[VIVID MEMORIES OF TASTING YOU]

[VIVID MEMORIES OF TASTING YOU]

THE MUSIC AS WE DO THE DO...
http://youtu.be/TFo3qFWKyDY

I reminisce you tasty on my tongue...
Pound pound.
I reminisce on the savage of the beatdown... all pink and brown.
Pound pound.
Rushing blood and rapid heartbeats...
We fucking frantically...
Pound pound.
You on top and me squeezing titty and ass...
Bounce bounce...
Pound pound.
Me on top with legs pushed back to open flower...
Lick me a taste...
Turn you round and let it hang down...
I plunging in...
Buried in your mound...
Pound pound...
Spanking ass cheeks and yelling loud...
Dick strong, dick proud.
You got me tasting you a little bit...
As I reminisce...
Pound pound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[A SPIDERS VIEW]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/0mqIz5DeJPc

I am as intricate as the silken web of the spider,,,
The theory of pi as I mathematically drop these phrases screaming to a computer or phone screen near you.
Come 4d blazing into your newsfeed...
360 all encompassing degrees as I divulge these circular visions... 
What is to be has and will be...
Fractured realities and fantastic possibilities as I weave...
Fly racing by...
My web transparent yet strong as I contemplate...
Wait.
The law of averages plays out...
Fly ensnared.
Another day finds me reflecting in the drops of dew that line my web...

Digressing into these digressions.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MAYBE ONE DAY]

[MAYBE ONE DAY]
THE MUSIC... DO NOT MISS THIS...
 http://youtu.be/kiTrToNKR2I

Let me enter your depths and fill your pits...
Become the concrete of your foundations and hold you up...
Let me be the skies that you look at as you find your peace...
A most lovely sunset.
The twinkle of a star in your eye.
The wondering as your mind wanders across the galaxy of time...
We on mental trajectories proceeding into future times...
Stories in libraries that are read and reread.
We the essence and the rhyme... The rhythm's procession tells a story of we falling from the stars complete.
You and I against the gathering storm.
Let me hold you in my arms and talk of these things as my hair grows grey...
Listen to the sound of your voice and dwell in the timbre as you download pon me.
We as symphony.
Rising and falling ... spiraling forth  in crescendo... becoming the beatdown as we breakdown the walls that hold us prisoner...
We as utopia...
Let me in.

jERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[RAGING FLAMES]

[RAGING FLAMES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS POUND... VERY DIFFERENT MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/hV6BzsgOLAw


Once a bright fire burned in an enslaved peoples belly...

It consumed all and became hunger... They wanted to be free.

They talked about freedom, sang about freedom and died for freedom.

They knew that freedom was spiritual and lived that way...

Some came at it peaceful and some were classified militant as they fought together...

They died in church bombings and on street corners... They died in fields surrounded by white faces... A jury of peers as defined by just-us.

A bright fire as a cross representative of peace unmasked itself and burned savagely as the emblem of hatred.
All the enslaved people wanted was equality or so they thought as integration roared in and swept them off their feet.
It disguised as equality, such a deceptive beast.
So many who sold out as affirmative action picked the ones who would be the vanguard.
They chosen because of their humbleness and docile nature.
The ghettos still raged as the fire smoldering became pain and outrage.
It very apparent that equality was just a dream as judges, lawyers and juries participated in the new slavery.
Racially profiled the people were stopped and violated, thrown into prison and forced labor loosely described as the new slavery.
They worked jobs that had no equals in real society... Dead ends.
95 black inmates to five whites as the war against drugs became the vessel Belly of the Beast.
A ship that sails nowhere yet it carried its passengers straight to the auction block.
They bought and sold as government subsidies and federal grants.
The life of the people became cheap as innocents blood stained sidewalks roped off by yellow tape.
Another policeman exonerated... Another white murderer set free by popular opinions poll in the white mass media.
Another family cried as their sons memory was scandalized.
He who fought for his life becoming the aggressor as painted in black and glaring white... Between the lines.
 The people trained to forget soon did as it all built up to the next time a black person died.
The fires coals became embers which reignited the fire to be free.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[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

[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