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Monday, May 20, 2013

CITY SCENE


[CITY SCENE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PLEASE LISTEN AS YOU READ...
http://youtu.be/26tmWSYZ36w

As the night fell the city began to change.
Different players but the same game... 
Survival.
Voices ringing into the surreal feeling scene.
Tracers of light from the passing vehicles.
People on the way to wherever they were going.
Laughter and music.
He stands on the corner taking it all in.
Wondering at the futility of it all.
She steps from the faces of the people passing by.
So refreshing that she sweeps over him like a cool breeze.
Invigorating and sweet.
She speaks to him and he speaks back.
Hi there.
Have you eaten?
No.
She tells him to come on and they enter the fast food joint.
She hands him the money and tells him to order the meal.
She doesn't want him to be embarrassed.
He orders and they head to a table in the corner and wait.
He excuses himself and goes to wash his hands.
He comes back and hears the order called and picks up the food he walks back to where she is.
She smiles and he wonders if this is the rest of his life.
This moment, this feeling.
They sit and talk and eat and she laughs not at him but with him.
Afterwards they walk and talk and he tells her of his dreams, his wants, his desires.
She overstands and takes his hand and the night becomes the break of day which finds them in each others arms standing in awe.
He walks her home and they part ways with promises of tomorrow.
He saved in the dawn of her recognition.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LIL BIT] AN EROTIC TALE



[LIL BIT] A BIT A BEASTLY EROTICA
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... COME ON AND TAKE THIS RIDE...
http://youtu.be/ED5449-qpZE

She came to my house on the back of a scooter.
She was riding with another female friend of mine and they stopped by to see if I had any weed.
At first I said no but when she swung her leg and got off that scooter I saw a flash of pink panty and my mind clicked into beast mode. 
Pheromones and thangs playing across the wildness, you know?
She stood and she was only about 4'11" and sexy as hell.
We sat down for a few as we discussed things and she told me her name.
As I talked to her I could tell that she was grade A freak and I wanted some of that as she sat with her legs cocked up and spread a little bit.
Her pussy was hanging and I kept catching glimpses of those pink panties and my dick was already responding.
I could tell that my other friend was getting kind of jealous but I knew how to take care of that.
I went in the house and grabbed some money and came back out and told her to go and pick us up some green and some blunts.
I asked her if she knew where to go and she said she was going down the street to the circle to get it.
I also knew that they were out.
I had been there earlier.
I also knew that she would have to go across town cause I had already tried all the spots in the neighborhood.
I had found some but right now I wanted to have this little pixie to my own.
I knew she would be gone at least an hour.
I just felt freak and I wanted to capitalise on that aspect of her nature.
As soon as her friend left I invited her in and began to talk to her.
She told me that she liked to have a good time and that she liked to party.
I told her to hold on and went and got my weed and rolled us one.
She looked at me roll and said I thought you said you did't have any weed.
I looked at her and told her that I just wanted to have her to myself and she smiled at that.
I stood in front of her and handed her the blunt and she pulled and coughed hard.
She passed me the blunt and before I hit it I said I want to see.
She said see what.
I pointed at her and my finger started at her head and traveled down her body and I said all that.
She said I figured thats what you were talking about and she cupped her breasts and said, you want to see these?
I nodded and she pulled her top up over her breasts and her titties popped out, her nipples were puffy and phat and she said do you want to kiss them?
I didn't say anything I just bent over and blew smoke on them before I took one in my mouth and sucked it.
She leaned back and started to moan and I passed the blunt back to her and I took both her tits into my hands and rubbed them and sucked them as she smoked.
I stood up and she passed the blunt back to me and sat back again.
Before I hit it I said let me see that and pointed between her legs.
She said i don't know about all that in a playful way and she pulled just her shorts to the side and showed me the rest of her panties and her cameltoe. 
I said show it to me and she pulled them to the side and asked if I wanted to touch it and I did.
It was hot and moist and I stuck one of my fingers in and she spread her legs a little more as I finger fucked her.
She still had the blunt and she coughed and I felt her pussy muscles grab my fingers.
She passe the blunt back to me and said your turn and I unsnapped my shorts nd they fell around my knees and she said, damn!
She leaned forward and rubbed my dick and it grew hard and heavy in her hands.
She kissed it and I could see my precum on her lips a second before she took it in her mouth and tried to suck it all in.
She couldn't but she spit on it and gave me sloppy slow head and I hit the blunt as she sucked my dick.
I passed her the blunt again and pushed her back and pulled her shorts down roughly and pulled her legs and she fell back.
Her pussy lips were so pretty and I kissed them and licked her growing clit and she moaned and threw her legs into the air and back and I sucked her clit and teased it with my tongue.
By this time the blunt was a roach and she put it in the ashtray and enjoyed what I was doing for awhile before she said put that big ass dick in me.
I stood and moved between her legs and pushed them back and put my dick between her legs and rubbed it back and forth as she squirmed and tried to make it slide in.
I pushed it in hard and she cried out a little but she didn't stop me.
Her eyes were stretched wide open and she started to move with me.
I fucked her until she came and her juices ran down her ass crack and wet the sheet that i had on the sofa.
I stood and she took my dick back in her mouth and sucked a little more before I turned her around and kissed her pussy from the back.
I stood and slamed my dick into her and she screamed and pushed back on my dick.
I grabbed her little hips and pushed her forward and back and slammed into her.
She kept coming and could feel her juice splattering my thighs and my feet.
I fucked her until I roared that I was cumming and she turned round and took my dick in her mouth and sucked me till I was dry.
We kissed and she went in the bathroom and cleaned up and just as she was walking out of the bathroom her friend came back.
We smoked and talked and she made it very clear that she would be back the next day and they rode off on the scooter together.
I went in the house and sat down and thought to myself.
Damn bro, you get in the strangest situations.
What a great life. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY




Friday, May 17, 2013

[SYMBIOSIS] BEE EROTIQUE


[SYMBIOSIS] BEE EROTIQUE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... COME WITH ME...
http://youtu.be/1JYuTgRUY0U


I a bee hover around your flower as it in all its color beckons to me on a primordial level.
I long to drink of its nectar and pollinate its ovaries on the way to building the whole.
A long kiss on the lips, manipulation of the clitoris...
Magnificent the explosion.
I hover and enter it again and again...
A most welcome intruder into the lair of your pleasure where I a bee flutter responsively...
Sap pounding in my veins as you and I become symbiotic...
On a whole nother level where you and I as one seek the little death...
Your flower puffy, your flower aromatically sweet, your flower unique.
Its face imprinted in the depths of my subconscious mind where even I asleep recognize its petals...
A moment of realization as it drains me and leaves me satisfied in the release.
I a bee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THERMONUCLEAR DYNAMICS]


[THERMONUCLEAR DYNAMICS ON THREE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU BETTA LISTEN CAUSE THIS WAS WRITTEN TO THIS...
http://youtu.be/CVq7o44qBsw

The sun pon mine head attests to the fact that I have survived. 
Most glorious art the days.
Hum of cars and flowers blooming in the Florida spring.
I drink of the life and feel it course through mine body and into my structure...
The solid of mine bones and the mitochondrial of my DNA.
I see the queens and mine mind absorbs them as essence... Permeating to the depths of mine manly soul.
The past, present and the future passes from mans lips and into mine ears and becomes the sidewalks that I trod upon on spiritual plains.
Soft clouds of ganja smoke becoming a part of the ether where mans imagination is found wandering... Wondering.
Sunny days in Babylon where we roam together and alone as the crowd becomes the waves of humanity that have lived as Towns and cities, villages and hammocks that a bard has passed through on the way to now.
Sometimes beauty is found in the strangest places as day fades into dusk and dusk becomes the night where so many think that tomorrow is promised.
All the while looking in the wrong places.
Solar rays shining on a new eventuality.
Warm and strong...

Shining pon.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

(MOSES IN THE PROMISED LAND)


(MOSES IN THE PROMISED LAND) 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE… THERE IS A PURPOSE HERE, LISTEN TO THE MUSIC… 
http://youtu.be/KkMiCGTi0SM

 I woke up with the intent to throw a monkey wrench in the works. 
See I know that the folks that look like me are most of the time my worst enemy, so many so brainwashed that while they are born again they are born lost. 
In these times where everybody is educated and plugged in our bulb seems to grow ever dim… The corners where the darkness contains monsters created by a vicious system draw ever near. 
Walls closing in.
Babies pulled from mothers wombs and given the mark.
 A European last name and a social insecurity number and cast into the pits of public education where not a damn thing is taught relating to the African.
 Savages saved and brought to this great nation where minorities still make the best soldiers for the front lines… Fighting for freedom in a land where even the black president ain’t nothing but a well dressed nigger as the tea party calls for a revolution.
 Black life is still the cheapest as the government puts more guns and bullets on the street while screaming protection and somewhere a mother puts her baby in the ground. 
Tears running down her Negroid features… 
Salty like the ocean that the slaveships crossed to bring us here.
 Pharaoh just changed his clothes and lost melanin here in Babylon where the Israelites still look for the promised land while dying for being born the wrong color.
Sharif's stand at the judges right hand guarding the republic as slaves in chains are led to the auction block and handed time.
Led to the dungeons.
I woke up with the intent to throw somebody a key.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Sunday, May 12, 2013

SPIT DAT


[SPIT DAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... IF YOU WANT TO TRUELY SEE THE PIECE YOU GOTTA HEAR THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/4U3tueHrRRk
Cross the ghetto housing walls and into the universality.
A distinct and factual reality.
Pounding the concrete and banging down mental does.
These scintillating versatile floes soothe woes.
A bit a the old Harlem Renaissance.
A phenomenal rhyme filled seance.
Raise the dry bones... Raise the dry bones.
Willie Lawrences son is bringing this thang home.
Yeah though I once dwelled in the pit I aint forgot how to spit.
A flip a dis and a flip a dat shit.
A drop of momentous magnitude.
A pure shatterer of perceptions of latitude.
The thump in your left ventricle.
The bumping in your temples.
Pure beatdown in a cadillac trunk.
Fluid ass Florida guerilla funk.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, May 10, 2013

CHOCOLATE DROP

[CHOCOLATE DROP]
THE MUSIC AND YOU BETTER LISTEN CAUSE THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR IT...

Cum be my little chocolate drop...
Melt yourself all over me...
I am pressure born to be released...
The drizzle and the driving storm... 
The pounding beat at the back of your tunnel walls...
Reveal yourself to me...

Your layers are the stage for my rages and my sensuality...
Emergence of the beast lost in the taste of your chocolate as it drips from silver and black beard...
Falls across lapping tongue.
The beat...
The beat...
Pounding at my temples and beating in the veins that track the blood in my phallus...

Peel the wrapper away and show me your cocoa tones...
Make me want to take you savagely yet softly as I the beast fall into your duality...
The blessing of your creation...
The petals of the flower that blooms in your garden...
Spread universally...

Pushed up in a corner where I make the air vibrate with the sounds of primitive drums...
The head made of skin...
As I spank it and make it vibrate...
Poot, fart and spit...
Push it back to me as I push into the beats of your heart...
Rearrange the patterns of your dna...
Cum... 
Be my little chocolate drop...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY