THICKNESS. A REPOST
PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XwoE1YfJBc
THE FIRST TIME I POSTED THIS PIECE IT GOT OVER 250 COMMENTS..I DONT KNOW WHY..BUT HERE IT IS AGAIN.

I LOVE THAT THICKNESS THAT YOU DISPLAY... ALL THAT SKIN TO RUB... ALL THAT ASS TO...HOLD.

SPREAD THOSE THICK LEGS AND LET ME LICK THOSE THIGHS BEFORE I SNIFF AT THAT CLIT AND TAKE IT INTO MY MOUTH.

AS YOU TO CLOSE THEM AROUND MY HEAD AND CRY...CRY IN THE JOY OF RELEASE.

BEND OVER AND LET THAT PUSSY DROP BETWEEN YOUR LEGS... SHOW IT TO ME BEFORE YOU TURN AROUND AND LICK...MY HEAD.

TAKE ME IN YOUR MOUTH AS I LOOK AT ALL THAT BODY THAT IS MY PLAYGROUND OF LUST.

THOSE BREASTS SO BIG AND FULL OF LIFE...BIG OL NIPPLES THAT MAKE ME TRY TO TAKE BOTH OF THEM IN MY MOUTH.

I LOVE THAT THICKNESS THAT YOU DISPLAY...LAY ON THE FLOOR AND LET DADDY...PLAY.

SO MUCH TO ENJOY...SO MUCH TO SAVOR...THICK WOMAN YOU GOT THAT FLAVOR.

LET ME SPANK THAT ASS AND WATCH IT JIGGLE AND SHAKE...BEFORE I UNLEASH THIS...EARTHQUAKE.

A BIG JUICY VISION AS MY DICK GROWS SO HARD...STRAINING TO REACH THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB.

AS YOUR LEGS BECOME TREE TRUNKS RAISED TO THE SKY...ME BETWEEN THEM STRECHING YOUR LIPS APART.

LICKING YOUR NECK...YOUR NIPPLES...YOUR HEART.

STRETCH MARKS THAT BEAR WITNESS TO YOUR FERTILITY...AS I PLACE MY SEED IN YOU...HOLLERING IN RELEASE.

I LOVE THAT THICKNESS THAT YOU DISPLAY...BIG THICK WOMAN THOU ART.

LIONS SONG

LIONS SONG...1ST CHAPTER OF MY BOOK. A REPOST
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...ACTUALLY THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL34E84C5990D7B50B

ONE OF MY MAIN INTENTS FOR WRITING WAS TO CREATE NEW AFRICAN HERO'S. SOMETHING TO COUNTER THE NEGATIVE IMAGES OF US...THE JIGABOO SYNDROME. THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN ALL OF THE STORIES THAT I HAVE DONE.

As I walk away from the burning building the screams and shouts of the slaves meld with the crackling of the fire. The slaves who see me look at me with terror in their eyes and most run away, the others fall to their knees . Across my shoulder  I carry the gold and money that came from the footlocker in the house. I am not worried about what they will say because most of them will swear they saw a haint or ghost. My face and my body are painted white with ash. All  that I wear  is a loin cloth and a leather pouch which is around my neck. My feet are in sandals. As soon as I leave the yard of the house I melt into the woods that run along the road. I can still hear the screams of the slaves and the frantic cries of the animals in the barn as the smell of the smoke reaches them.

As I walk I think back to another time, a time when I was younger. This too was a time of screams but they were the screams of my people. The raiders who came into our village came with no mercy or remorse. They killed almost every man who rose to fight them off. I can still see the look on my mothers face as she told my sister and I to run away and hide. I did not listen for I thought that I was a man. I had just completed the training that turns boys into men and I was a man or so I thought. I saw the men falling from the sticks that sang like thunder and I ran out with my spear and my shield. I saw my father as he swept one of the men from the strange zebra and thrust his spear into his heart. My father looked at me and then his eyes stretched wide as he fell across the man he had just killed  I ran towards him and was almost to him when I was hit from behind and knocked unconscious.

I woke to a living hell, fire blazed from every hut in the village and the bodies of the dead were piled up like blankets in the center of the village. The women and children were herded together and placed in chains I did not see my mother but my sister was there, she was crying and I tried to move to her but I was chained to a stake in the ground. the old people  were herded together and shot. The women were stripped of their clothing and many were raped right in front of our eyes. If they resisted they were killed. As I looked around I saw that I was not the only young man to be spared, there were about thirteen of us chained to stakes in the ground.The white demons shouted things at us that we did not understand and they had two black men with them that spoke their tongue and ours. Eventually we were all chained together and led on a long march to the ships that carried us to this country.

At this time my thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of horses and I crouch behind a tree as they pass by. I hear one of the white men say to the other. "Goddamn billy you reckon they got out okay, do you see the size of that thar fyar?'

"Shit yeah Claude!" says the other white man.

There are a least six horses on the road but this is all the conversation I hear as they thunder past my hiding place. I continue moving through the woods and I start to relive the events of the past night. I arrived in this area around two days ago and established my campsite, it was at this time that I made contact with the slave whose family sent me to get him. He wanted to be free, I would free him, it was as simple as that. There were 6 other slaves who wanted to leave with him. this was no problem I would help them all.

I have learned that the best diversion is something that is totally unexpected, hence the fire. I've also learned that the main factor in the capture of many runaways is the descriptions given by the masters to the authorities, I have a remedy for that. After I was sure that the house was asleep I snuck into the room and made my way to the masters bedroom a slave was asleep at the foot of his bed. In most instances the slave who sleeps in the masters bedroom is as dangerous as an attack dog, so I simply slit his throat. The master woke up as his slave thrashed on the floor and I put him back to sleep with a well placed lick to his head.I then tied him up and went down the hall to where his wife was and I gagged her and tied her up as well. I did the same for his son a boy of about ten years of age.

I was then able to move about the house rather freely. The wife's slave was one of the slaves who was leaving with me and she had given me an excellent layout of the house. The only other slave around was the cook and she slept in a closet in the kitchen and she was half deaf.

I tied the master to a chair and did the same for his wife and son. I placed them across from him and removed his gag he began to curse at me at the top of his voice. "nigra this and nigra that. Even as he cursed me I could see the fear in his eyes at seeing an African man in his house. I asked him where his gold and money was and he continued to curse at me it was at this time that I dragged his sons chair into the hall. I then came into the room and stripped his wife of her clothes. When she was naked I stood her up and I treated her much as a slave on the auction block is treated. I caressed her nipples and then I made her sit down with her legs spread wide in front of him. He continued to yell and scream until I slit her throat. At this point he started to beg for his sons life and his. I asked him where the money was one more time and he told me I went and got it and I walked back in the room and killed him, I then went into the hall and killed his son. This seed would go no further. I then set the house on fire and walked away.

The slaves who are with me will not be missed for some days, all records of them are gone in the fire. I reach our camp and cleanse myself. This has been my eleventh mission. And I am the Lion.

PIMPED AND PLAYED

[PIMPED AND PLAYED] A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY Organick Storm. THE WORD WAS ARROGANT.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/IazLexjFpsQ

From the relative safety of glass towers that reach into the skies and prove the power of man..where the lives of the masses are drawn up on a board...pie diagrams and percents.
From rooms in the vatican and the heart of the southern baptist church where truths are overlooked because these men decide so.
Arrogant notions of knowing what is best for the populace as men kill each other with guns and call the name of Allah... the name of god.
Crosses of gold that hang on chains and mark the spot where a body dropped in the midst of urban warfare...crumbled buildings that testify to the power of mans disregard for the beauty of life.
So many that live in opposition to the words as they are written in holy books...I dont think Allah meant that...Jesus woulda understood.
Homosexuals in church...suicide bombers in Saudi Arabia...missles that rain from Israeli helicopters on houses full of children in the holy land.
Secret societies where the knowledge is kept from the common man as masons sit at the right hand of preachers and denounce teachers...while robbing the community blind.
Pass that collection plate again...papa needs a new cadillac...feed the congregation some of that mental similac.
As prophecy fullfils itself and man is consumed.
In arrogance.

HAMZAH FARUQ

THAT BEAUTIFUL DREAM

I think this little piece here needs an introduction. The other day I talked to the girl I had my first all out crush on. Our mothers were friends and I the young whippersnapper was her brothers friend. Yet I was smitten by her the first time I saw her and that infatuation led to a recurring dream that repeated itself into my teen years. Why am I telling you all this? Well because I told her about how I felt about her when I could'nt tell her and I also told her that I was going to write about it cause I think that I can paint a pretty picture with it. There is so much innocence in this tale.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO KAREN THURMAN...
[THAT BEAUTIFUL DREAM OF SO LONG AGO]
THE MUSIC...THIS SONG WAS RELEASED AROUND THE LAST TIME I HAD THE DREAM.
http://youtu.be/w-l5FyA3pgo

Across the flowing green grass that waves in the wind there lies a tower jutting into the sunlit sky.
Dappled bricks that look good and strong.
Here we stand at the perimeter in the shadow of the trees looking at each other...joy in our soul.
I am dressed in my knightly robes and you wear a gossamer baby blue dress.
The breeze blows and I see it swirl... such an apparation art thou.
You are the reason that I call women queen and empress as I strum this drop...a modern day bard in a modern world.
All the things that I have seen you have been there as well.
As we run across the field and into the yellow flowers...butterflies and dragonflys flicker in peripheral vision.
Holistic and pure as the beating of a heart in a humans chest...gift of Allah.
A dragon in the sky as we soar to the heavens and reach out to touch the clouds...laugh at their spray.
May these things never end as reality starts to take its toll...Opened eyes and the scream of sirens.
We open the door and stand at the threshold as we kiss...My first kiss in a dream or anywhere and I appreciate the taste of your lips my empress.
For I must leave today and confront this world where the battle rages across the plains of my peoples being.
This tower shall be your home as I visit you from time to time.
So vivid this dream...So vivid this dream.

hamzah faruq

OH MY GOOODDDNESS

[OH MY GOOODDDNESS!!!] A REPOST FROM MY OTHER PAGE

THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/8DOW3n2DLo4

GIRL YOU DONE MADE ME BLOW A FUSE!!! WHERE IS THAT DAMN BREAKER BOX???
COULD SOMEBODY GET A TECH OVER TO THE LEFT CEREBRAL CORTEX OF MY BRAIN AND FIX THIS FOR ME PLEASE.
I LIKE THE WAY THAT THING HANGS IN THE FABRIC OF THAT ONE PIECE BOUT TO MAKE ME TURN LOOSE ALL THESE SOLDIERS IN MY PANTS...HANGING SO PHAT AND JUICY...
LIKE FRUIT.
PUT IT PON I TOUNGE...PUT IT PON I HEAD...PUSH AGAINST THE RESISTENCE...ME A WANT TO COME IN...CUM IN.
SEE IT WHEN YOU BEND OVER AND IT GRIPS THE MEAT OF ME.... MAKING ME WANT TO SPANK THE MOUNDS OF BOOTYLICIOUSNESS THAT LIE SPREAD BENEATH THE VISIONALITY OF I.
GRAB YOUR NIPPLES AS I RIDE THAT ASS...YEEEEE MUTHERFUCKING HAW...A BLACK COWBOY ALL UP IN THE SADDLE...NONE OF THAT BROKEBACK FOR ME.
I HOPE YOU BEEN DOING YOUR KEGLE EXERCISES CAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO NEED THEM WHEN I GET HOLD TO YOU...SOME BUTT NAKED NASTY ASS THANGS IS GONNA HAPPEN...SOME OF THAT SHIT THAT YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS WITH STARS IN YOUR EYES.
A PILLOW IN THE SEAT AT WORK...A HOT SHOWER WHEN YOU GET HOME...BETTA GET SOME REST CAUSE I AM GONNA BEAT THAT PUSSY SORE.
I NEVER WAS ONE TO MINCE MY WORDS...THAT SHIT IS FOR PIMPS AND PLAYAS AND I AINT NEITHER ONE OF THEM.
WHAT I AM IS A NASTY FREAKY BEAST AND YOU DONE MADE ME BLOW A FUSE.
WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THAT BREAKER BOX???


HAMZAH FARUQ

LIFE SPAN 46 YEARS

[LIFE SPAN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...YOU BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MTSxHcs5Kvo

46 years of being misrecognized and stigmatized as these things pass by my third eye.
Allah on a streetcorner in my tormented mind dropping gems and visions of better times.
Would that my fellow man gain visualization and see past the veil of deceit...a wall erected by the beast.
In mens minds.
46 years of fears and tears...46 years of struggle and strife...fighting 3 life sentences took a year of my life...a jail cell in Tallahassee.
Al Quran and revelations of Allah as the days continued to pass by on the outside...A whole year of my babies lives.
As we grew futher and futher apart.
Grow my children...Grow.
46 years of being sold lies of love and pigfoot dreams in bologna commercials ...cause its all ground up...who knows whats up in there?
Born Colored, started school a Negro, was Black for a minute, now African American is the preferred term as these things repeat thenselves
46 years of putting a 360 degree spin on all these partial truths while trying to show and prove... a Maroon in a land that was alluded to by a Moor in ancient times.
We came before Columbus and Plymouth rock and all that bullshit that is taught in institutions of higher learning where lower forms are sought.
A bridge to a galaxy within where the planets revolve in accordance to Allahs laws...souls of dust and water flowing back to the universe.
So many things in 46 years where blood has been seen pooling on city sidewalks as bodies grew cold and hard...where I awoke to hold my dead child in these hands.
Why oh angel why?
46 years of walking in a throng alone as my mind digresses and alludes to other things right before the eye... hidden in plain veiw.
Walls erected in the cellular structure of we.
As eye see.
Eye be.
Walk with me.