[SUN RISING... SON RISING]

[SUN RISING... SON RISING]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/Cj3M779Hc_w


Sun rising... Son rising, we as one across the horizon, we the rays.
Links in the melanin of our darkened skin as we disperse across the diaspora...
Knowledge in the sonlight... so warming... so soothing as the seeds absorb life.
Sun rising... Son rising, we glance to the east from whence it all came, in Amerikkka we glance across the dead sea.
The bones of our ancestors ground into sand... 
Across the waters to where our heritage was raped and burnt to the ground...
Dug from the ground and sold in jewelry stores to dead mentalities... ghetto casualties.
Sun rising... Son rising, we who heed the voice of the higher plan which is written in the stars... the burning surface of these sons.
Secrets alluded to but never disclosed to any but those who belong, those who have commited so much wrong.
War in the name of the church... the name of Allah.. Israeli governments that bomb whole neighborhoods.
The enemy tricked out in the guise of the victim... the victim called the enemy.
Sun rising... Sun rising, philosophising on hot summer days in the country of Babylon.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

ARTISTICALLY NASTY STILETTO SOLILOQUY IN MURPHY D

ARTISTICALLY NASTY STILETTO SOLILOQUY IN MURPHY D

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SWIRL...

http://youtu.be/Z1ibUlSDjkw

ALL I KNOW ABOUT THE MODEL IS THAT SHE IS JAMAICAN AND HER NAME IS LEANNE

I tend to find myself smitten by one thus as thee

Such a beautiful flower as thou dost groweth in the garden... Smitten am I.

Unwind for I as I spin a vivid stiletto soliloquy in Murphy D...

All over mind screen sociology dropped to the umpteenth degree..

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Thy art the ambrosia...

Thine art the implosion ...

The big bang in matter of grey...

Show me.

A sigh is released, a breath inhaled as I reel at the sight of your femininity...

The beautiful art of it all...

The cosmic implications and all the possibilities  

A second as I catch glimpses of the fountain of human existence.

Such a magnificent flower doth bloom in the moonlight...

Petals that flutter in the breeze.

We.. you and I universally lingering in the spirals of our nappy hair...

Constellations and clusters...

Nebulae and supernovas...

We are as we be.

Show me.

Let the fruit hang from the branches of your tree...

Enticingly sweet and oh so juicy...

Smitten by the sight of stilettos and Africanity...

Thus art thee as we ride 4 inches high on the heels of all this primalinity.

Let me cum in... let me cum in...

[WE A WRITE]

[WE A WRITE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/7FKpYzYXRd0




We who weave the sensual and delve into the reality... we who who owe a higher debt to society.
We who see...
If ever there was a line we crossed it bout a week ago... we be writers... Seen?
These are the pieces of of our soul as they fall from our conscripted hearts... collectively.
We who cry tears of ink... bleed blood of ink.
We these writers... Seen?
If we have dreams we put them into these alphabetic forms that are read by the generations of man.
Played out on stages and IMAX video screens in the heart of all of this insanity.
We rain, we rain fyah... we rain water in words of ablution... clean the ozone.
We writers who write speeches for politicians filled with lies... spin the news... pick the dumbest nigger.
Castles built of sand giving in to the sea.
We be writers... Seen?
We write down prison walls and crack houses... we write down invisible fences and impenetrable barriors placed so long ago.
We a sound the alarm... Wake the sleep...
Seen?




JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[WIT YO BIG THICK ASS] EROTICAL

[WIT YO BIG THICK ASS]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS THRILLER...

http://youtu.be/yuHH0kcFcso

THE MODELS NAME IS Danesha Marquel

I want to bust all over your big ass...

I don't mean that shit in a fucked up way...

Quite the contrary...

it is a form of praise.

Show me dat big ol ass.

Damn!!!

I likes it thick...

Show me more.

Show me freaky...

Mmmm... mmm ... mmm.

I think I just blew a fucking fuse...

Such a lasciviously enticing dish as it is laid out and spread...

A lick at the petals...

A flicker of a finger on thy bud.

You are going to make me nut...

Thick ass unique.

Dick harder than titanium on a cold day...

I freeze momentarily as I recognize the magnitude of all this body in my sight.

Sniff at the scent that thy elicit...

Lion to the lioness and all that.

Spread that thang for me...

Whew motherfuckin we!!!

All over dat big pretty ass.

[ANTI TYPICALLY]

[ANTI TYPICALLY] AN INTERLUDE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS INSIGHT...
http://youtu.be/5ifnPIVgiJw

TO SEE ME AS ANY ONE THING IS TO UNDERESTIMATE ME...

A CHAMELEON AS I ROAM THE LANDSCAPE OF ALL THINGS...

MANIFESTLY.

AFRICAN TO THE VERY CORE.

I BE'S A POET SEE?

BORN IN A CITY IN GEORGIA SEE?

DONE SEEN A LOT WHILE LIVING 360...

KNOWLEDGE ON THE SURFACE OF THE WATER...

THE SKIN OF IT... SEE?

AS I ABSORB AND TRY TO SEE IT ALL I WONDER IF AT BIRTH I WAS TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL CAUSE I AM STILL HERE...

THAT'S ABOUT AS REAL AS IT GETS...

GUN FIRE AND BLADES OF STEEL...

 WINGS OF SERAPHIM  BEATING IN THE NIGHT.

HERE WE ARE

STANDING AT THE PERIMETER OF WORLD EVENTS...

THESE THINGS THAT UNFOLD BEFORE THESE VERY EYES...

DREAMS OF LOVE THAT DRIFT ON THE RAYS OF MORNING SUNS IN JULY...

THESE AFRICAN BIRTHS OF ALL THESE NOTIONS.

TO THINK THAT I DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS TO MAKE A FATAL MISTAKE...

I HEAR YOU KNOCKING ON MY DOE...

MR MAN... MR MAN STANDING ON THE SQUARE...

SHARPENED IN THE FIRES OF THE GHETTO WHERE THE RICH COME TO TRICK AND SCORE BLOW...

WHERE SOME CHILDREN SEE TO MUCH AT VERY YOUNG AGES AND JAIL IS A RITE OF PASSAGE.

WHERE THE PROPHETS ORIGINATED AND WARRIORS ARE BORN...

I CARRY THIS SWORD... THESE WORDS.

THIS IS MY LIFE... THIS WEIGHT I BEAR.

ROAR OF THE LION AS WORDS BECOME THE METHOD OF TRAVEL...

PEN MIGHTIER THAN ANY SWORD...

VOLUMES OF VOLUME...

A ROAR INTO OUTER SPACE...

A ROAR INTO THE SPACE BETWEEN BLOOD CELLS...

SIGNS AND SYMBOLS ETCHED INTO THE STRUCTURE OF WHOLE SOCIETIES...

CARVED INTO MASONRY...

SEE ME... SEE YOU.

I AM THE ANTI TYPICAL...

THE LOOSE RADICAL...

THE MONKEY WRENCH IN THE WORKS...

ALL THESE THINGS AND SO MUCH MORE AM I.

HAMZAH FARUQ AKA JERALD MURPHY AKA THE LION ETC... VIDEO. DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE

THIS IS IT. A HAMZAH FARUQ PSYCHO SCIENTIST PRODUCTION...
CLICK ON THE LINK...
http://youtu.be/4ZwTfXuzCmg

[DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE]

[DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...BETTA LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/crBgxmJlB_0


A moment as I digress into the molecular structure of your melanin... that place where man is lost and found in the atmosphere of all these emotions.
Dizzy from the lusciousness of your presence as we inhabit this planet together.
Revolve on the surface of a big blue marble suspended in space.
Water the element... fire the element.
Such a vivid vision on a barren plain... a splash of color on a blank page.
Bim Ya!!!
As we exist in the existence of our existence.
Where we were is where we are at on a spiritual level... never to forget the sacrifices made to assure our survival.
Flowers, seeds and fruit.
Forgive me if I tend to ramble in my recollection, so many years have we been apart while standing together... naked in the eyes of the world.
Whipped and chained into submission while being sold the dream of freedom...
Where once I sang a song ... Oh my queen... oh my queen... this here world ain't quite what it seems.
Where once an African mother gave birth to children on stolen land...
We the result of all this activity living at the end of these times... the beginning of the future.
I exist in the molecular structure of the melanin of African empresses as we spin in and out of control...
Revolutions and revelations as the world rotates...
I digress.