(SON FALLING TO EARTH)

You got my mind spinning.

A man descending in freefall.

So much heat and I... Wow!

I heavy in anticipation of all that you are.

Lying beneath me and I... Wow.

I savor the view.

So awe inspiring and the strings of my heart.

They play a stringently beautiful song.

Blood rushing through my ears.

The sound of mating crickets.

Your skin and I... Wow!

I want to lap of your flesh.

Make you wet... Skeet, skeet and skeet.

Just the beginning and I... Wow.

I want to follow your stretch marks.

Straight to your forest... Spread you and bring you to the brink.

The little death.

I holding on as you... Wow!

You orgasmical intrigue me.

Screams and moans echoing off the walls.

My mind in the sweetest state of turmoil.

You... Wow!

Got me spinning.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(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