[SPACE, TIME AND I LOST IN YOUR SONG]

[SPACE, TIME AND I LOST IN YOUR SONG] DEDICATED TO MONICA C KING WALLACE
THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS DEDICATION... ON SOME WHOLE OTHER OTHER...
http://youtu.be/oFjPw9vwhd4

Every time I hear your voice I am transported to places and times where surely I must have lived before...
You all on the tip of my thinking as these words flow out of my blood and onto this page.
So succulent that I can soar the cosmos on a vision of you... My ship your form.
The music of you playing in outer space... Filling and fullfilling... Making me whole.
Out here where there is no up or down... 
You like a vision of the beginning of feminity... Eve on a whim.
Born of clay on a riverbank where men drink of your life giving fluidity...
Watching as you run through our fingers and back into the body of potentiality... 
You becoming a part of the whole...
Clouds in the sky... Mist in the morning... Dew evaporating away.
A boat suspended on the skin of your force...
So soft that I cannot hold you yet hard enough to wear away at the bricks of this wall of seperation where I found myself bound.
Lost in this sweet meditation where I play your voice as the background to our being in this diaspora.
Everytime I hear your voice I am transported away...
Sing to me oh oracle...
Give me a piece of your peace and I shall give you a piece of mine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

VARIOUS PHASES OF NUBIAN EROCALITY

[SEXY SWEATY SOLILOQUY]

[SEXY SWEATY SOLILOQUY] 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WET RIDE...
http://youtu.be/QrYZ7-ffsLU

When you sweat its like a aphrodisiac soaking into the pores of me making me want to soak your pores...
We slipping and sliding into on and around each other.
Me licking at the sweat that covers your erect nipples... the rise of your belly... lingering on stretch marks that seem to remind me of the Nile... all its tributaries.
Your salty taste reminds me of primordial times, we in saline filled seas, in amniotic stasis.
Penetrating into the primal and making we free as we fuck in this eventuality.
Only pleasure exists whether biting, slapping or tied up.
Kiss me, my head at the back of your throat, the back of your womb as you thrash and buck.
Our sweat running down to the tip of a nose and poising as a drop before it falls on sweaty skin.
We so lost in the quest for a nut... for that ultimate release, a little death that takes us away... brings us back.
Rejuvenated, reincarnated and refreshed.
Sweat on the mounds of your ass as I turn you around and look down at the hanging mound.
Prepare to enter and ride the roller coaster of your tunnel.
Feel you as your ass undulates in shining splendor.
I pull out as we erupt.
Merging with the sweat...
Evaporating from fulfillment...
Dont touch me I'm having a moment...
Mmmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MAD SAD LOVE DREAM]

[MAD SAD LOVE DREAM]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/e6zMv6BkcCo


I feel you tugging at the strings of my heart playing like an acoustic guitar... stroking me... stroking me in the depths of my sleep.
I turn and there you are. 
I wonder cause you seem to know the ins and out of me... the ups and downs...
So long without a companion.
One who overstands that to be me is to be free, for from freedom come these living testaments that I seek to reveal to the future.
So much like torture when I am held back, to be buried in a shallow grave as people walk past and over... shadows of their former selves... stepping in my face.
Once they were in color...
So vibrant.
Now the dirt fills my eyes... gritty. shitty and full of worms.
Digging... digging.
I feel you tugging at my recognition across all these years where I have been alone... surrounded by the crowd... bumping against the transparent me.
One day may I find you... one day may we live in each others arms while looking into each others eyes.
I fucking feel you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[POETIC SUNDANCE IN WINTERS HOLD]

[POETIC SUNDANCE IN WINTERS HOLD]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/GrIiJuKHoRM

In the dead of winter as clouds cover the sun and the skeletons of trees dot the landscape...
Cold visions of this stark reality.
Chilling fingers of memories past seeping in and caressing in the darkness of night...
Crossing over into the overcast days.
A poetic journey into the freezing mentality where even the joy is tinged with sadness.
Cold are the ways of men... Cold are the ways of woman.
All have done dirt... Tried to sweep it under the proverbial carpet.
Covered it up.
Just like these clouds that hide the sun... Keep it from shining through.
Let a man see... Let a man be.
Break the barriers that hold we bound.
Set humanity free...
Basking in the sunshine we.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

WE NEED

[WE NEED]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE. I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/b5D22VCGkmI

There you are born of mans need... born of grains of sand and water molded into perfection.

Where I thrust out you fold in... where I am hard... you soft.

Where I am dry you are wet.

Sating my thirst.

A mirage manifesting in shimmering vision as the highway falls beneath my feet, so many miles traveled, so many to go.

There you are formed naked and free... clothed by the need to control... clothed by closed minds.

Where once you were the definition of beauty you have now embraced the illusion... makeup and new shoes.

Once fresh now just another face in the crowd of being the same.

Fake hair, nails and injected behinds and you scream at us to keep it real.

Teflon queens and maybelline dreams of covering it all up.

There you are still the apple in man fruit tree... the pineapple in mans field of vision... a cocoa seed waiting to be the chocolate that melts on mans taste buds.

So sweet that to be without you is the worst sort of craving.

Here we are, men still suspended in that need.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

AS

[AS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/YQ2rOqdD-HU


As...
As the sun rises above the cosmos and drowns out the light of the other stars, leading us into day.
We these fragmented pieces of those who traveled the stars in a time before.
Once when we remembered who we were.
The garden on other planets and in other realms.
Once when we walked with Allah as our guide... Angels of fire and life infinite.
So far has man fallen from the mark as he is guided by the conglomerate to fiery ends...
Blazing hellfire... Screams into the smoke to be let go... Thermonuclear devastation as the leaders lead us into war.
As...
As we cross into a new millenia still lingering in the vestiges of racism and holding our fellow man down.
Forgetting that we once ruled vast kingdoms and our minds.
That the key lies within.
As the moon rises and the stars break out of their cages are we...
The guide to above and beyond as a moor stands at the helm.
As we.

Jerald hamzahfaruq Murphy