[BITTERSWEET AGONY OF LOVE]

[BITTERSWEET AGONY OF LOVE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. YOU REALLY NEED TO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/pKteUG_erWg

Show me where it hurts so I can absorb your pain... swallow it and leave you whole.

Anew.

When the sun broke over the first day of my life and my world was new this conversation was already scripted on the table of my heart...

Soothing ointment...

Salve for the wounds of a scarred mind.

The agony of all your past that seems to hinder you from seeing the future... for we all have to learn...

To hurt.

Tears falling into a well where so many drink of the salty water... oceans that carry the waters of our emotions...

Sighing as they make landfall.

Bittersweet images of love on the screen of this theatre called living... romance but a vicious cycle... yet we must endure.

Passion and pain so closly entwined that to sever one would kill the other... symbiotically existing in these fragile shells where our emotions threaten to leave us empty husks.

When the sun sets on these lives we all will have known love in whatever form it may chose to come.

Show me where it hurts so I can absorb your pain.

[ DROPS] A COLLAB FEATURING TEASPOON DE PECULIAR TREASURE

[ DROPS] A COLLAB FEATURING TEASPOON DE PECULIAR TREASURE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS DROP OF A DROP...
http://youtu.be/c2JCCEZlXjs


Jerald Murphy -Introduction-■ Can I have a drop of your drop... those words that filter in and out of the matter of your brain. The water of a thousand puddles as I stand drenched in your rain with eyes cast to the skies of our poetic sanity. A moment suspended in your inky depths where the blues are so deep... trailing off into black. Come and invigorate me with the fluid of your nature... can I have a drop of your drop?


Teaspoon De Peculiar Treasure■ My drops are tears stained from the pain that remains from the view of the complicated that is so plain it is outdated. Like a blank piece of paper walled white eggshell. How are you able to notice my motifs & answer my what ifs? And really be able to tell? Written out of the inkpots spilled from the inkwells. Taking a drink from the deepest of wells. Like Noah locked away in the ocean's floor deep in a whale. I am so sick that I am not well. But well traveled kind of beveled as I babble on like a stoneybrook. Glad to be earthbound from what I thought was heaven’s nook. I was really held by hell forsook. The drop fell when I shook. I close my eyes b/c I am afraid to look. Look down & all around cuz I never been this high. Surrounded by cumulus & cirrus clouds in the sky. That divide inside & out also conclude in multitude to multiply. I swear I saw angels the cherubim & seraphim fly by. It felt like I surrendered to slowly die. So my tear drops won't drip dry from lack of supply.

• Teaspoon De Peculiar Treasure■ But run freely b/c of joy you employ. Working so diligently once a man twice a boy. I blush b/c you make me turn into a little girl so coy. Like the color of sequoia

■All from the backdrops Real as in no photoshop. You touch me like apps. I can easily adapt. In or out of season from the wild habitat. You are the quiet after the storms or the worldwinds final stop.

■We can't help but connect even when the winds redirect .You possess the components of all elements the complete 4 set. Making my water do whatever you wanted when wet. Like wind songs It stays on my mind. So I will never forget!




JEARALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND TEASPOON DE PECULIAR TREASURE

[BE MY MODEL] EROTICALLY CHARGED

[BE MY MODEL] EROTICALLY CHARGED

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. AS ALWAYS YOU BETTA LISTEN UP...

http://youtu.be/J4DAhHRxiKI

Its apparent that you know that I like it shy but rough... pull those panties down and model for me.

Show me the magnitude of your skin... all of it... folds, creases and the inside of your outside.

If I seem a little nasty its cause you have invaded the peripherals of my pheromonic harmonics.

I can taste you on the buds of my taste receptors... I can feel you wrapped around the hardness of my thick ass dick.

Let me tone it down a little bit... the beast wants to grab you and push your legs up... invade the pink and pretty of you.

Baby sit back and let me see...

Ahhhh.... a sigh esapes as I peek from hooded eyes... those thighs... those thighs.

Lay back and talk to me, I want to hear your voice as you show me what I like to see... Look into your eyes as I spank your ass cheeks and squeeze your breasts...

Damn I gotta check the beast again cause I fear he has been roused from the slumber of his erotic sleep... wet dreams and room filling screams as he pounds at the walls of your womb.

Spastic convulsions cause he likes to see you when you cum... wet with sweat, wet with dew, wet the bed for me.

Damn the insatiable beast!

Trying to be romantic as I see you in that little skirt... 

Model for me.

[LET ME SEE IT]

[LET ME SEE IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MRk9DEsSM1Q

Here I am spinning out of control wondering what surprises you have in store for me... imagining you naked in a spun dream gleaming with the dew of morning... as intricate as a spiderweb.
I go hard in these definitions of African femininity as the dust settles on the floor of this jungle of thoughts and becomes the dirt from which we are made... birthed anew in the passion of our lust which burns on the horizon like a fire... casting a red glow into the darkness of space.
Here I am contemplating the shape of your booty when it is freed from the confines of those jeans... your breasts as they cascade over the confines of your blouse... ahhhh to see your tattoo.
You are more than the equivalent of all the sums of all the fucked up mathematics as it is taught in western schools... white queens in Egypt... white queens on the arms of prophets... some right wing propaganda told to soothe the savage beast.
Here I am looking at the expanse of your beautiful black skin as it makes me swoon in wondering wonder as I lay on a beach in the warming sun of my mentality...spinning out and into control...
Dizzy as I spin lazily in the aura of you...
Mmm.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[WALKING IN SLEEPY SLUMBER] A ONE WORD TOPIC CHOSEN BY Noma Kofi BaahTHE WORD WAS OBSESSION

[WALKING IN  SLEEPY SLUMBER] A ONE WORD TOPIC CHOSEN BY Noma Kofi BaahTHE WORD WAS OBSESSION
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE...
http://youtu.be/NHkp0niYqLA

Every day a child somewhere wakes up in a ghetto and wishes he could be somewhere else... all these places he hears of where children are free... castles built on the uncertain solidity of shifting sand.
Collapsing into particles of thought that become the silica of our being... hardened like glass... these fragile lives.
Surrounded by the music of these decisions.
Living seems to have become the obsession as so many seek of fountains of youth under the doctors knife and in bottles of medicine that come in unmarked packages.
So many die in ignorant ways while trying to portray an image... False idols and distorted ideals.
Lies told to keep humanity at each others throat... war and desolation on city streets in the heart of democracies where babies are born into poverty.
A smokescreen of insurmountable proportions as the rich control the poor and grow fat and full of the meat of lambs who call themselves flock, the shepherd has become the beast... skin of sheep... heart of the wolf.
Fat cats and hypocrites... bloodsuckers and parisites feeding the obsessions of fattened calves.
Sleepwalking while awake in the ghettos of Babylon.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[STARGAZER]

[STARGAZER]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE AND ITS SUPPOSED TO START THIS WAY... KEEP LISTINING...
http://youtu.be/tts0xCxh8KE


A star hanging in the endless void of space where life surely flourishes on other planets... a ponder to wonder if they think as we.
Endless war and needless death at the hands of supposedly sentiant beings... man so caught up in his ways that he can't see past it.
A hand waved in the dark is still there as you see when it slaps you in the mouth... it hurts just as much.
A ride on the surface of a world as it spins out of control with man as the captain... dead ass drunk with his power.
Burnt embers as the comet of realization strikes the surface with the force of 1,000 nuclear bombs over Hiroshima... shock and awe as waged in the streets of Bagdad.
Poppy fields in Afghanistan where U.S. troops load the planes.
Governments that rape and pillage the weak as endorsed by the church, the temple and the masjid... got to tell the truth, got to show and prove.
Standing under the mantle of the universe on a starlit night on a mass of land staring off into outer space... where all we are is a big blue marble through the eyes of a telescope to an alien scientist.
So much potential controlled by so few as this rock spins round and round a star... reflecting off into space.
The absurdity of the situation still stands... how would man relate to an alien when he can't relate to man.
The stars, the stars, pressing down... pressing down.
The stars, the stars, lifting we up and away.




jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

PHAT PUSSY VISIONZ

THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND...

http://youtu.be/3QKpvGRJ6lM

ALL UP IN MY MIND...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU...PHAT PUSSY VISIONZ...ALL PINK WET AND PRETTY.

AS LOVELY AS A ROSE ON A PRETTY SPRING DAY...AS IT SPREADS ITS PETALS TO RECEIVE  THE SUN...SON???

AS I LICK AT YOUR CLIT AND MAKE IT SWELL...SUCK IT BACK AND FORTH...CUM ON MY TOUNGE...CUM ALL OVER MY FACE.

I SEE YOU ON YOUR KNEES ON THE SIDE OF THE BED...LOOKING AT MY DICK...STROKING IT IN YOUR  MIND AND HANDS...SUCKING TILL MOAN YOUR NAME.

I GROW SO DAMN HARD...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU.

LEGS PUSHED BACK TILL THEY TOUCH THE BED WITH ME STANDING UP IN THAT CUNT...RAMMING MY DICK INTO THE SLIPPERY DEPTHS OF YOU RECEPTIVE WOMB.

CRYING OUT IN PAIN...BEFORE YOU ERUPT IN RAPTURE...LITTLE FAIRIES AND STARS DANCE IN YOUR HEAD.

PULSATING AND BEATING LIKE A MARCHING BAND AS I STROKE THAT PUSSY WITH MY SOAKING HAND.

I WAKE UP IN A HAZE...LOST IN THOUGHTS OF YOU