(SMASH DE PUM PUM) A BIG DADDY LOOSED SCRIBE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE… BIG DADDY BEAT DOWN.
http://youtu.be/MHzcMU6pM1Y
Big Daddy born punani smasher… Big Daddy make dat punani wetter cause Big Daddy touch the bottom of dat well.
Buss all off in wombs and stroke heart floes.
Big Daddy pound his chest cause Big Daddy know he is fucking king.
Yep… Big Daddy fucks da pussy up and leaves that thang crying.
Shaking... shuddering... crying.
Tears dripping between ass cheeks.
Big Daddy see a clit, suck a clit, spank a clit with heavy head.
Big Daddy raise a ruckus… Eyes all rolled back mouth wide open.
Say Big Daddy name and Big daddy go plain fuckin insane… Say Big Daddy motherfuckin name!
See Big Daddy ain’t soft, he ain’t gentle…
Big Daddy is bout 500 years of pent up aggression in a purely sexual sense…
Wet creamy juice trickling cross pussy hair…
Say Big Daddy motherfucking name!!! Big Daddy gwaan beat dat punani good!
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[THIS GATE]
THE MUSIC AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN... IT GOES WITH THE PIECE
http://youtu.be/OQFRgbnpO9E
While I drift in the longing of wanting...
That place where a touch remembered becomes the focal point and the petals of azaleas line the grassy floor.
A carpet in an oak covered sanctuary where bees drink of the nectar and I a man am welcomed into their world.
The hum of life so close yet so far away as I transfixed fall under the spell...
Moss in the trees playing in the breeze...
Boughs of the trees that bow to the heavens where the blue and the clouds become the backdrop to a daydream.
If only I could take you there and hold your hand and show you where I am...
The world that I live on where all that exists is the beauty, even in the worst of times, for pain is the prelude to wisdom and overstanding...
I stand under these trees in the filtered light and serenity translating the nature of things.
Come with me...
This way.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[KNOWLEDGE OF IMHOTEP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... CRANIUM BLASTER...
http://youtu.be/7CM2qQ9h4Z0
I am dawn breaking on the surface of your brain...
The rain that falls and brings life... the ebb and the flow.
I am the fire and brimstone destroying preconceived notions... the bane of false hope.
I am truth unleashed and set loose to sully the whitewash.
Eye am the son of the sun.
The son of a son of formerly free Africans brought to the seventh level of hell.
Eye the sun.
I consume 33 and a third in my circumference as I reach the starting point at the end of my stroll.
Full circle encompassing the square.
A mile wide rock falling from the blackness of space in broad daylight trailing stardust.
My impact is cataclysmic...
Clouds of dust that cover as I so cold make felt my control...
I rise over craniums and shine pineal down...
I wear the crown.
Eye am the son.
Sun.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[CANDY PAINT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND...
http://youtu.be/WpD4voe61Ro
I feel her all in my hydraulics...
The joints where cartilage cushions my impact...
She is my suspension as I navigate this highway.
Her smile is the candy paint job... dripping on a sunlit day.
I lean back into her chassis and feel the comfort of her ride.
Heated seats and Bose sound system as she comes to me in stereo. Straight into the grey matter of my brain.
Left channel and right perfectly balanced.
I take her for a spin and I see the envious looks.
Such a fine vehicle that I got to show it off.
I grip her and stroke the fabric as I settle in and push buttons.
We cruise leaning to the left...
Sittin on chrome and smoking 93...
I feel her all in my hydraulics.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[WOOD, GRAPHITE, STEEL AND PLASTIC]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MEDITATION...
http://youtu.be/MQ7XX1J-Gbc
The pencil and the pen saved my life.
Paintings on brick walls back in the day that seemed to come to life...
Graffiti dedicated to the richness of all that I was...
Child of Allah in the promised land.
The pencil and the pen saved my life when the system threatened to lock me away...
Throw away the key.
When facing three life sentences ripped the dreads from my head...
Strands of hair on the pillow in the morning.
Eyes tired from staring at the ceiling.
I reborn as I kissed a tree...
Freed.
The pencil and the pen and now these keys which I tickle in the year 2013...
A future that I thought I would never see...
Where are the flying cars...
The unity?
Are we really any better off than we were in slavery cause to me it ain't gone a damn place...
The pen the pencil and the keys keeping men from being all that they can be...
Children learning empty knowledge as the world spirals towards mans eradication.
He never having learned to co-exist.
The pencil the pen and the keys as I a man record these things.
JERALD HAMZAH KILLMOVES FARUQ
[VANQUISHED IN THE REALIZATION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS FUCKING ROMP... AND DONT GET IT FUCKED UP...
http://youtu.be/NfV3XKLfyeU
On the field two warriors stand as flecks fall through the atmosphere.
They are here by fate... destined to meet.
The prize as always in these situations is again, the hand of a woman.
One of the warriors reaches into his pocket and caresses the soft silk of her scarf.
He withdraws his hand from his pocket and in the split second that it takes to draw his sword this is what he thinks.
"He who would stand in the way of my happiness must be vanquished...
Driven to the earth... smitted.
I will dwell in the membranes of his brain and block his synapses... fester in his soul.
Become the ghost in his closet and the shadow in the corner of his eye.
The very fabric of his existence shall be torn to shreds a flag flapping on a sinking vessel borne to the gates of the seventh hell.
In his waking will thought of I haunt him and make him babble as the milk from his cornflakes dribbles down his chin.
My hounds will I unleash to rip him into tiny bite sized pieces... The ants shall dine on the rest.
I will have no remorse for he was my foe...
He stood in my way.
Happiness but a step beyond."
The battle begins and from the start it is clear that these men are pretty evenly matched.
As they dodge and parry and the dust begins to rise they seem to become something else.
Dancers.
Sword steel sings and they fall through the motions of their movements.
A shuffle... A sidestep.
For a second his opponent slips and in his minds eye he knew this before it transpired and he makes his move.
A trick and he lies on the battle floor bleeding his life away.
The standing man reaches into his pocket and withdraws...
A silken scarf.
Wind carries dust particles away.
JERALD HAMZAH KILLMOVES FARUQ MURPHY
{LOVE INDUCED INSOMNIA]
THE MUSIC AND IF YOU HAVE NEVER HAVE LISTENED TO ANY SONG THAT WENT WITH A POEM YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/xMFAFcRwBdg
I can't go to sleep at night or wake in the morning without you crossing my thoughts...
A fragment of a distraction, or rather a most exciting attraction.
I so lost in your charms that all is but a backdrop to you on my screen.
So vivid that your colors seem to bleed into the whole scene... All is you.
I a bird caught up in your vortex... thermals that take me to the white of the clouds and beyond...
Into the darkness of my innerspace where monsters still lie curled in the corner...
Held in place by fragile strands of hope that this is the real thing.
Just once let it be.
Why does this thing have to be so hard when all I want is to hold you...
To let you lay your pretty little head in the crook of my arm and drift off into a satisfied sleep...
To show you the dimensions of my dimensions where I a dreamer see the future.
Stories of us told to young lovers...
The new age Cyrano in shades of black, grey and white.
Reciting lines of prose ripped from the essence and scribed on the walls of my soul.
A tormented man standing in a realm where there is no night and day...
Time has no relevance to me when I think of you...
It stands still while all around is motion...
A state of constant flux...
I cant go to sleep at night...
I cant go to sleep at night.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
