{THE WHOLE TOTALITY OF WE AS WE FLOATING MERGE}

{THE WHOLE TOTALITY OF WE AS WE FLOATING MERGE}
THE SOUND... PURE FYAH... THIS SONG IS INTEGRAL TO THE WORDS...
http://youtu.be/XDZ31YQvxWY

These nights liquid they got me suspended fluidly.
I rejuvenated in the drops as they become the basis of existence.
As they become us splattered on each others skin.
Soaking in and we merge as one.
Becoming the stream, river and eventually ocean.
As we stretch so far that we touch the sky.
Shimmering on each others surfaces.
We lying naked and spent...
Talking of calming things as you and I... We become we.
I rolling you over and taking you as you, you take me deeper.
All the way back there where your flower produces the eggs that receive my seed.
I squirting and spasming as you contract and cause my hard to go soft.
I falling out of you while still so connected to you.
You laying in my arms as I look into your eyes and glimpse your inner being.
The one that you dare not let anyone see.
The heart and soul of your freaky.
I dripping leaky as I place the head of my dick on the head of your clit.
As I pick it up and slap it down.
As the shattered liquidity soaks we in fluidity.
I diving back into the place where amniotic were we formed.
So warm and inviting.
You got me floating spread out where we found each other.
Out here in all this dark and wet.
I feel you so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{I FEELING HER SO, MY SOUL, MY SOUL IT SHATTERS TRANSLUCENTLY}

{I FEELING HER SO, MY SOUL, MY SOUL IT SHATTERS TRANSLUCENTLY}
THE SOUND OF WHERE SHE TOOK ME...
http://youtu.be/fSVeEBY7bHM

I heard her voice and it woke the ancestors souls that dwell in my psyche...
She such a part of the whole of us.
She seeing as I see...
The whole of our reality... Interdimensionally.
I feeling her so deep that the trenches of my deepest seas now glow luminescent.
A star in my cosmos now glows brighter and stimulates new birth,
Washes its segment of the galaxy in the brightest light.
Her the flashes of premonition that erupt from my ultra pineal.
Glimpses into a future past.
My ship the words that I whisper in her ear.
She telling me of her vision and my mind the screen projects her movie moving in 4d...
The Book of Our Souls.
It rushing by the windows as I seeking the chambers of Allah travel these black asphalt covered roads.
Dug from the wilderness by black hands holding pickaxes and shovels.
Blisters and worn out backs.
Sitting on a porch in Georgia rocking as the days fly by unimpeded.
For as surely as day comes night shall follow after.
If I can't have her one way I'm gonna make another for she plays misty in my soul.
Pungent marijuana in my lungs.
Smoke in the air.
She is my belief in the one God Allah and the promises made to the prophet Isa as he walked away from the cross.
Deep deep where the truth of we can't be disputed.
Where we are connected on a higher and lower level than mere human comprehension.
I sitting here melting as the heat of her touches the ice that is my heart.
Formed of the coldness of this consequentiality.
I felling her so.

Isa: Jesus

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BRAINGASM)

(BRAINGASM)
THE SOUND OF A MINDFUCK...
http://youtu.be/waU75jdUnYw

My goal is to make your mind cum...
Not with digits for that mine empress would be too easy.
I want to fuck your psyche...
Stimulate your synapses and vibrate your nuerons.
To delve into the all of you and kiss your pussy from the inside.
Let you feel me as I surge up through your breasts and suck them from within your chest.
Make you rub your thighs together as I warm and hard linger in your belly.
Fill your womb.
I the hard of your engorged clit.
Let me hold the hemispheres of your grey matter and stimulate the sexual of your center withmy tongue.
The soft rumble of my voice the vibrator humming as I cause you to ooze your juice.
To lay back and sigh as I orgasmic overtake you and make you moan and sigh.
Cause you to beg me to stop speaking these words that torment you so.
Visions and premonitions falling down on your mountains and flooding your valleys as the petals grow so delicate to the touch.
They manipulated and tender as I speak to them in your panties.
My voice the breeze blowing soft across their surface.
I traveling as the warm blood stimulating and sweet.
My goal to make you stickly sweet and receptively complete.
My goal to lay your mind butt naked and exposed to the biorhythm as I...
As I make scintillating love to the whole of you.
I a tingle in your interior as I make love to you.
As I fuck you mentally.
I stimulating the receptors of your sex starved brain.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE AWFUL REALITY OF BEING BORN)
THE PRESSURE AS IT IS DROPPED SYCHRONIZED AND SYNCHOPATED...
http://youtu.be/2tCZQsZS_kM

Pon I birth the world tilted a bit in I direction.
My weight immeasurable.
I born without fear and set down pon the red clay of Georgia.
Heart of blackness in a whitewashed society.
A black speck on the horizon.
I the darkness that elicits the brightest light.
The storm of smoke and fire at the limits of sight where the earth dropping 360 spins in the darkness of I space.
Lit by a billion suns.
I standing at the interdimensional door where I and I...
I and I reach in and bring sight back to the whitewashed masses as they...
They cringe from the blazing truth it burning their very soul...
I the bass shake their very cores and rattle their very nerves.
The end result of devastatingly glaring insight.
A mirror reflecting the once of who they were...
The now of who they have become.
Former slaves with no true identity as they, they live in the throes of denial... The dungeons of dispair.
They the low on the ladder society as they trying to assimilate are consumed by materialism.
Gotta have these.
I and I see and I and I speak.
A lion roaring against the horrendous din of a billion t.v's and Cumulus radio.
The commercialism and the allmighty want.
Pon I death the world shall tilt a little bit as my corporeal body is lowered.
My weight...
My weight.
It is preponderous.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ASHES RISING FROM DUST AND BECOMING CIVILIZATIONS)
THE SOUND OF RECONSTRUCTION...

Man looking down into the pit of souls as the inconsequential scurry about.
Lost in a maze of lies and to insecure to figure it out.
Man hollering and it echoing off into the distance and ricochetes away.
Fading... Fading as it recedes into non-existence.
The hard drop... The shattering whisper and man born of concrete and asphalt begins to rip at his skin and build 360.
Steel structure rising from the feelings of heartache... His dispair.
Skeletons gaining sinew as he constructs.
Burying whole systems of mass control.
He God.
God he.
Tapping at the mantle of heaven.
And he... Man he mathematic solves equations that have eluded the greatest minds.
Pyramids and monoliths...
Scrolls written by spiritual men in mystic times where knowledge emerged from the primordial mists.
Menelik, Khadir and Imhotep.
The book, The Injeel and the holy Quran.
Man ascending the ladder looks down.
He holds the light...
He holds the light.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LYRICAL KUNG FU MASTER AND HIS MUSE)
THE SOUND AS HE IN DOJO CREATES FORM.. THAT DEEPEST...
http://youtu.be/c2sDwgPlHUE

And she bid that I write of her and I a lonesome man reached into my inkwell and withdrew my pen.
In the formless from where these characters are born I saw her form and began to bob and weave across the page.
Her big brown eyes shining translucently.
I spellbound by their luminescent glow.
Falling, falling into the essential of she.
The spirals of her hair the star speckled skyscape.
I shooting star falling onto her scalp.
Making skinfall on the dark tip of her nipple and sinking in.
Becoming a part of her mass, her essence.
And I the artist/writer/lover feel her so.
A quaking in my phallic roots.
In the seed bearing pods which elicit ejaculate.
Covering and filling her crevasses with seed.
Rivulets running in the channels and forming puddles.
I lost in the jungle where I bend and drink.
Her water soft and sweet.
Her meat so pink and tasty.
Such pretty petals pon thine flowers.
I blow on them and she shudders a most lovely portrait painted black and brown tones.
A mad lyrical kung fu artist lost in the practise.
Calligraphy and hieroglyphics...
Graffitti spray painted on a ghetto wall.
Sandblasted away and drawn again.
You cannot erase we.
And I called upon to capture her for eternity sit back and contemplate.
We complete.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(GALACTICAL)
HOW IT SOUNDS IN MY DEEP SPACE...
http://youtu.be/1_eExOJjtuw

Man born of the fire of the cosmos...
Carbon and water.
Man born on the third rock orbiting a yellow sun.
Man born black in a white reality where so many forget that once we all were black.
Born of the blackness of an unformed space.
Born of the blackness of Allah.
For if we who were born of blackness exist.
We were created in his image.
The blackness of his being.
The dark and the light.
Man born now wanders dazed and confused for not embracing truth.
Perpetuating lies to hold the masses at bay.
To keep them from toppling the walls of his castle.
It protected by the dragon blaspheme.
It passed on in speeches and sermons.
The masses enraptured by the fire and brimstone eloquently presented as salvation.
Crackers and wine...
Cannabalistic ritualism...
Bathed in the blood of the victim supposedly killed by the system.
It now proclaiming in God we trust as it ignores the hungry and poor.
Commits mass genocide.
Spits on their graves.
Man born of the cosmos pauses and reflects.
Light erupting from his soul.
Man awake and alert.
Dropping pure fire.
Dawn breaking pon the land.
Man born of a silent explosion thermonuclear in nature.
Who can contain his power?
Who can dispute his truth.
His voice vibrating pineal and stimulating hemispheres.
Resonating vibrantly as the scared cringe in obvious confusion.
Taught lies and to trained to escape them.
Chains pon dem souls.
Man standing at the gates pauses.
He remininces these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY