(A PAUSE BEFORE PERFECTION)
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/5ZtrIBob2GI

If I were the sculptor and you the clay formed of dirt and water would I hear your voice calling to be form.
Would I listen or go another way.
Running from perfection cause in perfection I the sculptor would be signaling my end.
What more is there.
Would I lovingly caress the clay making it moist and smooth here.
Cutting lines there.
Your eyes and the spirals and naps of your hair.
I working would form your breasts and your buttocks, pressing for a moment and leaving my fingerprint so that future youth would whisper.
"He loved her so, you can see it in her formation."
"He left a fingerprint in her smooth skin."
I the artist living on in her image just as the most ancient art of Kemet speaks of we living as king, queens and seed.
The eyes of Nefertiti.
We the chosen of god you see, in the images as they hearken to our rise and fall.
I sculptor trying to express our complexity.
The depths of my need...
A darkened room where I look at you half formed and I can't sleep... I can't sleep.
The creator me as the clay weeps, as it laughs, as it gives birth to dreams.
I never wanting it to stop pause a moment before completion...
If I give them perfection would it mean my end?
I step back and take a long look as she formed from clay stands magnificently reticent.

(HEAL ME OH MEDICINE WOMAN AS I WARRIOR HEAL THEE)
THIS IS DEDICATED TO JEMELLA BOATWRIGHT WHO IS VERY SPECIAL TO ME
THE MUSIC... DON'T MISS IT

Speak to me oh medicine woman...
Tell me what is required of a warrior seeking thy healing.
A glimpse into your eyes has healed a thousand nicks and scrapes...
Has caused a man's weary blood to flow strong, caressed the fibrous muscles of a troubled heart.
Would it be to much to ask you to give a kiss... Fruit of thine lips as a warrior thirsty closes his eyes to the sweetness of thy taste.
As it saturated his receptors and causes him to sway.
So tremendous the need...
The awesomeness of the want...
A mountain... A river... A valley.
In your skin the pitch blackness of the deepest seas....
The darkness of antimatter in the depths of space as it holds matter in place.
Oh medicine woman wilt thou allow one such as he the chance to ease your pain... He your healing as surely as you are his... Power attracting power and casting it off as spent energy which feeds the nation.
Thy potion the strong tonic drank to instill strength.
Would thou a medicine woman allow a man to bury your demons face first in the dirt and make them the road that leads to a new beginning.
Trust a man with thine most prized possession... It beating in thy chest.
Could thou?
This battle having left him with keloids on his skin and empty spaces in his soul.
He standing and eliciting sighs which echo into the infinitesimal as they die out in the vastness where the possibility love glimmers and twinkles in the distance.
Sometimes real.... Sometimes the illusion caused by fevered dreams of the past.
The warrior raises his head...
He looks into the medicine woman's eyes...
He speaks...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE FRAGILITY OF RACIALITY) THIS PIECE WAS INSPIRED BY JANICE LANCAZO. LAST NIGHT I ASKED READERS TO SEND ME A PIC OF THEMSELVES AND I WAS SURPRISED TO GET ONE FROM JANICE. SHE IS USUALLY SUCH A QUIET OBSERVER. THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHOW MY DIVERSITY JANICE.
THE MUSIC... A CLASSIC
http://youtu.be/V-hmypa3wuA

And what of race?
The mentality that some use to uplift, some to degrade.
It such a moot term in the real scheme.
If aliens came suddenly into our atmosphere would they see this thing?
Would Allah?
Seldom on the road life do we meet someone who transcends raciality.
Who just plain sees.
So many of we so lost in being taught to hate at early ages...
Taught that we are better or worse for us being a color see?
It has truly become our mentality.
So many lost in the ignorance of all that.
Some have learned to escape the skin...
They having learned that respect is earned... It beyond skin deep.
Fathoms below all the surface see?
It in a place so dark that many avoid it even when given the light.
Afraid of what they might see in the corners see?
The fragility of race as it yanks slobbering at the end of its thick ass chain rabidly chattering see?
We all came from Africa.
What then of this thing race see?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MOMENTOUS)
Fingers explore flesh
Folds unfurled reveal secrets
Sap thick sweet and warm

Jerald Murphy

(ROOTICAL)
Tree reaching to sky
Roots entwined sustenance sought
They are the lovers

Jerald Murphy

(AFRICALITY)
Their air is life lived
Their union is love preordained
Sun and earth combined

Jerald Murphy

D
'Hey sweetheart may I have a moment of your time?  There's something I want to share with you that's been heavy on my mind.

J
Yes you may empress I love the way that you form words.
The way your lips move.
I would sit for a thousand and one nights listening to the melodious sound of your voice.

See if you can bring this part just like you are talking to me Dee.
Make it a part of the conversation.
Keep the basic concept though cause I love it...

(Umm the scent of your body oil draws me in to move closer to you. Thoughts of the unspeakable run through my head. DAMN!!  Oh the things I could do to him once he's in my bed.  Oh hell forget the bed...if he lays one finger on me....oh yeah I'm taking him down.  I'm going to make this man wobble wobble for real.  And the neighbors are going to know MY name.  'Baby I've just been thinking so much about you')

The earthling stood and watched as the ships parted the mists.
He was calm for his people had been here since time began.
They were as old as the cow and the sheep.
He stood a striking figure in the sun a it glinted off his skin.
Another figure appeared beside him and yet another and soon there were 5 earthlings standing and watching the vessels arrive.
They hear the sound as the aliens dropped anchor climbed into smaller floating things came ashore and planted their idol in the sand.
Kneeling down they paid a strange obeisance to it.
These strange beings that looked like the exiles talked of in village lore.
Those thrown out because of the curse that they carried.
The lack of Melanin.
One of the aliens tried to communicate but he did not speak hue-man and the earthlings looked at him in wonder as he seemed to bark ay them.
He talking loud and aggressively.
The earthlings saw as he thrust a white hand at them.
They looked at it but did not touch it.
They remembering the curse of the leper did not want to take this disease home.
They saw other boats come ashore and unload strange animals as heavy black things that they set on the dunes and faced to the forest.
It was this moment the youngest one in his old age will remember as the time we should have killed them then.
They earthlings turn and melt into the forest.
Darkness is coming soon.
That night they watch as the aliens worship the strange idol again.
They watching the aliens sleep lite for it has been rumored that those who carry this disease are possessed by the evilest demons.
They will have to be watched...
They have brought death.