(INNER SPACIAL)

And here I sit watching all these things erupt from seeming nothingness.

Atoms prearranged and rearranged.

We but these flesh covered supercomputers.

Electrical impulses and free range thought superimposed planetary as the universe shines, such an intricate backdrop prosed as the universal knows.

I the very core of a fallen 🌟 which in freefall impacted planetary, maybe in the milky way, maybe on a planet in the constellation Serius B.

Such are the things I see pineally.

From the atomic to the mustard seed, from the ant to the mountains standing majestically, stages, signs and degrees as the children of pharaohs fall to their knees, prostrate and submit to these lyrics of divinity.

I but a bard sitting on concrete in a man made conundrum, oh ho hum as these days physical pass me by, as once I cried and once I laughed, I shall once pass away.

All these things I and I have seen will be but memories dissipating cosmically, I into the ether shall be.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

APOCALYPSE NOW

Angels descending from dappled skies... Clouds against the blue backdrop.

Tomes that add salve to ruptured brains nestled in fractured craniums... Man standing on the square tattered and torn.

Screaming he asks from whence these words come. They having tomented him so long... He but a traveler in this time continuum where things strange are norm.

Old ideals keeping so many in chains... Plugged in yet plugged out... Who hast released this bitter sickness as it raveges the land... Knowledge the fallen victim cries as it dies, arm outstretched as it gasps it's last breath.

Such a poignant ballet as the prophet weeps blood tears, fragments of his shattered soul pirouetting in the bitter winds.

Shouting God words against the deafening din as the aforementioned angels they descend... Thy wouldst behold the pale horse as it touches down... Thundering hooves and fire in it's eyes... It's rider snatching souls.

With these words the prophet ascends... enraptured.

JREALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

ONE SHOT A PUNANI A DAY

Pussy or the pursuit therof.

Tis the real conundrum, as I sit here watching a praying mantis pursue his prize and die all for a nut.

Pussy is the cause of all war, motherfuckers killing whole nation's to prove their prowess.

Protect their women, motherfuckers pounding on metaphorical chests, holding metaphorical balls.

Ain't that some shit?

Even got Lesbians fighting over it, city streets and prison.

Pussy is some strong shit.

One whiff and Poof! Yo ass is gone, off doing some of the dumbest shit you ever done.

Chin all poked out and breathing fyah.

I thought pussy was supposed to bring calm, make a man fall to blissful sleep, sweet dreams, fairy-tales and shit.

Pink and light blue backgrounds with little midget women running around... Yet I digress.

Pussy causes all war.

JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY

(SALTY WATER FROM OCCULAR DUCTS)

These tears that fall onto the pavement and evaporate, these tears are caused by you.

I a proud warrior find myself weeping because you say you want freedom, yet in the end you pull back.

Conditioning some would say, such a pity as the children's bones cry from the ground.

As we survive on a killing field, such a travesty as we stigmatized make light of the situation.

These tears burning as they fall on a man's cheeks, rivers of time in mine cosmos.

Such a philosophical quandary, I warrior wondering.

So fucked up at the recognition that enemies, enemies sometimes exist in chained minds.

These tears cannot flow from a corpse but perhaps they can flow from a disassociated soul.

Can the ancestors cries be heard above the din, such a noise, such a roar.

Man falling to his knees, such a revelation.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BIG BANG BOOGY) Dedicated to George Floyd.

 I walk around plucking words from the everything that is nothing... The existential of my existence... I mass of atomic energy... Thermonuclear in my nature... A son of a sun... Daddy pure radiation... Mama solid earth... The end result of natural selection...

The heavens part and God's favourite children realize their potential... The power of social unification... Buildings burning in the cities of babylon testifying to just plain sick and tired... The children of Neanderthals feigning terror, feigning horror... They the cause of so much devastation... Whole nations raped in the name democracy... And here I am got the whole church jumping... Casket bouncing as the flowers hit the floor... Testifying and pontificating... Speaking the most holy tongues...Colored iridescent by the prismatic reflections off stained glass windows... The theoretical they born into existence staring in disbelief... Cities burning, the disenfranchised marching in the streets, babies marked from birth... Man or beast the proverbial struggle... God standing in the fray spitting truth... Angels providing the background... Embers glimmering and shimmering down... From ashes come new birth... Fertilizer for new growth... Words plucked from the nothing that is everything and echoing in infinity.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY 

(2020 VISION)

And a son or a daughter again has died... Victims of a democratically racist system... Whitewashed and gleaming in the sun... So many caucasoid voices saying it doesn't exist... There eyes filled with rage... Spittle on their lips... So many bones would testify otherwise... Voices of my ancestors crying from unmarked graves... We should burn this motherfucker down... Fuck massa and his house... Tired of second class treatment disguised as benevolence... So many of my people fooled... Following a white Jesus that never existed... A peace only after death... Angels singing soft songs and shit... So unrealistic an existence... Living to die and consumed by consumerism... Buying his goods to be like him... Such a high price placed on essential things... Such a low value placed on life... Cough, cough as Corona reigns unchecked... Trump raging against the winds of change... KKK robe flapping in the wind... Noose in his words vehemently sprayed... Amerikkka on fire and visible across the seas... Such a sad bit of poetry... A son, a daughter, they have died.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY 

(THE ROTTING CORPSE HUE-MANITY)

Another day in this dungeon resembling hell where we modern dwell... Amerikkkan dreams of racial superiority perpetrated heinously on city streets... Cops kneeling on yet another original man's neck... Whites running round this motherfucker unchecked... Bout a whole bunch a funky ass bullshit... The rope, the prison cell and the bullet... As we prototypical find ourselves involved in a deadly ballet... Bodies pirouetting to solid ground... Ants caught in blood drown... We divided and conquered it would seem... Sold on a whitewashed dream... Enough to elicit bloodcurdling screams... Voices falling into the dizzying depths of the bottomless pit... These tomes manifesting essential spit... Here we are pontificating again as a black body cools on a slab... Callously murdered and splayed cross screens... Object of discussion and memes... Such a sadly perpetuating theme... Crump and his cronies circling the rotting corpse of hue-manity... Shotgun blasts roaring out and shattering tranquility... Another black body... Oh the insanity.

JERALD hamzahfaruq MURPHY