IN THE GANJA SMOKE

[IN THE GANJA SMOKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN..
http://youtu.be/YezkYiSkvzY

Memories of you float by like drifting smoke and I find myself drawn in... Taken to other places where we once were new.
When your skin smelled like dew and I first looked into the liquid pools of your eyes.
You touch me from the smoke as it dissipates and I blow once again.
Sweet sinsi ganja smoke.
When I walked behind you and your booty bounced in my favorite sundress... On my favorite person.
You borne on wings of the subconscious where I and I reside.
A battlefield in a war torn mind.
The price of never forgetting the sweetness of you, even when the pain was so great that drowning would have been a most welcome death.
When I realized that we were never to be again.
When you would be lying in another's arms and I would be traversing this battle torn landscape alone.
The smoke starts to dissipate and I blow again and see you naked with your legs pushed back and I grow heavy for even in my memories you are solid.
Yet even that smoke floats away and I find myself  here alone.
Memories of you like sweet ganja smoke.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

FEED ME

[FEED ME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...



As unto fruit must I relate thee...
Succulent and hanging from an ancient tree where knowledge is acquired...
A peak through the bushes and a reach through the leaves where the petal has become the basis of formation.
A bite and thy juice as it trickles down my throat rejuvenates me...
So sticky and sweet that I lick it from mine lips and feel it in my tangled beard...
Nectar that serves to make me invincible... Able to stand strong in the face of opposition... Eases the pain of all these things that I have witnessed...
Reminds me of who I am and once was... Who I need to be.
All these things born of thine exposure to the rays of the beating sun...
The pull of lunar cycles and the changing of seasons as thee transform from blossom to root then tree...
The basis of mans existence...As unto fruit do I relate thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MOST SERIOUSLY]

[MOST SERIOUSLY] LIONS DONT SMILE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...


I rocks my mean mugg when I walk through this dimension cause demons reside here.
I mean physical demons who suck the flow and turn it into an evil stew.
A most caustic brew that burns the throat as it is swallowed on the evening news.
Demons who sell peace wrapped in the trappings of war where children are among the dead casualties who have become ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Preachers in pulpits giving props to dead soldiers...
As thugs on the corners pour it out for dead soldiers...
Islamic processions where the women wail for dead soldiers...
Mamas falling down from the pain.
I rocks my mean mugg so that you can't see the agony of knowing all these things that press on the grey matter of my brain.
Death one of the most beautiful dances as a body takes shots... explosions of fire and pirouettes in the cool morning air a moment before crashing lifeless to the killing floor.
Full color resolution... Blood splatters on the wall.
I rocks my mean mugg to let you know that if you cross me I will cross you out.
X marks the spot where I will bury you.
The angels and the demons will sort you out when the time comes.

JERSLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[SATED IN YOU] "THE BALLET" FEATURING SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION

[SATED IN YOU] "THE BALLET" FEATURING SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ACT...
http://youtu.be/5ZtrIBob2GI

 J
I like it when you gyrate... Physically and mentally.
So unique in your movements and your prose.
You my dear are my psychic elixer as you wash across my grey plains.
Sweep, soaring over my mental peaks.
I find myself lingering in your physicality and your mentality.
A pause as you soak into my bones.

S
 Soakin in your bones,Deep within the core of the marrow...
I feel,hear & scent everything you are....
The reality & the depths of fantasy wrapped in all that you are.....
The contour of your lust laces my passion sending it adrift....
You my dear my soul the breathe in my heart my everything...
Lingering into my arms you fit more then perfect as I'm ready for you to dwell within a prominent sanctuary as I'd awaken your dreams with the hint of the coral of my love.....

J
 I my dear fall upon you as rain, so succulent thy words...
You such a part of my living and my peace.
A moment in your arms becomes the all as it seems to be the eternity...
Never to leave your side.
We in such a delicate ballet that the flowers and the trees sway to our gentle breeze.
Your softness and hardness such a part of me...
Mmmmmmm...
I sweetly surrender.

S
 My words are nurtured by the passion exotically covering your love making sure there's no way around it as we both have felt pain doing the much necessary to maintain in you I grow completely coming intune,intertwine orgasmic correlation with prognostication,eternity ..... ah yesss baby...you are everything .....I need
"Never leave your side"
How could I !
All you are is what I need & nothing compares or close deep & down & now when I face it all I need is you....

J
 I eased by your verbal and physical manipulation...
So delicate and hard as you penetrate the atmosphere of my sensuality...
A star streaking through the skies of my darkest night.
I nourished and rebuilt in the layers of you.
We dancing in these clouds of euphoria where the drops of you fall as cosmic dust which builds my nation up.
All I need my beautiful empress is you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION

LINEAR ARC

[LINEAR ARC]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... GOTTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8xljRkAZbjI

A tickle at the belly of things as words become the artists canvas...
The beautiful smile of babes held in mothers arms...
The roar of a plane as it streaks away... away.
A landscape painted where a lone tree stands sentinel, testament to the passage of time... The changing of seasons.
A city 3000 years in the future so full of once denizens of this the planet Earth...
Living on another planet M3.
A long dead friend brought back to life and living in the resurrection of he in sentences and syntax...
His tale written and transcribed.
The hard cold concrete of urban streets where drugs and women are bought and sold... The thug with a semi automatic and a blunt in his hand...
The sweet pungent smell of ganja smoke drifting in the air.
Lights in the window of the store flashing the latest 40...
A jail cell where a boy becomes a man or a bitch.
All these things so intricately wound and bound that some go mad in the telling.
Straightjacket dreams of being the one...
Rap lyrics on brick walls.
An artist standing in other dimensions and trying to bring it back to life before your very eyes...
Scribbling... Scribbling.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[POUNDING IN THE TEMPLES OF MY TEMPLES]

[POUNDING IN THE TEMPLES OF MY TEMPLES]

THE POUND... DO NOT DISMISS IT...

http://youtu.be/_x_q3tZEU3A

Goodness gracious girl you got me wanting to fuck you...

Notice I did not say make love cause thats not my way...

I seek to conquer that pussy.

 Climb all the way to the back and plant a flag.

Beat at the bottom of your nappy heart and release your nature.

Make you scream Dadddyyyy as I beat your pussy and scratch your scalp.

Make you so wet that we slip and slide on the way to being released.

I the beast can speak so eloquently while being quite crude.

I will take this trip straight into the wilderness.

Swangin off nappy trees and flipping into pussy pools where the waters sometimes are shallow and sometimes deep.

Sometimes they bubble from the mouth of the creek and sometimes they spurt forth from the earth.

Sometimes they taste sweet and sometimes salty as the beast laps and drinks.

Girl I am going to beat that pussy like no other before...

Some a dat silverback shit...

Crash through the trees and take that pussy.

Beat chest and roar.

Beat chest and roar...

DAMN... THIS IS SOME GOOD PUSSY

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HAIKU JIT SU] PLINK PLINK

[HAIKU JIT SU] PLINK PLINK
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/DI4m3AEy3RI
The sound of crickets 
Songs unchanged by humanity 
The world a witness

Rivers whisper soft
Bubbling in beds singing sweet 
Rapids contain rocks

Green leaves wavering
Insects skate on waters skin 
Peace in the knowing

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY