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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

{LETS US MAKE A PORNO}

{LETS US MAKE A PORNO}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS EROTIC ESCAPADE... YOU BETTER LISTEN YOU KNOW I BE BANGIN THAT FUNK...

THE MODEL IS BLACKCHERRY

Lets us... you and I make a porno.
Some of that dirty freaknasty shit that makes you squirm as you watch it... hot desire bubbling all in your belly.



Let me look in the window as you undress, a camera in my hand as you take each tantalizing piece of cloth off.
Such a lovely sight to behold as I tear the screen from the window and you act all surprised... damn woman you so nasty, such a pretty pussy as you show it to me.

Changing panties for Big Daddy to see.

Stand back cause it may get a little rough when I enter the room... all hyped up on the excitement of seeing what plays back on this screen... as I listen to your heightened cries of passion. 
You on your knees as I take what you give...
Show me that pussy... bend on over and show it to me.

Such a nasty ass freak... I wonder if you can see my dick when you look back like that as I drive into the pink of your pretty pussy... give it to me from the front.

From the back.




Upside down.


Your scars only serve to make me want you more... they testify to your willingness to survive and adapt...
To be what you need to be in the face of all things.
I lick them as I fuck... as the camera records.



We bust a screaming nut and I spray cum from your pussy to your chin...
Lets us make a porno my nasty little freak...


Tonight.








Monday, June 18, 2012

[MY BROTHERS]





[MY BROTHERS]
THE MUSIC... AS ALWAYS IT FIT THE PIECE SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/rzqsb30SYXo


We continue on my brothers in these squalid times where our name has been dragged through the dirt and our dreams crushed... where once we built a great nation on our backs hunched over in the sun.
We continue on in the face of these insurmountable odds... mountains that reach to the heavens of white Jesus where so many are found.
Painted as villians while all the while we have been victims of our own infamy... our popularity... as we are absorbed.
We continue on my brothers while forgetting that it is our skin that is the sin as told in the shadow of a burning cross on an immaculate lawn.
While standing in a courtroom full of white faces as the baliff places silver bracelets on black wrists and enslaves yet another brother... just cause he was born poor.
We these trees grown from African seeds in the belly of the beast.
So many who have forgotten that this is a war we fight everyday... girded loins and such.
We continue on my brothers into the infinite future.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, June 15, 2012

[I LIKE HER HAIR] X RATED FYAH


[I LIKE HER HAIR] X RATED FYAH
THE SOUNDTRACK... IT IS MADE FOR THIS PIECE...
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLAE914B90E4EDE907

I am sitting on the bench in front of the park chilling with a couple of the fellows when I see the bus as it makes the turn into the projects. We are smoking a blunt and enjoying the shade of the big oak tree and talking. The bus stops and Rose gets off. She is a few years older than I am and she is in college. I always kick it with her when I see her and I stand in this spot a lot.
She walks to the sidewalk which passes by us as she always does. She has to cause our projects has only one way in and out. That is unless you know where the paths are.  We grow silent because to see her walk by is poetry in motion. She is a modest dresser but even modesty can't hide the fact that she is fine as hell. She sees me and smiles. I have been walking her home and talking to her every day for about a week and a half. Her conversation is solid.
She walks up and before I can say anything she bends down by my foot and lays her books down. I start to bend down to help her and she starts to untie my shoe and ties something on the string. It is her house key She stands up and takes my hand in her and looks at me and say " That's for tonight. Whenever you are ready. " she bends down and picks up her books and her ass looks so good that I want to follow her right now but I am aware that this will take cool points from her and from my boys who sit there with slack jaws. She walks away and it is silent for a minute as me and the fellas appreciate the view and Po Sam says
 " Yoda you gone get that tonight ain't you?" Po Sam is known for asking dumb questions.
"What the fuck you think Po Sam? Damn that's a dumb ass question."
That's how we talk where I'm from.
We sit around all day and talk as I sell weed and Po Sam hustles crack. My other friend who was their is Craig and he is my boy. We study books together. Leviathan 666 and The Isis papers. He pulls me to the side and says "Yoda you know she goes with 6'9"?  6'9" is a dude who is actually 6'9" and he is a drug dealer who has been known to fuck some people up.
"Yeah man I know that shit but Rose got me fucked up bro. You know how I am bout hair."  It is a known fact to all my boys that I have a hair fetish. I don't mean beard and mustache hair. I mean hair on a woman's body and rose is covered in hair. On her legs and arms and I want to see where else.
"I got this Craig."
He looks at me and says "Yeah I know but but be careful."
"All'right bro and quit actin like my mama."
We sit on the bench as the day goes on and we go to the store and buy some beer as more and more of the fellas come to the playground and hang out. Just the average day
It seems that night takes forever to arrive and I wait until a fashionable hour and bid my adieu to the fellas and walk up to Roses apartment which sits on the hill. I knock on the door and no one answers It take a moment before I remember the key and I reach into my pocket and pull it out and slide it into her lock. I open the door and I step into her apartment. This does not look like the projects I think as I close the door behind me. I see her as she walks around the corner and my heart skips a beat she has on a see through night gown and she is so damn fine that My dick jumps to attention. she walks up to me and says "You like?"
"Damn girl, you just made me swallow my gum."
She smiles and pull me to the couch and I sit down as she walks around in that nightgown and I can see the down of hair that covers her body. It is everywhere and I just want to rub her and see if it is as soft as it looks.
She asks me what I drink and I say brandy and she pours us a couple of glasses of Vsop and asks me how I like mine "Straight.?
she fixes her drink and brings me mine and sits down by me with one leg on the couch and one off and I see her pussy pressing against her panties, the bush of her hair and I lean over to kiss her. We tongue for a minute and she stands up and turns on the stereo and starts to dance for me. It is a real slow dance and I am so turned on that all I can do is sit there and enjoy the moment. It is so hypnotic.
She asks me "Have you ever had a massage?"
I am from the projects "I have seen them on T.V."
She stops dancing and walks into the back of the apartment and comes back with a tube of oil and asks me to take off my shirt and she lays a beach towel on the floor and asks me to lay on my stomach. I do and she starts to rub her hands together with oil on them and begins to massage me. My shoulders and my back and she asks me if i can take off my shorts and I do and she massages me all the way to my feet and asks me to turn over. I do and she massages me from the front and it feels so good that I close my eyes and before I know it she has slipped her hand into my shorts and pulls out my dick and starts to suck on it as she remarks on how thick it is. "I can hardly get my hand around it."
I start to moan and she says "Not yet. I want you to massage me."
She stands and pulls off her gown and her panties and lays on her stomach and even from the back I can see her pussy lips poking from the hair. I start to massage her and I am enthralled by the way the oil makes the down on her body lay down. I massage her back and she turns over and I start to massage the front of her and I kiss her nipples and suck them and start to massage her clit. She pulls me on top of her and I slide into her and I grab her ankles and push them back all the way to the bed. she is that flexible.
This makes her pussy stand out and I can see it as my dick slides in and out. She is so tight that I can see her pussy lips as they wrap around my dick and hold it as it goes in and out.
All of a sudden there is a knock on the door and she tells me not to stop. I can see the outline of a very big dude through the curtains but all that does is excite me more as I turn her around and start to pound in her pussy from behind. The knocking at the door quits and I hear a car crank up and leave as I continue to fuck her.
The hair on her body had excited me so much that I get rough as I fuck her and she cries out in pleasure as I try to bend her in half. As I beat her pussy.
She cums and it squirts from her pussy and covers the back of her legs shining in the hair and I drive deep into her as I shoot my cum into her pussy and pull it out and spray the rest all over her back.
We are covered in sweat and oil as we kiss and hold each other breathing hard.
She reaches over and rubs my head as she says. "Lets take a shower together."

Thursday, June 14, 2012

[ODE TO AMERIKKKA] AN OPERA





[ODE TO AMERIKKKA] AN OPERA
THE MUSIC... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN
http://youtu.be/N4YnHUVXLtM


One day the fat lady is gonna sing some dark operatic strains as the walls of Babylon come falling down... sad to say it but one day the past indiscretions will become to much for time to bear and the blood of the innocents will cry from the dirt.
Words spoken to the prophet Ibrahim will take on new light and genesis will occur...
Some body is going to pay for all these things commited in the most holy name of Allah.
The child who is born with the cards stacked againt him.. who can hope to win against those odds?
Babylon has spread her wings and taken flight... swift as the eagle flyeth as her shadow covers the lands...
She spreads pestilence and disease as pieces of she fall and fester, rotting on the floor of humanities field of dreams where the dead are the fertilizer.
So many swept up in the winds that swirl in the wake of her passing... whole continents swallowed in her greed... sweatshops in China and chocolate factories in Africa that feed her need.
In what god doth she trust... could there be a hotter hell?
Painting her face in the colors of peace while causing turmoil... war in Syria ochestrated by her hand... babies blown to pieces in Iraq and Afghanistan... crosses drawn on the bombs.
Africans held in bondage oh so long as Niggers, slaves and African Amerikkans... statistics outlined on a page.
As the fat lady begins to sing in operatic strains and the fire begins to burn.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
 

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

THEE BLACK QUEEN


THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN. THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT...
http://youtu.be/HtlUzZb9Y4U


Again you pound in my psyche... Allah broke the mold when he created you queen.
Prospectively tantalizing in all your shades and tones... color splashed across the canvas.
Baby you aint got to be a stripper on the pole or all bent over... you got my attention.
Created to fulfil my deepest needs... my sex filled fantasies that sometimes threaten to swallow me whole.
Eat my whole soul.
Beat down wit yo hips and thighs... beat down with yo mysterious aura that shines unrestrained.
Chocolate and good black dirt all in your femininity from whence the races came... booming drums across the savage plains.
A message in the Beatdown... Black woman drop it low... drop it low.
I say flo, you say floor... still the same thang as I try to rip these fevered words from all that I know of you.
These things that shake the foundations... shape the foundations.
The earth quakes in the fall of your footsteps so profound thy impact.
Again you pound in my psyche...
Thee oh black queen supreme.

[BLACK LIFE]



[BLACK LIFE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... DO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/Ir4vtUr_YuI



Bout a day ago it was the 60's and my people were involved in the struggle... fighting the powers.
Back when a Panther was protection against the police and Malcolm said by any means necessary... speaking with machine gun precision.
A black mans life made him the victim... born in a strange land of unequality.
Bout a day ago it was the 70's and Malcolm was in the cold hard ground and black power was in the air... Fists pumped in the air testifying to our time here.
Afros, bellbottoms and daishikies... Jim Brown didnt take no shit and Jim Kelly was kickin ass at the drive in right up there on the screen... blaxploitation made gangsters seem cool.

Fat Albert took us to school... Roosevelt Franklin and Richard Pryor on Sesame Street.
Kunte Kinte became Toby at the end of a whip... Fiddler pleaded for his life.
A black mans life grew a little more complicated as he searched for his roots.
Bout a day ago it was the 80's and Cosby had perfect kids... They didn't come round the way.
Afrika Bambaata and the Zulu Nation evolved into medallions... the red, the black and the green emblazened on M.T.V. damn near villified on B.E.T.
Silly depictions of a once great people as they danced for Micky Dees... a commercial situation made to order.

A black mans life took on new meaning as crack was introduced to the people... a new thug nation.
Bout a day ago it was the 90's and a new day had dawned where the elders were no longer respected cause the youth had seen just a little to much... dicks getting sucked in allyways and such.
The drug dealer had become the new corner store and black businesses became a rarity... Asian behind the counter tryin to be what he thought was cool.
Gold tooth grins and visions of Scarface... Gangsta ambitions of taking over the neighborhood while the world moved on.
Courtrooms where lives were takin in the midst of drug wars that continue to this day.
Black life... Black life.
All this black life.