with tears running down his cheeks... Such a savage situation as the politicians and the NRA run through the masses holding hands... Another baby gone as the people mislead walk to the edge of the proverbial cliff... Standing at the brink of our own extinction... Guns got more rights than black people.
Why?! I a man scream at the heavens... At my bredren and my sister... At the people who see me as a crazy fool hollering at the top of my lungs... A baby's body growing cold on a slab in a mortuary.
When is it gonna end??? Who is going to make the change??? Goosebumps on I a man's skin as the reality of what we have become sinks in... What an awful thing that senseless death has become the norm... So tired of seeing caskets filled with children... So tired of seeing prisons filled with children... So tired of us calling each other nigga... So tired of people placing more value on shoes and clothes than actual education... Massa in the big house pimping us statistical... Black on black crime and teen motherhood... Drugs that he brought in tearing us to shreds... Foreigners running the stores that sell the beer, sell the cigarettes, sell the pork, sell the gas... Money that never circulates in our community.
I a man living with all this pain... Another one of our baby's is gone... The heavens would cry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY