(STANDING ON A SONS RAY)
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/tS1GgG_Oing

I who was born on this planet the son of an earth and a sun, the end result of freedom stolen and never released from the hold of the beast.
I who they preached white Jesus to from a blasphemous pew while simmering pigfoot stew.
A most toxic brew that has rotted more minds than opium, cocaine, heroin and crystal meth combined...
I whom they tried to convince that I was a smiling coon eating watermelon to the rind as they divided, conquered and stagnated the collective black mind.
Put the men in dresses and women's clothes and made the women bitches and hoes as they closed even more does and the niggas twerked all the way to the motherfucking floe... Dropped it low.
My neck, my back, some gold teeth and a pearl painted Cadillac sitting on 34s.
I who they tried to sell Nikki Menage's ass as it grew and grew and grew.
Might as well put wings on it and let it fly off into the blue, let it drop booty dew on the confused.
They standing around with mouths open trying to catch the shit on their extended tongues.
Clouds raining Molly and pharmaceuticals.
I who see the futility of all these things.
I who would start a revolution if only I could get enough Jordan's, some gold, some diamonds that I would give away as pay to some of these deaf dumb docile sheep as they fall to their knees and sway and pray to a book born of the suns rays.
I who standing in the wind finds his words carried away.
I born on the third rock of one of the thousands of suns in the milky way.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE SEVENTH DEGREE OF HIGHER CAUSALITY)
THE SOUND...
http://youtu.be/dAw9Y1nGd2A

I as man want to matriculate into you on cellular levels.
To study of your form... It so intriguing to me that I upon learning all its glory would graduate to god status.
Become a denizen of the seventh level of heaven.
Thou such a lovely digression.
I as man want to be reborn in your womb.
My head pushing its way to emergence in your honey pit.
Stroking your back walls and scratching your itch.
My words the shushing of the wave...
The raging of the tsunami.
I as man seeking our beginnings look into the layers of your epidermis and am taken far beyond the petty boundaries of this realm.
I a thought.
I the thought.
The thought I.
Playing over and over as I trace your lines.
You the object of art that I pore over in my studio.
Play over and over in my mind.
An old song flipped out and new.
I dissolved into you as a new days dawns on an alien world.
A red sun.
A yellow sun.
Born of the blackness son.
I my dear, the willing student learning of you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

S
Dive on down
I quiver
As your breath
Caresses the nape of my neck
Paralized ..
I come alive

J
I descend into and onto you.
Feeling you as your breathing becomes elongated.
I listening to your cries become hard but soft.
I am putty, I am steel.
I come alive

S
You've seized my mind
You've challenged my thought's
Surrounding
Me in deep amour
With the slight of your touch
I give you
Complete control

Feel me in your secret places as I enclose you in my lust my love.
I lightly touching and caressing.
I drumming down.
My salvation is your flesh I surrender myself.
I give you.

S
With sighs of ecstasy
You are the substance
I so fervently needed
Slide
Into my sintillizing  flesh
Slowly but forcefully
Absorb the deepness of my
Wetness
Feel
The creamiest of cream
You have encapsulated from
The ocean of my precious treasure chest
Embrace this flamed soul

You have  me shaking to the bone
You got me in another state of mind  as I reach my peak
Revitalizing.. Intriguing
Every crevice that exist
Defining each graspfull
Stroke you so powerfully inject
Lost in the abyss of that skillful dick you inflict

Starlet Williams
© 9/21/2014

(THE TRAVELERS INSPECTION COMPLETED AND FILED) A SUBMITTED TOPIC MASHUP
THE PEOPLE WHO CONTRIBUTED AND THE CONTRIBUTIONS ARE LISTED AT THE END OF THIS PIECE...
THE SOUND OF INTROSPECTION...
http://youtu.be/lO6vz0fliOM

Hue-mans...
So caught up in these fractualities that are called lives where at most hue-mans are defined generationally, having totally overlooked their potentiality.
Such wasted effort... Such a horrendous pity.
Trying to understand the magnitude of deities while remaining
Men... Women...
Races and separate societies.
So much time lost as karma continues to yap unabated at hue-manities unprotected heel.
And where once fatherhood stood as a momentous thing now stands a gaping wound carved in hue-manities skin... Gouged from sons earth.
The queen you see having forgotten her responsibilities to the village... The thrall.
A traveler inspecting the panorama as humans rush headlessly along.
Manhood such a part of the price as it taken away has fallen into disarray.
Such a savagely extracted price as the whip whistled through the air... The courtroom gavel fell, the shot rang out in #Ferguson and a hue-man body hit the ground and is now turning into the sand storm.
It sweeping across the land as fairy dust as hue-manity forgets yet once again.
A mother and fathers pain played on international tv.
Hue-mans...
Hmph.

Monique Harris: Caught up
Janice lazcano: Generational heritage... Deity
Magueda jackson: Karma
Kirk Harris: Fatherhood...Manhood... Responsibilities of a true queen.
Mustafa Muhammad: Ode to the fallen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(HOLD ME AS I HOLD YOU) A COLLABORATION FEATURING DENISE OLIVER
THE MUSIC...
Hip Hop …: http://youtu.be/jXB84YbdC_U

D
Holding you close is what I desire and heaven would be no longer be a mystery, cause when I look into your eyes I will see the image of Allah staring back at me
J
Which in fact is what you should see for man is but a reflection of Allah.
We... Fragments of his being sheared off and left standing on a rock in the infiniteness of all this space.
D
And infinitely my love for you goes beyond the perimeters of what my heart can hold as my soul captures you safe and secure
J
You are the culmination of promises made so long ago to my ancestors.
They standing on a plain... In the shade of great trees.
You fill my empty spaces
D
Since the beginning I have seeked you passing through impostors that didn't hold a light to what I imagined you to be until the day my soul recognized the sound of your voice and welcomed you home
J
I lion roaring, singing of we to all who would listen
A look out over the crowd and there you stood out an image burned into my poetic mind.
I holding you so close that I seem to merge into you... You into me.
We twain shall be.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND DENISE OLIVER

{SPACEYSEXYBEAST FYAHFLAMEHITTA}

 {SPACEYSEXYBEAST FYAHFLAMEHITTA}

THE MUSIC IN RETROSPECT...

http://youtu.be/bj3y5vFS3Es

Looking at you and I find myself all the way the fuck out here...

I wanting to fuck with your sanity as you fuck with mine.

Looking at you got me caught up in reflections and introspections.

My head so full of the full phatness of you and these thoughts just got to get out... My head pressing against the zipper of my Dickies.

Got me wanting to push you back and lay in that pussy, all the way back to your womb... Push it in hard and just stay there... Lie there for a second... A minute.

I so caught up in the want to of make you mine that screams at me from my basis.

I ensnared in the nappy of your hair... Lost in the spirals and fascinated by your lines.

An eternity between your thighs as we become the little death that orgasm brings...

You... You taste so sweet as I pronounce your name... It across my vocal chords the most lovely sound.

I unbound in the insanity of a fluid vision pouring pure from the stream of my consciousness...

Splattering droplets of we.

Where I am and where I be as I stroke hyperbole and try to bring it smoothly into this realm...

Where all can see how deeply you affect me.

A pull back and Your lips forming an "Oh" elicit a sigh... Your lips forming an O, the friction against my rigid skin.

Societies religions and causality the result of man looking into your eyes.

Way the fuck out here where I am.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{A THOUSAND PIECES OF YOU LYING UNDISCOVERED CRY MY NAME}

{A THOUSAND PIECES OF YOU LYING UNDISCOVERED CRY MY NAME}

THE MUSIC... DEDICATED TO THE EMPRESSES WHOM I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL...

http://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

You fragmented and broken down lie like puzzle pieces on the floor of my mind...

You jumbled and unorganized.

I sit and look a second before I pick up what I perceive to be a corner and start to build.

I looking for the next clue...

The next part of you.

A corner of your afro...

The nipple that adorns your breast.

The toes of your feet that have carried you this far.

I never tiring of my devotion to you find my forehead pressed to the ground.

The blood rushing to my thinking brain.

The blood rushing to my loins.

I so full of you that I may leave this earth as an implosion.

Collapsing in on myself.

A spot of light as I evaporate into the nether.

Blinking out of existence.

The pyramids built on the system pi pale in comparison to your magnitude.

I sitting here trying to put you back together reflect in the mirror of your image.

It straining to be found as I sift through the cut up pile of what could have been refuse... 

Simply translated as trash which is what they would have made of you.

It was only when I saw you that the pieces made sense.

I trying to put you together again.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY