{IF THE REVOLUTION WAS TELEVISED WOULD YOU WATCH IT?}

{IF THE REVOLUTION WAS TELEVISED WOULD YOU WATCH IT?}

The artist being featured here is Tim Okamura.

All the paintings are by him...

The words are by Jerald Murphy

THE MUSIC FOR THIS EXHIBIT...

http://youtu.be/mBCAAS_WwNw

And here we are at the other end of a bloodless revolution if you don't count the ancestors whose forgotten blood cries in anguish from stolen ground...

The dirt hurts... And the dirt hurts as we become name brand.

Where once a queen in Africa bore the prototypical Jesus and we as Lions roamed free.

On the plains and in the jungles... Spiritually.

We once were free.

And here I am lost in the confusion of you as you spit Willie Lynch at me...

The nigger part 3.

You having been made slave spitting toxic spew.

What the fuck is you gone do?

Got queens willing to stick by yo side cause if they will ride or die for some silly shit surely they will be there when you for real...

You so afraid of  revolting but so willing to kill your brother.

The queens awaiting your arrival feel the pressure that a real king drops.

He gone barometric.

In the very air.

They inhale.

They are calmed in the breeze of your impeding storm for they know that it brings relief...

You the once enemy having become the cure...

The earth remembers well.

Laws designed to make you seem animalistic and out of control as he spins the merry go round...

The roulette wheel...

POW!

Life passing by vibrantly...

She holding it in her tones...

Such a beautiful thang even in the face of all this pain.

She whispering of his return from the bottomless pit where he has lingered so long...

Butterflies and sighs...

Time for brothers to arise...

Float up out dat pit and find some get back to the basics...

Here...

On the other side of the revolution.

BY JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE WARRIORS SYMPHONY}

{THE WARRIORS SYMPHONY}
THE POUNDING BEAT ON A WARRIORS TEMPLES...
http://youtu.be/3Z2upFUdrhU

This symphony...
 Frantically...
Trying to drop this thang fo I return to dust.
No fear of that...
Fear that I will not get it all said... Before I am dead.
Lying there with people crying when they should be smiling cause I will be leaving this hell...
I'm so tired of this shit...
These simplistic beings humanity...
People still on that fuckery in this the age of technology.
Bombs falling in Palestine.
Jews trying to commit genocide.
Police at war with the black populace...
Killing indiscriminately.
What did school do to you?
Got to have protection against your own brother and the other motherfucker.
Preachers and teachers molesting the babies...
Boka Haram kidnapping black girls.
Y'all done forgot bout dat.
Children in Detroit cant take baths... Cant get a cup of water...
Some a dem children gone die...
That's your fault if you ain't on that.
Could be your child next.
Betta wake yo sleepwalking asses up... Betta motherfucking kick in does and wreck fucking shop...
But you to scared.
Angels look on in disgust.
You so worried bout being a Muslim, a Christian, a Jew that you can watch others die and not bat an eye.
You so worried about belonging that you fall silent in the face of wrong.
Sororities, fraternities and masonic degrees as you bring the world to its knees.
You big now hunh?
Woe unto you for the things concealed... the dark things that you have done.
The symphony plays.
Frantically.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{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