[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/em0stb6BFoU

Woman so complex... Makes a man wonder, makes a man ponder.

Woman echoing in the framework of all that we are... all that we will become.

We these babes that grow from a womans love, her hate and scorn.

So many take for granted her complexity, lost in lies of Adam and Eve... Mary Magdalene

Apples and trees... seven veils and Knights Templer.

Woman you intrigue as your tale is weaved across the span of human existence...

Drips and drops of you in melodic tones falling from singing lips.

Ebony and pecan tan skin tones as scribed on your surface... carved into your skin.

Beauty begins within.

Woman for you have boys became men... made transitions and manifested...

Black butterflies spreading drying wings and flying off into the rays of the distant sun.

Slaves to your charms.

Islands of plenty glowing on the horizon as we the ships float in the vacuum of so much dead space...

In the blackest of night where even what is revealed is hidden... in the forest of mankinds laws.

Woman you have the ability to build and create... destroy and tear down... soothe the savage mind.

Whole nations exist in your passing... in your awakening.

Lost in the complexity of your complexion.

Intentionally.

[HISTORIC SCROLL]OR LETS BUST IT DOWN TO THE LAST COMPOUND

[HISTORIC SCROLL]OR LETS BUST IT DOWN TO THE LAST COMPOUND
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/2FCYutgffcw


Where once you thought you had crushed our story.. buried it in a white Bible... trampled it beneath Manifest Destiny.
We arise in new times the random factor in a bowl of frosted flakes... truth has been twisted into lies to keep the masses appeased... Whole congregations lost on bended knees... eyes cast upwards to false representations of heaven and mans origins... speaking in tongues and falling in the aisles.
Slobbering on hog and drinking legal liquer as sold at the corner store... lost in Babylon as black children die a little inside everyday.
On the sidewalks and under the trees... standing in the face of all this opposition... so many who think that slavery was their beginning... forgetting that without Africa there would be no here and now.
Running to the polls to vote cause you been told so... Obama has done the same thing that every other president did... gave us his ass to kiss after we swole the polls.
This is not our system and thats why we seem to never rise democratically or republican... conservatively or liberally... in fantasy or literally.
A black man on the evening news is more than likely appearing in a mugg shot... in a sitcom the buffoon... a reality show the loud black bitch.
In the ghettos our words are starting to take hold... teachers roaming among the poor who speak of majestic societies in times past... majestic societies in mans future...
And you thought you had crushed our story.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[DARK DAYS COME OUR WAY]OR WHY DOES INSANITY KEEP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR?

[DARK DAYS COME OUR WAY]OR WHY DOES INSANITY KEEP KNOCKING ON MY DOOR?
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/guN02lfVLF4


When a child we have no idea of the things which we will face... the treachery of life.
The joy, the pain...  pleasure and turmoil.
We who think that we know it all until life throws us a curve ball.
We find ourselves looking to the clouds, the trees, the waves of the ocean for answers, the sea of humanity for words of wisdom, of comfort.
In the darkness we find monsters lurking... lurking...  scratching at the fragility of sanity.
Not in a physical sense these monsters do they manifest... fragments in tortured minds.
Remnants of all that we have lived, the right and the wrong.
We who leave the comfort of home to go out into this world sure that we have all the keys.
We who think that we know it all until life becomes the pressure that we live.
The day to day grind mixed with a little sarcasm, a little laughter, a smile, a frown.
These wrinkles in our foreheads that tell the story of who we really are inside.
These words are the testimony to all this built up need to speak to children who have no idea of these things that they must one day face.
Demons exist... demons manifest.
We are the gatekeepers.
We.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]

[40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL...
http://youtu.be/
NtaS47nbDqI

I think of thee in a thunderstorm of epic proportions.

A rain of emotions washing across the plain of mine sanity in torrential sheets.
Wind driving water into the windows of mine soul... trickling down in undefined lines... aqua so fluid.
We swept along in the flood as it threatens to wash it all away... memories and all.
A picture floating away... away.
Grey and black clouds that seem to touch the tops of mental trees as a day becomes a year, a year a decade and a score.
Pain does not go away it just become a little less sharp as its blade grows rusty and dull.
Sometimes taken from its box and cleaned... shining as it is rubbed and carressed.
Glint of the tears as they fall onto its steel and shimmer in watery drops that catch the reflection of a man.
Blinding the force of this tempest as it threatens to change the very land that a man doth stand on.
Submerge all in a watery grave.
The sun shall come out tomorrow... the sun... the sun.

[FUNKY MIDNIGHT REFLECTION]

[FUNKY MIDNIGHT REFLECTION]
THE MUSIC AND YOU HAD BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/MQjenv8Po0k

Woman...
Thy on the wrinkles of mine funky mind... swinging on mine mental vine.
Woman all thicked out and drizzling like syrup into the works... ummm so sweet.
Deep dark chocolate and sensual brown eyes.
I adrift in thy megaverse... multiplistically if i may start a discourse of the complexity of  thine influence on the artistic in me.
I in great divergence as considered mathematically.
Woman...
The root of mine equation squared...
In thee quantum physically... interdimensionally...  feel me?
360, as the circle complete... 
I shall scribe thee pyramidically... all off in your pi.
Break thee down to the very last compound... chemically and atomically... anatomically.
Woman...
In the thump thee are the bass... in the melody the tweet... in the song the sweetest sound as it plays across eardrums.
Wrapped up and laid down.
In the lab of mine scientific analogy thy art the key to cure some of mans disease... blue dreams and such.
Fill mine cup and let me ingest of thee as I digress into thou interdimensionally.
Woman.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[THE NEED] PART TWO. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN

[THE NEED] PART TWO. AN EROTIC SHORT STORY FEATURING LEELEE AINT MSBEHAVIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL57D6D7EA9F725484


J
"Lisa right" I ask as I sit a little straighter to ease the beating of my heart.
Damn she smells good.
Today she is wearing a sundress and I see the brown of her thighs and look away before I lose it right here on this bus.
She has fueled so many of my late night fantasies and I have touched her in so many dreams that I have to restrain myself from reaching over and rubbing her.
I look into her eyes and start to talk to her. I ask her if the the child that I have seen her with from time to time is hers and she tells me yes.
We talk back and forth for awhile before I actually realize that our conversation is good. That she is interested in what I say.
As she talks I look into her eyes... I look at the way her lips move.
I do not want to forget a second of this moment.
She has turned in the seat a little bit and I really have to contain my self to keep from staring down.
Her breasts beg for my touch... her thighs, mmmmmm.
She asks me why I am alone. How long has it been?


L
He said my name and I melted right there in my seat. After all this time, we are finally having a conversation. That smile, those eyes, and his deep baritone just sent me over the edge. My external self is ALWAYS ladylike. But internally I'm doing somersaults. I haven't felt this way in a very long time. I hang onto every word that falls from his beautiful mouth to my attentive ears. Turns out he is a chef, which is great because I love to eat. We have a few things in common, like our love for writting. He asked if the child he has seen me with was mine and i said yes. Even though we sat in the middle of the loud disruptions on the bus, I can only see and hear him. Content in our own little world. Conversation flowed like melted butter on rolls. I looked into his eyes and he's ruggedly handsome. I couldn't help but notice a few strands of hair peek through his uniform. Oh, how I love a man with a hairy chest. His eyes: passionate. His lips: made to be kissed.
What am I doing? I question myself about that temporary moment of lustful thoughts. I'm only human. It HAS been two years.
But I can't help but wonder why is he single?


J
Time has taken on a new meaning. All that I see is she, all that I am is her.
I look into her eyes and it is as if can see her soul, as if it is meant for us to be here at this moment in time.
She is fine as hell and I keep thinking I want to touch her... yet as a king I must repress such primitive urges... my primal need.
We talk for awhile while I bask in her energy.
I tell her what kind of work I do and she also tells me that she is a writer. Wow!
I sense that there is another question on her mind and I ask her to ask me anything.
She looks at me and says "Why are you single?"
I think for a moment before answering...
I tell her of the time that I spent in jail cause that's where it all began, the promises that I made to Allah.
I tell her of my last real relationship.
How I wanted it to work out sooo bad that I stayed just a little to long because of my love for my children.
How one year alone became two and two became five.
She listens to my every word and times seems to have slowed down as I pour out my soul to this woman that I have just met.


L
I listen to his words and I absorb them like a sponge. Every spilled syllable from his lips are suctioned up and saved in my memory bank. My heart bleeds for him, as I symphathize and relate to his plight. The failed relationship, how it must have affected their children. I never would have thought looking at him now that he was incarcerated. I want to hug him and let him know that I understand. Tell him that after hitting rock bottom, there's nowhere left to go but up. I shared my private pain with him as well. How I married my college sweetheart and had two beautiful children. Twenty years of marriage came to an abrupt end when infidelity came into play. Without warning, I was broadsided and I still haven't fully recovered from the devastation of losing my other half. But today as I talk to this King, I see that there's hope. He's brought a glow to my face that's been missing. The joy in my heart is unexplainable. All of this from a man I barely know. But it feels like we've known each other forever. I look out of the window and notice that my stop is coming up.
Damn...


J
She listens as I talk and I can see that she is paying attention I also know that her stop is coming up.
She looks at me anxiously and begs my pardon as she gathers her stuff.
I grab my backpack and stand with her and she looks at me with surprise in her eyes as I walk to the door of the bus with her and when the bus stops and she opens the door I step off behind her.
We stand there for a second before I ask her her phone number.
I pull my Samsung from my pocket and add her to my contacts and we continue to talk as she walks up to the doors of the school she works at.
I do not want to let her go.
I have waited so long for this moment.
I ask her when I can see her again and she says she doesn't know we will figure that out when we talk tonight.
It takes a moment for that to register and when it does I smile.
She turns and walks away and I watch as she disappears through the doors of the school.
I unlock my phone and call my job to tell them I will be late as I walk down the sidewalk.
Lisa... 
Lisa all on my mind.
Mmmm mmm mmmm.


L
Time flies when you're having fun. The short time we had on the bus sharing glances into each others lives... as well as our eyes... has flown by in the blink of an eye. To my surprise I noticed that he followed my lead off of the bus and asked for my phone number. I see that he has a samsung, as do I. Yet another common thing that we share. We exchanged numbers as he asked when would we see each other again... away from public transportation. I promised him that I would call him tonight so we could make plans. We're both busy with work and kids, so I hope we could make time soon. I dreaded walking through the door at my job as I watched him slowly walk away. I close my eyes and take a deep sigh. That warm smile and trusting eyes are etched in my brain. You know, that side of the brain that boils creative juices and holds beautiful memories hostage. Yup, I have my visual of him locked away safely. It's going to be a long day.

[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]

[AS I WAIT FOR YOU]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/9Pes54J8PVw




Waiting... I stand waiting for you as the world hurtles past...
So fast... a moment at a stop light and then full speed ahead only to run into another stop light.
A series made up of herky jerky succession and regression on the way to moving ahead.
Standing stock still as the motion threatens to make one earthsick.
Rush hours and commutes to the towers which thrust into the sky bearing witness to mans need to impress queens... to own the land that other men work on.
Phallic symbols which will one day fall to the ground as rusting metal returning to the dirt from whence it came.
Carbon signatures of once great nations which make up the foundations of who we are.
These larger than life creations of Allah... so small and insignificant...
I wonder how you shall come... will you overwhelm or will you be as the tide slowly creeping in?
Will you make my breath catch in my throat or will you be as honey... dripping into my subconscious... sweetly sweet.
Standing on the corner of life waiting for you...
Waiting.