{WITHOUT YOU}

{WITHOUT YOU}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THE SOUND AND THE WRITE ARE ONE...
http://youtu.be/2dF9HF53KnM

And again I find that I am infinitesimal without you, The stars a blanket above my head... The ground my bed.
I lonesome in the blackness of my soul... Cold and hard like a steel blade...
Double edged.
I long to speak these words into a queens ears as we sated lie.
Tell her of all the times I was supposed to die and how I survived as I sought her...
Bullets, knives and betrayal.
The joy of my children's births...
Gods and Earth's.
Rat Meat the wino and Caveman my mentor.
I so caught up in the milk of her way... hazy and dazed as my fingers find solidity and nappy roots...
I long to hear your sigh and your laughter... Your anger which I will try to take away...
Make you a sunny day.
Pull a panorama into full view as I paint a tableau with my words and listen to yours.
Speak on the full scope and magnitude of the nuclear being me... Reach into the melanin and draw out the carbon... lay it on the page.
Talk of your rebirth and mine as the planet takes back what it is owed... One little bitty life at a time.
 What do we leave?
Knowledge or ignominy?
The cosmos could be ours if only we could unite, you and I.
I sitting here at a desk in Florida pouring my all out to you as the night sings such a lulling song... Crickets and cicadas... Barking dog and hum of tire.
I sit here infinitesimal, existing without you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE STORY IS TOLD} SENRYU

{THE STORY IS TOLD}  SENRYU
THE MUSIC... PLEASE LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/IrnPw_5lrn8

{THE SOLDIER}
Man born as green sprout 
His roots digging into earth
He becomes entrenched

{WARRIOR SOUL}
At times lion he
At times lover, he is soft
The planet he, calm

{HER ESSENCE}
His queen is soft rain
She is his healing nation
Her air his relief 

{LOVE BORN}
Together complete
They linger in loves embrace
Beautiful dawn

{ATMOSPHERE}
Air gently quivers
The future promised come, gone
A sigh from times soul

{FORTITUDE}
The road less traveled
Sun drenched and forever stretching
They weather it one 

(THE CURTAINS RISE ON ACT ONE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ACT...
Beautiful Piano Beat / Instrumental [2012]: http://youtu.be/sxKtqF00dog

The setting: a sidewalk somewhere in Amerikka.

His heart an open wound cries the red blood of her name as it leaks to thirsty ground.
He lying wounded grievously is only a moment from death, for he without her pumping hydraulic through his system cannot rise.
Vultures circle his dying form as it lies in the light of finally overstanding how essential she is to he.
The patterns of life forming pictures of what they should be on the screen of his psyche.
An angel leading him to the edge of the stage right.
He takes his leave as the crowd screams his name.
Such a performance having never been seen by they.
So many awakened souls calling him back.
He enters again stage right and takes his bow.
Explaining the things that he witnessed as he breathed his last breath and hovered above his prone form.
He is now  star, this son born of man.
This sun born of woman.
Hydrogen in his form...
He bows again deeply.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

LION FALLING FROM THE SKY
THE SOUND OF LION FALLING..
Floating in the Space [Trap Beat 2014]: http://youtu.be/_7toLXv7E3o

And you went off looking for me in the land of false expectations where fools abound.
I have never resided there for I born of the spark shone from my conception.
It was known that I would come...
The ghetto producing light has always been a factor.
Prophets standing on street corners dropping knowledge.
Building as they stand on concrete squares.
From the depths of the deepest darkest.
Queens of brown and black skin with fire in their soul.
Somebody mention Maya Angelou.
I once too was caged bird... My wings... My wings.
You looking in the land of underestimation where empty hulls that were once men blow in the wind.
Become cinders and smoking clouds as you are consumed by the atmosphere.
The curse of not knowing who you are.
A vain attempt at being equal while not gaining overstanding.
Equal to who?
Are you not man?
Is that not justification enough?
I do not occupy the planes of the dimension where you seek.
I am.
Eye am.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE RESURRECTION)
THE MUSIC.... DON'T SLEEP ON IT...
IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
Epic Orchestral Underground Hip Hop / Rap Instrum…: http://youtu.be/ySRcZ6X5jvo

Just when you thought you had obliterated me I came surging verbally...
A pure black psyche ripped from the knowledge tree...
A branch to beat the ass of hypocrisy and drop degrees and decrees.
Just when you thought you had killed I and I, I and I opened a can of Sellasie I mixed with why the fuck why and took that shit waaayyy out there somewhere way past in fin I ti...
A shogun in an alphabetic dojo suspended an I mation... Pure creation.
Impact so hard that motherfuckers in other universes pause and nod...
That's that shit.
Amoebas in purple puddles be...
Salat to Allah on jalsa's knee.
Just when you thought I was dead and buried, bones and hair I became your worst nightmare.
Thoughts formed of pure Melanin Magnetically joined rhythmically and dropped blacker than the eye of Osiris see...
The womb of Isis and the immaculate conception.
Stolen, worked and thrown away.
I do not motherfucking play.
They tried to obliterate me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHERE THE???)
THE MUSIC...
Marz Madness - Shawty A Gem ( Prod. The Ivy Club): http://youtu.be/_Hxm2baJBcM

And I am ripped from the here and now into the what ifs as I smell your scent cybernetic...
What if and shit becomes primal as I visualize you laid out and shining from the soft sheen of sweat that graces your skin.
My meat and yours as I sink in... Brown and black.
Pink petals pulled back.
I taste.
I taste yesterday, tommorrow and a beautiful future.
Hmmmm.
You rip me from the drudgery and the insanity as I intergalactic and interdemensional linger on your physique.
Fuck my way into your nubianity.
Bring blackness boiling forth from your loins.
It translucent shining as it skeets glistening into the air and redistributed as drops splattered as I beat down, bend down and drink.
One minute in 1860 the next 2014, time irrelevant where we be.
Me making you and you making me see... Be 4d.
We ripped from this, shredded and fucking free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(JUICY FRUIT)
THE MUSIC... CAUSE SEX IS BASS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5vvCo0oxGk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Tell me something.
How did your fruit get so fat?
Why does it hang like that?
It making me want to place it to my lips and suck its juice.
So ripe and sweet, traveling across my taste buds and permeating into the utter depths of who I be.
Carbon, salt and water.
I seeking to be enveloped in its warm and wet embrace.
Ensheathed.
Your fruit is the makings of we... A taste of the tree of knowing these things.
The incubator of our seed... The vessel of our release.
So vital to who we be.
Any person who has a problem with that must be diseased, the root of the problem.
Cursed by the witchdoctor with ignorance and self hate.
A taste of your juice the only cure for this malady.
It covered in fuzz like the skin of a peach... So pretty in its brown and pink tones.
Fragrant beyond belief on a purely pheromonic level.
Playing across all my receptors as o digress onto these degrees ripped from the triple stages and bring them to the light to grow strong In the sun.
Phat fruit hanging free.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY