[MEMBRANES]

[MEMBRANES]
the music for this one...betta listen
http://youtu.be/WBZ0BR1RLU8

Sun beatdown into my melanin... the whole of my blackness as I sweep across the land.
Ashes to ashes in 360 degrees of overstanding... gods and earths.
Kings and queens...
Sun beatdown into my arteries where the blood flows in rivers and streams and carries living scriptures... the DNA of free radicals.
Reincarnated in these ABC's... these modern hieroglyphical scribbles on an electronic wall in the midst of the pharoahs city.
Niggers and niggerettes lost with no compass.
Sun beatdown and light the way as every cornerstone bears a clue... lost knowledge of melchezidek priest of the most high order.
Wisdom of Solomon and Menelik... Hannibal and Shaka... Malcolm and Marcus... black warriors and nubian knights.
Pimped and punked at the end of a whip called education.
Sun beatdown and wake me tomorrow cause I got to breakout and tell this story...
Penetrate some membranes.
Got to breakdown this beatdown.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DEEP BASS LOVE SYMPHONY]

[DEEP BASS LOVE SYMPHONY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... you better listen for the whole effect...
http://youtu.be/-6bbM5HZz5c

Your notes fall into my blues... lift me into my highs...
So lilting in quality.
I am wound into the all of it all by the strains of your song... a deep breath of it all.
Energy of the cosmos that plays in the lyrical cleffs of this suspended symphony.
Play your mystic music as I sway to the ancient beat... 
A warrior drifting in the crashing crescendos as they they erupt from the skin of the drums...
Thump,thump... Thump,thump... heartbeats beating in unison.
Walking across the golden sands of time where our story is the history of man... prostrations made in transcendent states of existence.
Let the music play... defining and refining as it falls on ears that are always open...
Let it play as the days and years progress into the future...
Where we will be reborn through our seed and fruit...
Notes so lilting in their quality.

"I DONT BITE" BY TYWANA HARMON FEATURED WRITER AT THE LIONS DEN

"I DONT BITE" BY TYWANA HARMON FEATURED WRITER AT THE LIONS DEN

OKAY FROM NOW ON WE ARE GOING TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT HERE AT THE LIONS DEN. I WILL BE FEATURING WRITERS WHO I CHOOSE OR WHO COME TO ME REQUESTING A FEATURE.
THE FIRST WRITER THAT WE ARE GOING TO SEE IS TYWANA HARMON A VERY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHO I MET SOME TIME AGO AND HAVE DONE A FEW COLLABS WITH. SO WITHOUT ALL THE HOOPLA NORMALLY ASSOCIATED WITH SUCH AN EVENT I PRESENT TYWANA HARMON.

[I DONT BITE]
the music for this piece...
http://youtu.be/AIlSjWxuTYU

the perfectlicker

I don't bite.....

I suck and swallow.....

grippn' my hair to tight......

just makes me gargle.....

I don't kiss....

I lick and spit......

grabbin' my tits.....

just makes me want to.....

I don't ride....

I bump and grind.....

smackin' my behind....

just makes my pussy do cart wheels while I straddle.......

I don't scream.....

I whisper and moan.........

so allow me to put on my grown.......
ridin' and grindin' things
sippin' and grippin' him
I don't bite..though....
I suck and I swallow....
kinky when prompted to......
aggressive in my queendom.....
moving more than mountains......
so whip out that d***.....
my middle name is 4play......
L.O.L. you gone learn today!!!!!

[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