[INSTITUTIONS OF INSTITUTIONS] FEATURING RON POETRY

[INSTITUTIONS OF INSTITUTIONS] FEATURING Ron Poetry

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PRESSURE... MAKE SURE YOU PUMP IT VERY LOUD AS YOU READ...

http://youtu.be/AdwYEHWOhdQ

[RON]

MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

WE WERE RAISED TO..
Share whatever we have and dream prosperity for all respond generous humanity and calamity call.. What keeps us united in all the circumstances? Something must be believed in substances..
Something said and not done, will not work All good work done will be lost in smoke.. We are here for upliftment of all classes it is a difficult task not an easy walk on roses..
There is one conception dreamt about GROWTH and HAPPINESS for all out EQUAL participation in real terms NO COMMUNISM, CAPITALISM or SOCIALISM.
The system which benefits all the communities.. Number of welfare schemes with different varieties..No one is allowed to hold sway over others. Nothing is conceived in haste that bothers..

Rivers are kept pollution free no destruction of forests with trees equal rights for all human beings no violation of any kind and simply undoing...

Time has come to decentralize the powers no higher rise buildings or towers Little huts with basic amenities A step forward for elimination of poverty..

SOCIALISM or any other “ISM” dreamt in concept will not succeed if it lacks teeth with aptness. The poor may increase with lot more agony to add we will have many more in waiting to be fed..

Some kind of vigilant eye to keep watch over happenings certain steps to be taken for good beginning It is not at all bad to dream and put in execution That is how some of the change takes place in MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

[KILL MOVES AKA JERALD]

MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

WE WERE RAISED TO...

Take what we could to get by, hard as hell living in another mans heaven.

Where children of one race die by guns every day, while being of the other race grants a reprieve.

Till one of their own commits what is called a tragedy, now they crying for gun control and compassion.

Where was all that when my cousin got shot last night. Found dead lying dead in pool of cooling blood on a street in Tifton Georgia.

What is a damn shame to some is the way we live... our condition, so to speak.

A politician done sold you you out for a campaign contribution... Lied on the pulpit on Martin Luther King day bout he felt your pain... Cared about your pickaninny.

How he feels sympathy.

Time to bust down the walls of THEOLOGY, PSYCHOLOGY, AND SOCIOLOGY where so many have become the victims.

Roadkill stinking in the blazing sun of a barbaric system disguised as DEMOCRACY.

Shit plants and toxic waste dumps placed in the heart of the city where the lower half lives, surrounded by steel and glass prisms where brass cornerstones tell the tale.

A SQUARE the LEVEL and a G as the people are held hostage in MENTAL INSTITUTIONS...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND RON POETRY 2013

[FUCKING FLAMBOYANT] STARRING JENOFPOETRY

[FUCKING FLAMBOYANT]
THE MUSIC... 
http://youtu.be/PiDRm8OsNyA

FREAKY J
Such a Flamboyant Sucka Talking about how you can rock and Fuck a sista.
Trying to Scare me or make me think twice.
Let me make it clear and give you some advice I like it rough. You have to get tough.
Fuck me hard and clear Make me change your name to Oh Lawd... 
This pussy is strong And can take what you call a A big black shlong.
Climb the twin peaks...Caution my body is like clique. I fuck back.
 Let us assemble in the darkness.
 Come to battle Howling at the moon Racing to cum before the sun rise My body is calling for you.
As you pump hard Sliding fast. Try to muffle the slurred speak the Pussy has Queffing... Can you hear her talking to you daddy?
 Translation... Fuck it Suck it Lick it Play with it, Become one with it.
Ride this ass like a five star general Get up in that shit Touch the bottom...create a New depth for fucking that Fits only you. Straight lust and orgasmic punctuality 
Cum correct and cum on time.

BIG DADDY
Woman I hear you talking all that shit but they hast dubbed I "Big Dick Daddy", a hard hitting dick slanger and a pussy hole banger...
Let me make one thing perfectly clear lil dear, I whups pussy.
You talking all that shit but all I see is a victim ripe for the thrill...
Lay yo lil ass down and pose coitally, this thick in the pink... 
Let me feel your womb... 
See a beast, be a beast... I smell punani.
Fuck queefing. I'm gonna make that pussy fart... poot... poot.
Wet splashes on our thighs... little rivers 
Kiss that pussy from the front, the back, inspect it upside down, explore its dark secrets...
Take it to orgasmically astronomical heights and bring it in for a rough landing...
"Ahh Big Daddy" as I plant a little flag and look mean at the camera.
"Yeah thats my pussy."
I am gonna make you bust ten nuts.
Cum correct cause you gone be sore tomorrow.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND JENOFPOETRY

[DONT RESIST] A COLLAB FEATURING JEN OF POETRY

[DONT RESIST] FEATURING JENOFPOETRY

THE MUSIC... DO NOT MISS THIS...

http://youtu.be/zKkyOT94D0Y

LIL MAMA

Impulsive behaviors Control me, possess me I want to feel the aggression of your masculinity 

Inflict sensual pain
The premeditation of your actions
Has me anxious to take in
Your eccentric performance
Tied in ecstasy ... unable to free myself Fulfill my fantasy of sexual gratification Control what I want by giving me what you want
Taking in the
T-asteless
H-ardcore
C-arnal
Of arousing vulnerability The fields of flowers are open
Waiting for the fertilization of your power
So intense causing sensation to rise and swell inside
Aching to touch myself...
Tied in passion I am unable
To satisfy
Influenced by the exhilaration
Your sexually demented intelligence that occupies your body Turns me on Examine the couture of your specimen I submit to your rhythmical beatings
Forcefully and deeply strong
Slowly extracting moans of satisfaction
My pleas to stop go unheard
My prayers to don. ’t stop entice
Making it your prerogative to
Promote, Pursue, Remain in the state of moonstruck seduction.

Devouring all that is me.

BIG DADDY

I walk in to you submissive... Ripe for my taking...

I inhale of your femininity...

I squeeze and you give...

I am lost in the moment of this moment. 

My plan has come to fruition...

I see your anticipation and raise the bar...

You spread out and bound... 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... You are now mine.

I plan to give you what you want... beg me.

Fuck you till you lay sweaty and covered in sheen... Man and woman cream.

L-iving

U

S-ucking- u

T-asting- u

As you flutter open and give me your pollen...

I give you mine...

Some of that wake up in the morning wondering if all that really happened.

I will take you there and leave you lingering in the mist...

Covered in the droplets of our sexual deviations...

I shall devour you as you submit to me.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy and JenOfPoetry™

MAKE ME

[MAKE ME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... DONT MISS IT.
http://youtu.be/Akdrq0sHThg

Make me want to fuck when I don't feel like it... Can you do that?
Something so freaky that my blood threatens to drown me in sound as it rushes from my brain to my loins.
A swerve and a lean on weakened knees... a stagger in my soul.
Making me want to gain altitude in the height of your womb... That place where only few can reach... The crown of your trees.
Make your skies come crashing down as rain.
Make me want to take you to the apex of crossing over while gently laying you down and kissing your flower.
Nudging at the piston and releasing the pollen.
Humming birds and bees in a garden of sexual release...
Streams of amber and cream dribbling across layers, lines and wrinkles and falling in patterns to the fabric.
Lost in the fuck of wanting it, needing it so bad that it pulls at heartstrings, plaintive notes in primary colors.
Show me something that will awaken the caring in me when this shit seems to be falling down...
Build me up in your foundation.
Make me want to fuck when its what I need to clear my mind...
Lost in the nut of a nut.
Reconstructed in the totality of the situation as it plays out.
Show me just a little more...
Make me forget.
Can you do that?

WAR INNA BABYLON. PICTURE SUBMITTED BY Starlet Williams

[WAR INNA BABYLON] A PICTURE TOPIC. PICTURE SUBMITTED BY Starlet Williams
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

Let me speak to you of war my queen... If not for you this state probably would not exist but neither would man.
Only one among the angels and Allah... What would be his purpose?
He would have never heard the cry of a baby... The laugh of a playing child.
Never felt the soft skin of a queen.
Again what would be the purpose?
This everyday war called struggle where we are found twain... We as warriors and queens... The queen so much more deadly than the king... 
Her mysterious holding the keys.
Wars won on her wiles... Surprise... Surprise.
Together we saw the dawn of the world... Separated we are reduced to funky ghettos and jail cells... War among ourselves.
7 sons and a mother in Maccabees killed because of pagan belief and an order of eat that pig meat... Black teen in Florida killed cause of the same thing cause niggers supposed to obey orders... Eat that swine.
Believe in white God.
This is war my queen... Come.
Stand beside me.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

EMERGENCE

[EMERGENCE] THIS PIECE WAS DONE TO A PICTURE SUBMITTED BY Denise HestaylovinMe Oliver THIS IS NOT THE PICTURE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/yCb4eqFv934

All off on planes of all off into you... So deep that if you were an ocean we would be in  the deepest trench.

A place of mermen and women in cool shades of the most beautiful blue... fading to the deepest of black.

If you were the sky I would be an astronaut suspended in the amniotic fluid of your star filled womb... Sperm on a journey to seed new worlds.

You a forest... The crown of your nappy hair the spikes of majestic trees brushing the the bottom of your skies.. Mists circulating in the heights.

Life dwelling in your branches and your roots.

So fully do I feel you that it all become entwined, fantasy, reality and possibilities merging and becoming potentiality realized.

All off into you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[POETICAL ON A SUGGESTION] INSPIRED BY Ron Poetry

[POETICAL ON A SUGGESTION] INSPIRED BY Ron Poetry 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/1V5fBUYY0Pk


Once as poetry spoke in a boys bones he longed to see the sun on different continents, it calling to his heart...
But the boy lived in the ghetto and the walls they were high...
Poetry lived in the pages of the books he read, the speeches made by great men... 
Poetry lived in the dance of life, swing of hips and swerve of the car.
The boy touched cold steel and poetry existed in that too... The power to take life.
Poetry in the sky as the seasons they changed... Leaves falling from trees and growing again.
Poetry was the sweetness of grandma's strawberry nut cake... Frosting so rich it would rattle your soul.
Poetry made the boy leave the ghetto and go into the world, taught him that he was an anomaly.
One who saw the true ways of the poetry of man in all his incarnations... its implications.
Poetry was the bastard and the whore... The dirty redneck who spit on his truck... The form of a woman in a darkened bedroom... Water running in a bathtub.
Poetry the birth of a child and the loss of one as well... The song of his fathers life told to southern blues.
Poetry as he fades into the horizon... Off into the setting sun...
Walking...
Poetically.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy