[HYPERPSYCHEDELICVELOCITYF
ILLEDVISUALITYINDUCEDSEXUA
LLY]THE MUSIC FOR THIS VISUAL... DONT MISS IT...
http://youtu.be/
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A scroll of you in the center of the binary of my hypervelocity... butt naked and nasty on them sheets.
Wet me up.
Splashes of your juices on my thighs... raining on my toes.
You become mine in the doggy style ride that I give you on the side of the bed.
Damn them lips got my imagination going wild... both sets.
A real hard situation as I try to cause you heart palpations... STATTTT!!!
Electricity sparles and crackles in the dark as I touch your skin all up in the receptors of my receptivity.
Tingles and soaring sensations... woofers, tweeters and bass drums pounding in the cellular structure of my blood cells.
Lay back and spread that pink and let me read the walls of your tunnel with the head of my...
I see your past and your future as you reveal yourself to me... fluidly fluid as it trickles down the backs of your thighs and I lick it away.
A fucking beast as I lie you into reality on this page, a lingering scribe of all that that thickness does to me.
You got me real fucked up internally and externally as I see you all laid out and free... all up in my outer space.
Hyperpsychedelicvelocityfilledvisualityinducedsexually.
HAMZAH FARUQ
[SCREAMING IN THE KEY OF FREE ] WORDS SUBMITTED BY MY READERS...THANK YOU GUYS.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... DONT SLEEP ON IT...
http://youtu.be/5B5r_1LvhSQ
In our infinitesimal existence where we worry over the most insignifigant things and blow them all out of proportion.
Trapped in orchestrated ignorance as the conductor wildly waves his baton... the rise and swell of segments of the population... joined in choir.
Living in pedurable stages of development... stagnation of the masses, cringing in fear... cowering in darkened corners of fragile mentalities.
Such a sensual blend as words become the medium for development... leaping from electronic pages... beamed from space.
Saturating phrases uttered from the ranks of the imperious that calm and sedate the deaf, dumb and docile in imperceptable ways.
Right in their smiling faces... behind their turned backs.
Around and around in flexuous variability as the days they seem the same.
Repeatedly repetitive... lost in the monotonous key of mind slavery.
We these ephemeral beings who inhabit this space so briefly...
Fading away.
WORDS SUBMITTED BY:
Mashawn Mickels: sensual
SeNiece D'Mai H: perdurable and ephemeral
Summaiyah Rashaud: monotonous
Jazzi Sol: imperious
Jem Bryan: flexuous
King Shakur: ignorance
HAMZAHFARUQ
[ERO... TIQUE] JUST LIKE THAT
THE MUSIC OOOOO WEEEEEE...
http://youtu.be/mfbXdHwKeUc
Chocolate on my mind... sunday morning revivals of an erotic scream.
A melt into the pores that sweats back onto your skin...dribbles of caffe latte and cappucino cream.
Baby I dont want to rhyme but thats the way you rip my seam it seems.
Rivers of chocolate... Willie wonka and thangs... little bitty woman midgets... lifted up and spinning round on my...
Thick and thin... deeply rooted in the nature of your essence.
Open thyself to me... brown to pink as I dwell in the blossoms of your lotus... the petals of your punani.
That goody good.
I tawt I taw a puddytat, I know you seen it too.
A romp in the sweetness of Africanity that fills this lustful insanity.
Some cocoa bean queen drumbeats that subsonically erupt from our flesh as we play dat funky music.
Put dat beat down.
Come my chocolate melt all on me.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[BLACK CHILD VERSIONALLY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SPIT...
http://youtu.be/mpfPMa5zm1c
As I walk these asphalt streets I see glimpses of my grandmother and grandfathers in the field of memories vision.
It seems the road grows longer as the end runs together peripherally on the horizon.
The place where I was born is now an empty lot where it seems the dirt has forgotten that I was born a subhuman as defined by Amerikkan law.
Laws changed to late to stop a child from being born to a young woman alone... waiting for a midwife as the pain overtook her.
A baby who came into the world with a cord wrapped around his neck as white children were treated to the best of care... in white hospitals.
People who say I am uptight... people who say that I am a racist.
So the fuck what???
The same things are happening today that happened in reconstruction courtrooms and classrooms.
Scared ass nigger raise your brainwashed permed ass head and look to the east cause when they say all knowledge came from there they are talking of your ancestors.
Nappy hair and vast kingdoms... hidden pyramids and false timelines... western history with no mention of its origination as they came down from caves.
I saw the first light of life with an umbilical cord wrapped round my neck.
Been fighting every since running on the fumes of black power and racial pride.
20th century black baby loosed pon a white society in a new millenium.
I have not forgotten and I lost my ability to forgive.
So we are born and so must we live... until all comes to pass.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[METABLASTER]
the music for this piece...
http://youtu.be/YvRglJwtGIM
Moon in the sky as clouds drift by in transparency and a warm breeze carresses skin epidermically... soothing to the flow of chi.
A picture painted in the studio of Allah and displayed in magnificent majesty on a massive degree... a glimpse at infinity... Odes to divinity
The sounds of sleeping leaves as they rustle in response to a wind which began in Africa as a sneeze... from a lion.
A ride on the thoughts of a scribe as the clouds hazily float off to parts unknown and assume new forms.
The milk of the way that is made of stars and planets rotating spirally... we but a spot on the grand scale.
Life for a man or woman but a blip as billions of years become the measurement... e=mc squared.
Interdimensional beings trapped in mind slavery willingly.
Earths held prisoner by misled suns on a blue rock in heavy rotation... living a top 40 radio station situation.
Lessons achieved in the darkness that fills the space where stars more massive than the sun are but specks of light.
Revealed in the key of chi.
Solar visually.
hamzahfaruq
[DEEPLY] A COLLABORATION WITH Tywana Poeticallyversed Harmon
THE MUSIC FOR THIS COLLABORATION...
http://youtu.be/74Zjwg797So
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You make me see deeply... a spiral staircase to the attic of my brain.Sun filtering through the dust on the windows.Sun in the dust that rises at the fall of my feet.Swirling in miniature replications of universes... refracting light as moons and stars spin by. You make me see.
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You draw out of me true purity ..... a perplexity of centuries lost beams of light through time and through space shining on my window pane.stars risen from within calling to mewhy does it all have to so complexed though with these representations of we I am truly blessed.. through you I can see true purity
H
A look into the spiritual of you where your fire burns... I a moth to flame. Intoxicated by the flickers of color as they dance before these eyes. Playing at the darkness that pushes at the edges waiting to swallow away the light. Eat it whole. I look to you
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A pulling out of me things of heard of, only for you to hold. Intoxications ……intoxicated by you joys of being drunk under the influence of you, what once was in darkness is now brought to light playing with fire never felt so right. Burned to be blessed through you is true purity
HAMZAHFARUQ AND TYWANA HARMON
[NO RESPECT] DEDICATED TO MY SISTER Naressa Allen.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/2FCYutgffcw
Lets talk about the word respect as it relates to the black man and woman...not just the one who sits in the high places and forgets his peoples plight.
Standing behind the glass and steel as it glints in the eyes of the common man who is so blinded by the gleam that he falls to bended knee... a slave to the inhumanity.
Black men still suffer for the ancient things that preachers tell them they should forget about... color of Jesus... wanting to be free.
Nat Turner, Marcus Garvey, Toussant Le'overture, Malcolm X and Barack Obama as the press puts a fresh ink stain on the page.
A smear across a mans good name.
So easy to fall from the graces and into the pits where poverty welcomes all with open arms... rotting teeth.
It seems the only time that an African man can get some respect is when he is kissing some ass and licking some damn boots.
Cause he better not tell the truth or he will be labled an angry black man... accused of hostility... scorned and ridiculed.
Overlooked by the very people who he tries to awake... scandalized and satanized.
No respect as lies and truth meet on the road to infamy which though laid by black hands has a white line that divides.
A nation of conquered souls who have lost all respect... victims of our success... victims of our past... lost in the books of His-story.
Disrespected.
hamzahfaruq
