(IF ONLY)

If I could I would speak to you of so many things... Of how we in the reproductive organs of our ancestors created the human race in the garden Africa... We so new to this planet.

If I could I would speak to you of how we built empires and kingdoms... I Pharaoh and you Queen... We leaving keys in hieroglyphics that our people now ignore... My love for you burning in my heart as the blood beats through its valve... As Lila Ike thumps in my ears.

If I could I would speak to you of us biblically... We Hebrew Israelites before religion ever existed... Abraham, Sarah and Hagar... Kedar and Ishmael... The fathers of this thing now called religion as dictated by man.

If I could I would apologize for not recognizing the threat of the beast who enslaved our ancestors... Cut our children from your belly and raised them like animals... Fed off them like the vampires they love so much in books and movies... So reminiscent of who they truly are... Blaming you for conditions they created.

If I could I would hold you in my arms and comfort you... My love flowing in every breath I take, every step I take... Would that you could overlook the whitewash... Would that you could recollect your spirituality... We in the presence of the universal... Our love encompassing all human existence.

If I could I would speak to you of all these things... My love threatening to consume me... My love threatening to bring me to tears... I born of the heart of a star... You my companion... I want to hold you so... To wake and look into your eyes... I falling asleep alone long for these things... My sister, my queen, my destiny.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF THIRD EYES AND LOVE)

He touches her synaptically... Their very being rocked to it's solid core... Such a beautiful exclamation... The clouds, oh the clouds would sigh... The union of two children birthed of sun, of son.

Her eyes naked look into him and he feels her presence, it thumping in his heart... His throat tight begs to say her name... So powerful this uniting of souls... The dusk pauses in it's descent.

On pineal levels they dwell... Third eye love defined, such a delicate embrace intellectually... Such a joy to behold... An innocent observer brought to tears... Drops on a rose petal... Gently easing down to the dirt... Whole civilizations born of these platitudes... Such lovely overtones... The night rejoices in their merging.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SONSHINE)

And we my people will survive... We the progeny of such a great race... Here we find ourselves in such sordid times... In the face of pestilence and famine... In the face of oppression and plague... We have lived through so much attempted genocide... We the survivors hardened in the ghettos, in the prisons... Fences existing without walls, without wire... Subconscious and literal... We the progeny of such a great race... Our ancestors wildest dreams... Babies cut from wombs and made into a new being... Niggas will certainly become gods... One day... We who have seen the worst of everything... White Jesus hanging on the wall looking on... A cross burning pon a black yard... Such a savagely poetic image ingrained as the blood cries from the very earth we walk on... We the progeny... Such a great race.

(HYPERTHETICAL) 

It's been so long since I've talked to you... Been thinking bout you everyday.

You so succulent that you blows my mind... Mmmm... I, whew. I.

So long since I've felt your touch... Fingertips massaging my mind... Damn girl.

I feel you plucking on the strings of my thumping heart... The hardest spot on my titanium core... No one. No one entering but you... Such a tantalizing aroma... You fuck me up.

Such a tragedy that you only exist hypothetical... A figment of my imagination... A whisp of a vision.

I would give this my soul to have you alive... No lie.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(SPINDERFELLA)

What if?

What if all these people overstood that we were meant to be free... Some of that pure spirituality that you see in a babies eyes... What if? And life goes on unabated... So many lost in granduer... So many chasing it... Some run under by it as the world progressively moves on.

The needs of the many driven by created need.

What if?

I take a puff of the blunt, the smoke I exhale dissipating into the atmosphere... Layers upon layers... Levels upon levels, we standing on squares.

So much beauty as man rushes along heedlessly... He never stoping to check his wake to see what he has wrought... All this damage... Collectively.

The earth cries out to a darkened sky... Casting it's reflective light into the universe.

A sigh...

What if.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(WHO IS IT?)

I want to talk to you... Love been a mean motherfucker to me, done left me with the cover pulled over my head.

Imagine me, dreading another day.

Heart so empty I hear echoes everytime a bitch speak to me.

Love see?

So much promise and here lies love broken down and in agony.

I could a cried but all those tears would've watered was some foul ass seed.

I so low that worms could a pissed on me.

Walking among these people who my pain, my pain.

They could not see.

That was then this is now and love knocks on my door.

I wanna open it so bad.

I wanna open it so bad.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(RESURRECTION)

I was black in the womb.

I'mma be even blacker in the tomb.

Ain't got time to be scared cause I dwell in the darkest of the dark.

That born at the hands of Allah that was dropped in mans formation.

That pure tribal drum get down... Beatdown and bass thunder cross these theoretical plains.

Kick in does and bust motherfuckers brains... Splatter on a white wall.

A moment in these halls where all the doors require keys.

Sign and cornerstones and degrees.

Indoctrinated masses falling to their knees.

Jaws dropped in awe at this universally divine verse-ology.

Created in amniotic Chambers than span hue-man existence.

God's and goddesses born of Sons and Earth's.

No time to be scared as the youth they get shot on streetcorners... As babies are murdered at the hands of perverts.

My people strangers in an even stranger land.

These lyrics called reverse racism as so many linger in man made prisons... Some mental some physical, a caring shame as men bow their heads to false kings.

Presidents, dictators and despots, prophecy foretold as the masses blind are led straight to the seven hells.

Darkness flipped to light and formulated to verbally synchopated words.

I existing black floating in the womb... I who pounds on the walls of this mentally fabricated tomb... I whom hast removed the proverbial capping stone.

I am, The resurrection.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY