(AHHHH) THE PUNANI BEAST RELEASED
THE SOUND THAT THE BEASTS BEAT...

Ahhh to plant lingering kisses on your brown skin.
The taste ahhhh, the smell.
The way your nipples pucker as they get hard.
Mmmm.
The way you spread your thighs and show me your pussy.
I love the way you sigh when I lick my tongue out just a little bit and touch your clit.
When I run it between your pussy lips.
I feel a chill run down my body when you sigh and reach around and pull my bald head in.
I shivering as I stick my tongue into your hot box and taste of your fluidity.
I suspended on your moans as I stand and you take my disk in your hands.
As you kiss it and talk to it.
Spit on it and take it in your mouth.
You got me lost and I.
I push you back and I.
I take my rigid head and rub it up and down.
I push it in and I revel in the feel as it finds your womb.
As your eyes grow wide I ride you and feel your pulsations all along its length.
The veins standing out testify to what you do to me.
You make me a pussy taking beast and I love you for that.
My hormones screaming as my nut bubbles and churns in need of release.
As you cum and it warm let's me know that you need me as I need you.
I pull out and let go.
I cover your stomach, your tits, your face, your hair.
Ahhhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(LOVEBONICS) DEDICATED TO THE LOVELY FLOWER THAT GREW WILD IN THE GARDEN OF MY POTENTIAL LOVE
THE SOUND... PLEASE LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/slFxBpLoXBI

And what words would I rip from the beats of mine heart to describe how I feel about thee?
Surely they would be in a language never before used in this quadrant of the universe.
They consisting of electrical impulses and mitochondrial dna.
They consisting of the collective memories of all mine and thine ancestors.
They born of the adulation of finding thee and the angst of all the years I a lonesome warrior searched.
All the years I begged of Allah to reveal you to I.
Would and could they be overstood by these mere mortals whose only knowledge of love is esoteric?
Would they need an angelic translator to break them down into a form they could process?
My love so complex that no theoretical explanation exists as of yet that would suffice.
I having absorbed thou into the whole of min flesh... The totality of mine being.
Surely these words would be a whispered scream that elicited would be heard on far distant world's.
Far off in the cosmos where on Serius B  our human counterparts know nothing of our enslavement, segregation and desecration.
Would they include masonic symbology and Egyptian terminology, the song of the dolphins and the whales?
The mating call of the lion and the gentle caresses in the darkest night.
These words of love that I a lonesome warrior speak as they are ripped from my bloodstream.
These words of love dedicated to thee... Mine queen.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{PARTS OF A CONVERSATION}

{PARTS OF A CONVERSATION} THIS IS GROWN FOLKS SHIT SO DONT BE COMING OVER HERE LOOKING FOR NO NICENESS...
THE DROPPING SOUND... YOU BETTA LISTEN CAUSE IT GOES WITH THE PIECE...
https://youtu.be/ZIj3_QCNY_Q

I drop hard upon thee...
Big man big dick, see...
Gotta have thee.... I mean gonna have thee...
Butt naked and spread for big daddy to see... See?
Clit standing sky high see... See.
I wanna molest and mangle thee... Exploit thy punani.
Be the biggest baddest beast that ever roamed your galaxy...
A force of insurmountable power plundering and romping pon your pussy.
A big bad nasty motherfucking beast.
Take that like you wanna cause I means every fucking word I said... See?
I loves it when you talk nasty as you wanna be.
Be my little freaky... See?
I wanna make your pussy cry wetly unto me...
Dripping down warm and covering my nuts... See.
Fuck you to the gates of infinity and brang you back streaking and flaming as a comet... See?
All out in my hypersexuality.
Stand up in the punani and make it call me.. "Oh Big Daddy Beat me!!! Beat me!!!"
Push them legs back and peruse that punani with my fourth eye... See?
Insane them membranes so pink and sweet...
Just a plain ol pussy freak...
See?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{INSIDE YOU}

{INSIDE YOU} Dedicated to Donetta Rhodes
THE SOUND... BETTA LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/t8hAUD7OX7c

Let me thump inside your walls...
Let me massage the back of your womb...
Let me pour as warm summer rain into you.
As lay you back I see so much possibility...
As I look into your eyes I see your fragile and your hard.
The many layers as they feel me enter and grow wide in surprise.
I the thick tree trunk.
You the flowing river.
Let me play in the branches and leaves of your trees as the sprout from the skin of your valley.
The halo of your afro.
I shall juice your fruit and let it run down the sides of my mouth...
So sweet. So salty like the seas that were our beginnings.
One cell divided into many.
Primalistic.
We absorbed in this kinetic energy that has the potential to go supernova.
I pounding at the gates of your soul...
You letting me in and absorbing me in your totality... Your sensuality.
I crying out my need and want.
The liquid release.
Let me cum thumping and contracting into your quivering and fluttering...
Let me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ALPHABETICAL SUPREMACY}

{ALPHABETICAL SUPREMACY}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/iP8FBKd3rIc

The first time I encountered the alphabet I breathed it in deep and formed word, thought and manifested matter.
As the characters revolved around my dome and caused thunderstorms in my synapses I stood physical and began to read.
The roar of my voice preached recognition of things that had occurred in ancient times and I knew...
Of these things I knew.
My ancestors speaking from yellowed pages told me of my greatness and my folly...
Of our enslavement and I expanding became the threat...
A living, thinking cognizant being.
My thoughts my own for the word in me was strong...
Jerald the force.
I the arrow in flight a second before it shatters the eagles heart.
Before he tangled and bloodied feathers streaks to the ground and lies still and silent.
My metaphors ringing true.
The letters turned to corpuscles of blood which race through my veins and beat my throbbing heart...
Feed my brain and fuel my pineal.
I the sound of sweet music softly played by orchestra...
The drop of bass in a car trunk.
The patter of rain and the roar of the ocean in a category 5 hurricane...
The still rock and the crashing boulder tearing down trees as it falls down the mountainside.
I am these letters, this alphabet and in that form shall I live forever.
The story waiting to be read.
I am the great I am spoken of in hushed tones as my people cringed in fear...
Masked riders taking their lives.
A cross burning on a hillside.
The system looking the other way as sociopath's granted other sociopath's their way....
Killing, raping and destroying in the name of manifest destiny.
In these words I am power.
In these words I am life.
In these words...
I express my undefeatability.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{AFRICAN DILEMMA} A HYPER SENRYU JITSU Dedicated to Donetta Rhodes

{AFRICAN DILEMMA} A HYPER SENRYU JITSU Dedicated to Donetta Rhodes
THE SOUND AS IT IS MANIFESTS...
https://youtu.be/YtrouhSprzA

{THE DROP}
The spring calls her name
She whispers in the leaves song
Man sways to her beat

{OF POWER}
Lion his aura
Golden sonic's emitted
Bass makes sand dance

{GROWING}
They entwined are life
Seeds, trees, rootical are they
They outstretched grow strong

{SOLID}
The wind raging blows
The are impenetrable
Allah created, they

{THEY ARE REBORN}
The day dawns and they
They emerge reborn anew
Black and powerful

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(MELISCIZOID)
THE SOUND... THIS SONG I'D DEDICATED TO YOU EMPRESS...
https://youtu.be/DgnqtLyoa1o

In you my flip is profound as I bring all my sides to bear.
Bring the manifestations of I to life on city streets where people pass by unawares that I for you would bring this shit to a grinding halt.
Tear this shit apart and rebuild it again.
Listening to the gunshots as they staccato are released... As they whine past my head.
Such a beautiful song as they richochet off brick, steel and concrete.
In war at times there is found such peace.
I unafraid for I man alive had to die to get this way.
Buried alive in an educational casket where the air was limited.
The artist drew patterns on the walls as the warrior plotted and the beast clawed to dig us out.
The lover taught us to appreciate beauty as he talked to you so ripe and firm.
The visionary he dreamed of a better world .
Sometimes he cried at the brutal reality.
So many of his people wouldn't see.
The dancer taught the warrior the steps that would save him when they came four deep, the steps that would slow time down to million frames per second where he would find the time to let the lover compose such lovely poetry, a second before time sped up and he punched a bitch in his right eye.
Kicked him in the side of the head as he found his body falling to the ground.
The scholar having tried to rationalize and having failed.
The warrior so close.
The beast even closer.
The cage so flimsy.
The bars rattling as the manipulator paced and learned legalese as spoken judge and attorney.
The imam facing the east calling the adhan in ancient Arabic.
Jihad in Babylon as the days went on out in the dunya.
The father worrying about his babies at night as a man lost his manhood three cells down.
Screaming and crying in the night.
His battyhole having become a sodomites paradise.
The lion paced and the dragon spit Fyah for you before the lonely one ever heard your voice.
Before the warrior and the lover composed scroll dedicated to the memory of we.
In you my dear my flIp is profound as all the denizens of my cities are brought to bear.
As my nation's have aligned and forged vast armies ready to wage war against those who would trod us down.
In you my dear...
In
You
My
Dear.
I wandering am found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY