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Sunday, November 17, 2013


[WHAT DID HE SAY?]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/GthzcPYSiME


See aint nobody crying about this travesty...
All the niggas is new it seems...
Linked by tragedy to this word it seems.
See aint nobody talkin bout how it ain't but one holiday with the name of an African in a country built on the Africans back.
Yep it seems that the new nigga done forgot that.
Aint nobody raising no hell on Capital hill bout racial profiling and Weed and seed...
Bout black kids dying by guns brought into the ghetto by the white mans hands.
Aint nobody crying bout the fact that they say that they are winning the war against terror when heroin from Afghanistan is circulating in cities Amerikkkkan.
When the difference between starving or eating is decided by the fact "Do I need to move that?"
Aint nobody standing in church pulpits and trying to get the people to see that religion is the key to your enslavement...
Set my people free.
Don't nobody care that little Donnell got twenty or Dap paid with his life...
A statistic is just a mark on a page...
"These niggers died by gunfire... Pour me another drink... Har Harrr."
Seems that aint nobody crying cause they are to concerned with the shoes on their feet and the car that they drive...
Thinking that materialism gives em status...
The vain are gonna bust hell wide open.
A Cadillac dont mean nothin to Allah.
Aint nobody crying cause they are to busy trying to live happy in a system where they are counted out...
Born a slave, die a slave.
Check mark.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, November 14, 2013

[LUCIDITY]


[LUCIDITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/5NO0f7IXnPA


She falls from a mans mind...
Vivid and real and he writes of her curves...
The lovely of her build...
The lines and wrinkles that make her her.
He describes her as chocolate... As daughter of Eve... As Queen.
She the apex of his being... He of hers.
He sees her in sleep, in his wet dreams and in the dry ones.
He writes of the marks that stretch across her belly which tell of we...
Road maps to who we once were...
He talks of rubbing them, of kissing them.
She he reminisces sweet.
He in longing calls forth her image and breathes artistry into it...
Painting with pen strokes.
Rips her from the page in syntax...
She screaming in the sun as a phoenix born from the ashes of his rabid thoughts.
He washed in her fire becomes carbon, the base of human life.
He sits and contemplates her as she falls from his mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[TO THE PAST]


[TO THE PAST... TO THE PRESENT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/OMrAruBQluc

Once in palpitations fast did my heart beat for you...
I was suspended in your air and rooted in your earth...
Mesmerized by your rotations.
Once I would have traversed the heavens to be in your space...
Felled a mighty Baobab tree with my bare hands...
Fought the demons that persecuted you.
Once I was held enthralled in your presence...
Your voice the rain that fell on my parched plains...
Sanctity for my raging brain...
Peace in your skin... Peace in your arms.
Once I knew you...
Or so I thought...
I as lone man reflecting on the days that were ours...
The moments that became the years...
Children born from womb who have become men and women.
A reflection of our reflection...
Once I loved you with every beat of my racing heart.
I still do.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART FIVE

[HOUSE OF THE RISING SON] PART FIVE
THE SOUND...
 http://youtu.be/7iCxjXZOYsU

Ishmael walks into the room and sees nothing...
All of a sudden a figure appears.
It is not the way that the figure appears that startles Ishmael but the matter.
The man seems to materialize from the wall.
From where he comes there is no door.
As the man walks towards Ismael he seems to almost float, he is so graceful.
He wears a black shirt and black slacks and his hair is in dreadlocks that are thick as a mans wrist.
He walks up to Ishmael and extends his hand, as Ishmael takes it there is a controlled transfer of information and Ishmael sees the man standing in various places and rooms such as this one with various African descendants.
The man withdraws his hand and says "I am Melchizedek, the high priest.
Ishmael knows that he speaks truth.
The man looks at him and in his eyes there is knowledge, wisdom and pain.
He looks to be about 50, but there is youth in him as well.
Ishmael is astounded... this man looks pretty well for someone who spoke to Abraham and again to the one that the Christians call Jesus.
Melchizedek looks at the young man and says "Show me the things you can do."
It is not a question.
Ishmael knows that there are objects around the room, in the shadows and he lifts them with his mind and brings them to the center of the room.
They are balls, basketballs to be precise and Ishmael even in the middle of this test is amused by the irony and he makes the balls bounce a few moments before he stops.
He leaves the balls suspended in the air as he turns to Melchizedek and says "What else would you like to see?"
Melchizedek smiles as he thinks, This one is witty.
Show me everything.
Ishmael says "There are things that I cannot show you in this room."
He takes Melchizedek's hand and suddenly they stand on a plain where a herd of wildebeest graze, this is no transfer, they have actually transported and Melchizedek looks at Ishmael as he takes off running.
He runs towards the lions that lounge at the edge of the herd and suddenly everything is motion as all the animals, the lions and the wildebeest start to run.
For a second Ishmael is lost to Melchizedek's sight in the dust, the melee.
He reappears and he rides a wildebeest, the lions run at the side of the wildebeest before it turns and comes Melchizedek's way.
All the animals follow suit and just as it seems they are about to run him over they stop.
The wildebeest kneels as Ismael steps down and all the animals sit as if they are waiting for him to speak.
He walks up to Melchizedek and says "Is this enough?"
Melchizedek looks at him and says "You are the spark."
Ishmael is confused.
"What is spark?"
"Spark is what man came from, it is something that happened during creation.
Time has no meaning for spark, I myself am spark yet my abilities are nothing compared to yours.
I have lived for thousands of years yet I can do only one of the things that you just did.
You did them all as effortlessly as waking.
Spark is passed along and no one knows when it will manifest yet when it does there is sure to be great change.
Look at the stories that you know from the bible and the scrolls, from the various cultures. The stories of Moses and of Noah.
The story of David and Solomon, David was the only man who ever passed the spark for two more generations.
You my son are spark and as such you will always be under attack from those who seek to enslave man.
You will be tested time and time again.
Pray and stay strong my son for your guide shall come soon, what he does may seem strange to you but you must not question what he does.
Be blessed my son.
Melchizedek takes something from his pocket and he opens it and pours some in his hand and rubs some in Ishmael's hair.
Be blessed for the battle comes.

TO BE CONTINUED

Genesis 14:18-20 

And Melchizedek king of Salem brought out bread and wine. (He was priest of God Most High.) And he blessed him and said, “Blessed be Abram by God Most High, Possessor of heaven and earth; and blessed be God Most High, who has delivered your enemies into your hand!” And Abram gave him a tenth of everything.



Hebrews 7:1-28 
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For this Melchizedek, king of Salem, priest of the Most High God, met Abraham returning from the slaughter of the kings and blessed him, and to him Abraham apportioned a tenth part of everything. He is first, by translation of his name, king of righteousness, and then he is also king of Salem, that is, king of peace. He is without father or mother or genealogy, having neither beginning of days nor end of life, but resembling the Son of God he continues a priest forever. See how great this man was to whom Abraham the patriarch gave a tenth of the spoils! And those descendants of Levi who receive the priestly office have a commandment in the law to take tithes from the people, that is, from their brothers, though these also are descended from Abraham. ...


Note: remember that this was written by Paul so the reference to Jesus as the son of god was written by him. It is not what Jesus or Allah said.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY





























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Monday, November 11, 2013

I remember the soft touch of a woman yet it seems so foreign to me...


[THE BEAT]
THE BEAT FOR THIS BEAT... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/6b8bJ1Y1NqI

As these rhythms pound off in the dimensions of my mind and fill the spaces in between, where the livid thoughts reside and manifest...
Dancing and cavorting in syncopated chaos around the village fire.
As the shadows play off the walls and grow larger and larger taking on lives of their own.
The beast in the darkness, light reflecting off his refractory lenses...
He so hungry.
The tribe dances as the sounds echo into the neurons and synapses...
The doctor enters and starts to step... The dust seems to become apart of who he is...
Lion and man.

Give I back I witchdoctor.
He merging with the stars and becoming solar.
We children of the sun...
The village enchanted falls in line and the power is felt universally as aliens in other systems feel the vibe...
Come alive...
Come alive.
We the chosen having been demonized and vilified in these sordid times.
Living on planes where all we are is food for the beast who waits for the fire to die...
Pacing at the edge of light.

In hindsight...
These rhythms pound in my head.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Thursday, November 7, 2013

SLIGHTLY DARKENED ROOM


[SLIGHTLY DARKENED ROOM] A COLLAB STARRING 
So Sincere
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... ITS AN EAR WRANGER... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/N-ToNSCRd0M

So Sincere
Tender kisses to your crown, worship of a king is about to begin. You lower your eyes if shy or unworthy, I kiss you again and now you're ready Meeting my eyes, I look in deep I see a prowling lion devouring sheep Not a monster but a masterful hunter, I want to be devoured and never more wonder Worshipping you and fear fueled respect What have you to deliver that I could never expect

Yodaddynasty
I but a man accept thy kind graces... The touch of a queen that brings all things clear. I look away to hide the raging of the beast as he paces and waits for the door to open. I look into your eyes and project my want... my need. You the prey yet the hunter as I in anticipation watch you naked. Such a vivid apparition. These things that I will show you

So Sincere
I wait for you to lead but you lie in submission I feel a rush of desire, and need to proceed. I want to devour and worship I bow my head to your chest, kissing in worship, biting in wanting Nails sinking in your thighs, you moan and I once again must see the scene in your eyes

Yodaddynasty
As you take me in your mouth I am catapulted away and exist on other plains... on other planes. I lie back and revel in the feeling of your lips. Pure satin and finest silk. You most certainly a gift from the heavens above cast into my hard days and tortured nights. I pull you up and kiss your breasts as I caress your wet petals. You lay against my chest.

So Sincere
Laying on your chest I feel my royalty Hearing your strong heartbeat in rhythm with mine As I feel our hand intertwine, your grasp firm in demanding To you my king my treasure I'm handing. Straddling you now, I feel more of your strength, throbbing steady as into me you sink. Still holding my hand, with the other my movement you command, lowering me slowly I wait for you to demand. I want to be controlled, told what to do, told how my king desires my next act of worship to do Must it make you roar or should I just prolong it a tad more Stroking your staff steadily, creating a flow, your eyes meet mine and I realize you like it slow

Yodaddynasty
I feel you trying to anticipate my next move and I flip you to the bed and and push your legs back. I kiss your clit and you cry out... not in pain but in surprise... I see the wide of your eyes and place my dick at your lips and push in, fall all the way to the back.
You strain to kiss me and I grant your request... we fuck hard. Lips locked. I look down and see my dick sliding in and out... Hear your cries and I feel my cum as it boils from my nuts... begins its journey. It reaches my dick and I scream, "Its cummming! I pull from the warmth of you and hold it as it spews hot all over your pussy, your stomach and your tits. I pull your face to mine and kiss you deep. Mmmmm... you taste so sweet.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND SO SINCERE