MAN TREES ROAMING FREE

MAN TREES ROAMING FREE]
THE MUSIC AND YOU REALLY NEED TO LISTEN TO GET THE FEEL OF THE PIECE...
http://youtu.be/lTKy-YAqhS8

As the chilling breeze blows through the changing leaves so do these lives proceed to the next minute, hour and day.

A crown once of black becomes grey then white as a testament to growth mentally and physically... We these uprooted trees gaining and losing ground... Leaning into the winds of physic hurricanes... the waves of the tsunami.
We these living testaments...the power of Allah Wa t Allah.
These planted seeds that have grown in much the same manner as the lowest of things... Phenotypically supreme as determined by a jury of our scientific peers.
We moving in opposition to the natural procession of things... Casting radio waves and ships of steel to the blackness of space where the dust of our creation still drifts in cosmic clouds... Falls on other worlds and in dimensions where angels and demons reside.
We these trees planted in this garden uprooted.

[DELIRIOUSLY IN THOUGHTS OF SHE]

[DELIRIOUSLY IN THOUGHTS OF SHE] 

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... AS ALWAYS MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/97OUPQZMVDY

Here I am lost in thoughts of a Nubian queen... I taste her in every drip of water that I drink... Feel her as it dribbles down my beard.

She sets fire to the whole of my origination, straight vaporization as I am recycled and rejuvenated in these fantastic fantasies she in panties on her knees.

I lost my conventional in the tail of a womans comet oh so long ago as she fell past me in lacey underwear.

Fell...Tail...

Oh what the hell?

Sweeter than pineapple meat, a strawberry dipped in sugar... nectar of that sun that nourishes these skins.

She laid out and thick the blossoms of her open and glistening.

Again I apologize for my lapse in thought for I was talking of she once again was I not.

She fucks with my mind like that.

Makes me wax philosophical with a touch of insanity off to the side... A crazy motherfucker with a Jerri curl standing on a streetcorner babbling bout 80s dreams... 

Ashes of we drifting to the ground... sparkling into the atmosphere of we fueled by the component oxygen.

This shit happens whenever I get lost in thoughts of her.

She fucks me up.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[ NEW AFRICAN TANTRICALITY]

[ NEW AFRICAN TANTRICALITY] DEDICATED TO Makeeba Hatcher 

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... AS ALWAYS SOMETHING FRESH AND NEW...

http://youtu.be/B2fwLVQFrIQ

I sense your perspectality swirling in these heavy mists swirling in the darkened chamber of my mind...

You so open to what I want to do... the calming of my ministrations... the urgency of the situation.

I smell your scent across all these miles in a memory of a past life where we lay on the ground and fell into the stars.

One where we did it in a hut in Africa amidst the din of the lions roar.

Blazing fire fighting the encroaching night.

A memory of a future in which we floating in a ship in inky space cum onto one another... screams swallowed in the vacuum.

You take me there and bring me back while keeping me rooted and centered.

Standing on the square of overstanding as you connected pineally fuck the entirety of my being.

Make the blood in my veins strain to explode from the tantric vibrations dancing primaly across the galaxy of our space... easing thyself into me binaurally... Soothing music playing mentally as we float along covered in the satisfaction of cosmic relief.

Water lapping at the shores of a distant worlds beach.

We tantrically lying in the all of we.

[DEADLY LIVES IN YOUR BEAUTY] DEDICATED TO SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION

THIS PHOTO IS OF SENAT

[DEADLY LIVES IN YOUR BEAUTY] A POEM DEDICATED TO Senat Cranial Devastation
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO LISTEN???
http://youtu.be/KSwkTLZESU0


You remind me of one of those bad ass ninja women in a kung fu movie... Flying fists and flashing steel.
Beautiful yet deadly as you walk so seductively onto this the field of raw emotions.
Orange leaves falling from grey trees swirling in the breeze of your fury. 
Butterflies in your calm.
If shit got rough I know that we could stand back to back and slay ten thousand enemy forces, leaving their bloated bodies for the buzzards to feed... Their blood as fertilizer for the seeds.
You shimmering in silk as the music fades and crescendo's, wailing its intricate song across meadows kissed by the dew of another dawn.
Across the hungry and tired, the beaten and the defeated as jail cells fall open on the notes of the keys... Machine gun staccato percussive's that fire off like rimshots on snare drums.
Crash like cymbals and hum like huge gongs struck by massive mallets.
A warrior walking in contemplation as memories of a warrior queen fill his mind and remind him of ancient hieroglyphics carved in stone. 
Graceful calligraphy inscribed on scrolls and simpler times where wars were fought on honorable terms.
I stand from my knees and watch as you enter the field and unsheathe thy blade.
A graceful  scintillatingly sexy bad ass ninja queen.

(COLOR ME)

(COLOR ME) THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO Crystal Ngozi Obanye
THE MUSIC...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1b0KA7Y0v_I&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I see you and your lusciousness causes my mentals to drip... Melting like a rainbow of crayons on a hot day.
Covering me in the tones of creation as we were birthed in equatorial Africa.
Saturating me in the cools of blackness reflecting in your shade... The fire of red as it travels across your skies shining in the heat of all we be... The green of the soft grass against tired feet, such a long trip have we taken... Gold stolen and melted into trinkets that have no meaning unless they adorn your skin.
Brown chocolate dribbles of you oh so sweet as they fall across a seperated kings tongue.
Become the energy that propels the ship called rescue...
Waves of blue, grey and white on stormy seas... Clouds of mist spraying into the air as they pound the sides.
Pink and purple flowers on the shores of our landing trailing off into the distance.
I manifest in the plenty of you as you are the canvas that becomes the art molded from the drabness of clay.
The whiteness of paper.
Melt away... Melt away oh African empress.
Splash me with your palate.

 

5 LINES... TWO NOSTRILS]

[5 LINES... TWO NOSTRILS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BE ADVISED... IT FITS...
http://youtu.be/6oUx6wGCekM

YESTERDAY OR RATHER LAST NIGHT I WAS COMMENTING TO PEOPLES WRITES. SOMETHING A LOT OF PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN TO DO AND I SAW THIS PIECE AT ALFREDA GHEES PAGE SHE ASKED ME TO DROP 5 LINES AND HERE THEY ARE.
https://www.facebook.com/notes/alfreda-ghee/rain-maker/508747142477017

Let me cum into the deepest part of your pineal and open you up to the insertion of me phallically.
Show you the reality of the third eye as it waters in anticipation of sexualization complete.
I shall be the fantasy that plays in 3d on the movie screen of your eyelids as I penetrate to the base of your heart and perform cpr to wake you from the little death that I have caused.
A shaking, shuddering orgasm of intense proportions that leaves you bathed in sweat and spread, flutters in your womb.


JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

[THE FRAMEWORK]

[THE FRAMEWORK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...AS ALWAYS YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT... DONT MISS THE WHOLE POINT...
http://youtu.be/M5GXqQBAXzg


A gentle touch of your framework to make you strong in these trying times where we but whispers of a once great society are situated.
A caress of your medulla and the ride becomes a little smoother... me and thee prototypical.
A whisper in a raging storm of emotions... The stream a river of tears... The sky a delight to see... Juxtapositionally.
Creations of fire flitting across the sky.
Seriphim and cherubim.
Standing on the rim of seeing it all blast into existence... Color from the grey.
Optical clarity and hypervisuality achieved... Life but a blip in all this time.
3000 A.D. Buried in the sand a key... A far distant memory.
Silky caresses to strengthen your framework... A gentle touch.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY