(EPIDERMICALLY)

Your skin makes me want to touch you... Run my fingers across it... Lick you in your most secret spaces.

Your skin makes me want to hear you moan and scream my name.

It almost drives me insane looking at you.

Such a delicious dish served warm.

Your skin undulates under that sundress, in those yoga pants.

It pushes at the front as camel toe and makes my manhood swell.

Makes me want to take my tongue and lap you up 

Your juice glistening in the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin.

Your skin makes me want to throw you on the bed, legs all spread.

Drive into you with maximum force, hear that expel of breath as your eyes grow wide and your hips gyrate.

Bend you over and spank that ass as the cum rising from my belly.

It causes me to roar your name.

Spilling out and coating you inside and out.

Soaks your thighs, the sheets and causes us to collapse expelled.

Your skin, your skin... Permeating my brain.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

THE FIRST VOICE

The voice came from the dark... A spot of light in total black.

Who are you?

I am that motherfucker that a motherfucker don't wash see.

I am an eloquent beast.

I am the man that formed at the word be.

I am the infine being I See.

The voice speaks again.

Thou speaketh strong lyrics I See. A true testament to the lineage of kings.

You follow the straight line and navigate the crooked.

What is thou purpose I See?

My purpose is to spread the truth that's been diluted.

That which has been distorted, twisted and convoluted. I use any means at my disposal.

I am enemy to many, I have just as many friends.

I am balance on a lopsided planet inhabited by beings who are held down by an ideological gravity.

My voice echoing across a theoretical Galaxy, planets held in place illuminati-cally.

Sun after son after sun after son living another's fantasy.

They thinking that's how it's supposed to be.

The voice speaks one last time a moment before I realize it's mine.

A spot of light in absolute darkness.

A moment in meditation, pineal connection.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

(THE STRANGEST THING) A ONE WORD SUBMISSION PIECE

Here I come to bring you a bizarre tale, the fucked up shit is it's real.

Born of the red clay of Georgia fields and the fine sand of Florida beaches.

Of people who sought preeminence on the backs of others.

Men who crushed spirits and cut babies from wombs.

Shattered lives and stunted growth.

Mothers crying for the unborn who would grow up in this fucked up system.

Shit so fucked up it reads like a made up Yeti tale.

Some of that cringing by the fire as an elder speaks of demon and monsters.

Yet I'm the midst of this some were born enigblactic, proud of the melanin.

Proud of the people that they originated from.

Their very nature quintessence, they the calm in a tragic storm.

Their very words pure African wisdom.

Some would lable these tomes arcane.

They born Gnostic in a sea of misinformation.

Such a sordid tale as broken down metaphorically.

Tears on a lions cheeks.

So many have died, gone the way of Foxfire and other B movies.

Trash on the proverbial heap.

It's a wonder that joy still exists at all as this tale Is told on a December Eve in 2019.

So many still begging for scraps on bended knees as others live like Kings and Queens.

A social disease conceived and formulated on stolen ground.

I had to tell you my people.

It's such a bizarre tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY

WORDS SUBMITTED BY:

LEE BIG : ENIGBLACTIC

KEITH : PREEMINENCE AND WORD

THOMAS : GROWTH

MUSTAFA : YETI

STEPHANIE ROBINSON: QUINTESSENCE

JAY WADE : GNOSTIC

DETROIT CAS : ARCANE

ROE :FOXFIRE

JOY HUNT: JOY

GAIL RUCKER : BIZARRE.

(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