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Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Ham cheese lettuce mayo pickles salt pepper sub sauce.
Turkey bacon mayo mustard lettuce banana peppers olives salt pepper vinegar oil pepper jack cheese.
Turkey mayo spinach lettuce onions tomatoes banana peppers salt pepper.

Monday, February 20, 2023

(THE REAL ROCKA KNOCKA)

We these products of a failed system, time and time again and here we still are.
Another civilization about to return to the dust from where it started.
Carbon and water as we hue-manity fall victim to the same old scheme.
Julius Caesar's gold and all that, we materialistic as we promote spirituality.
Yet how many would live that way, they swept away in the seeming reality of it all.
Working our fingers to the bone, all the while the one percent live in splendiferous homes.
The beast of ten horns on the news as seen at six o'clock, channel live, broadcasting all their convoluted lies.
Electronic transactions as lives are bought and sold on the stock market.
Babies born knowing how to manipulate computer screens as hue-manity grows wiser yet weaker, woe unto the truth seeker.
Lives starting in scientific beakers, fertilization achieved artificially.
Man trying to reach heavens gate and all that, falling on knees and worshipping Jesus, a non entity.
A name created to assuage a Caucasian identity, soothe a savage mentality, send in the missionaries.
And here we are indoctrinated and divided, products designed to fail, woe unto the one who tells the tale.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 





Wednesday, February 15, 2023



(SYNERGY)

Oh my heart strings, such a sad melody echoing into the void.
What comes after earth, certainly not heaven nor hell.
Man lying ten toes up, people crying and shit.
Motherfuckers only caught a whiff of mine existence.
I the prototypical ripped from the time continuum, peep my unique style.
The way these words fall from mine tongue, flipped and scripted.

(Birth)
From darkness we born
Formed of black at the big bang
Stars singing of we

Heartbeats bass and the movie plays on, so intricately twisted.
We living in another man's utopia, we the 5 see what should be.
And what of unity so sought after as we divided fall victim to the beast.
These lives as delicate as the spiderweb, high tensile strength.
Two sides of the same coin as lives are bought and sold.

(Pain)
Sighing comes the breeze
Whispers of the ancestors
Cries from stolen ground

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

Monday, February 13, 2023

(WHO DAT)

I metaphorically rise, though child I am most high.
A mere second in the grand scheme where shit seen is unseen.
People living in denial as the quality of life devolves.
All is not clean as the world rotates and revolves.
A second in the brain drain as this shit is made plain.
African warrior from birth, some shit that's done made many motherfuckers go insane.
Blood beating under intense pressure in a man's veins.
Coulda kept it the same but I ain't, hard to stay in the paint.
Stinking of the capitalistic taint.
Barbarians sweeping cross metaphorical plains, cross realistic planes.
Shit make a man wanna break window panes.
A moment submerged in the place where none go.
A deranged mentalities dojo, where rivers of freedom flow.
I see you peeping through the peephole in that door.
Come on in this is ground floor.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 
 

Sunday, February 12, 2023

A Sunday in February and I man rock these keys.
Bring atmosphere's and degrees to the mentally diseased.

(THE CONUNDRUM)

We are the children of a dead star.
Falling from the heavens at magnificent speed.
We these extensions of universal need.
Born and formed we glanced into each other's eyes.
No word for what we felt, just raw primitive emotion.
One touch and I man knew, I would die for you.
Modern times and I in wonder contemplate you.
Your form the basis for my beginnings, I swept along on your sway.
The beats, oh these beats of my heart, I aching for you.
My marrow calling from my bones, brain on drain.
One touch and I, I might explode, spray cream in my dreams.
What a luscious notion, the thought of I inside.
Majestically we ride, moon rising, oceans subsiding.
I Hue-man lost in the emotions, I listening to your sighs.
Once we light traveled in space, shrieking to earth are we found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY