{OF LOVE, PAIN AND AN ANGEL} DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES

{OF LOVE, PAIN AND AN ANGEL} DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES

THE SOUND AS THE MAN CONTEMPLATES THESE THINGS...

https://youtu.be/XktaLh9bPtk

Once there was a man who lived every day of his life enveloped in pain.

Even when smiling his soul was tattered shreds whipped by savage winds, his heart a punctured vessel that leaked blood into the emptyness of his chest cavity.

Even when laughing it was full of irony.

This man spoken of was born a stranger in a strange land where his people had given up their identity to survive.

They had become something so far removed from who they were that the man he wondered if they could ever grow back.

He charged from birth with this knowledge spent many sleepless nights as the storm raging in him grew.

His pain... His pain and he sought to crush it through sex... so many women of such variety.

His pain grew and the man he sought love... A couple of times he swore he had found it only to have it come crashing down... Cards in descent.

The man he lived in this pain as he watched the children he had spawned out of his need grow... He afraid at times stayed away because he did not want his pain to translate to them... His bitter taste to touch their tongues.

He alone even when surrounded by so many... A lonesome stranger.

His silent cries threatening to consume the very being he was.

Alone in the depths of nights he wrote of so many things...

Alone in the depths of night where he had lived for so long.

He, Allah, angels and demons.

He begging of them to take him away from his duties for they consumed him in burning fire... 

The pits of hell his abode.

It was in these pits that he heard her voice as it cut through the cries of his habitation...

She sounding so much like he imagined an angel must sound...

She speaking a language so embedded in he that he instantly recognized it as ancient.

They speaking lust bonded and the man... His soul it began to heal.

They speaking love... The universe it tilted for the man.

His pain once the only place he lived became a place that he visited as he told her in bits and pieces the story he had never told before.

He loving her so.

He afraid for this emotion it had the ability to destroy him...

To take him from the battlefield as sure as bullets and bombs... She the epicenter and the perimeter...

Her power so strong.

A queen, An angel and a siren as he drifted on open seas.

As he sought to make landfall.

To plant the flag of his country in her soil.

She the promised land spoken of in so many books of knowledge where his pain it would die a silent death.

The man, The woman, The healing.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE NEW NEW) A POETIC DIVERSION IN THE KEY OF LOVE... DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES...

The first time ever I heard your voice I blinked...
Upon opening my eyes I found myself on a new world full of brand new possibilities.
The sun beating down on my newly recreated dome where thought patterns rearranged to accommodate you.
My stream of consciousness evolved and absorbing of you threatened to sweep me away.
I but a facsimile of a man until your words reached my ears... Beat upon their drums.
My sighs once bitter winds becoming sweet air as I inhaled and exhaled you.
Breathed you deep and fell reflecting into the realm of pineal meditation.
I a speck so infinitesimal on the cosmic scale.
A piece of dust shimmering in filtered sunlight.
In the vast expanse we met... such insurmountable odds we faced.
Your sonics the catalyst for my rebirth as I once suspended stood anew.
A warrior of old awakened in these sordid times at the end of our conquest for now is surely the time.
It spoken of in many languages and .sang of in so many tongues.
Talked of as heaven and hell.
The promised land.
I hear your voice my queen...
I listen to its rise... It's fall as it melodic plays in my mind.
I listen to your voice my queen as I born again sway to the magnificence of your song.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF SEA AND SKY) A SENRYU
THE SOUND AS MAN IN NATURE REFLECTS...
https://youtu.be/rdullB762Zg

SALT AND AIR
Sky and water one
Tranquil and serene are they
Man absorbs of them

SAND AND MUD
Black mud between toes
He relives life panoramic
So many days gone

THE TRUTH
Line tugs so slightly
The crab must feed of life's force
Man must feed of crab

THE REALITY
Breeze unites their souls
They both born of salt water
They both live and die

THE VOICE
The sun speaks to them
Wake and eat to live children
They obey the call

THE HEALING
Night falls in stages
Lunar are the tides two phases
The world sleeps once more

{LET ME SEE YOU WET}

{LET ME SEE YOU WET}

THE SOUND CAUSE SOMETIMES ITS JUST BOUT DAT BEATDOWN...

https://youtu.be/Pghd9ryG5s0

I desire to lick the droplets from your skin... Tasting of the water... The salt.

All of in your cressess and folds... The hidden places where your secrets abound.

I want to suck you, lick you, hear you beg me to stop.

Grab my head and push it back.

Squirt in my face...

I want to lick it up.

I love the way you play with me... Make me want that thang.

Make me want you to hold my thang thang in your soft hands...

A moment as I suck the air cross my teeth...

Make me wanna buss.

A second as I lay you back and kiss those thighs... Rub those pussylips with the head and let it kiss that clit...

Slid it in.

I desire to see you naked and wet... Droplets falling off your brown.

Shimmering and glistening in the black hairs of your pussy...

Sometimes I just gotta let the beast romp... Let my beast stomp as I prance and play...

All up against the walls.

Wet... wet.

I splacking in the juicy.

Plapp... plapp.

I desire to see you dripping droplets...

Yes I do.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE FUSE PRIMED AND LIT}
THE SOUND...


They told me a long time ago that I should shut my mouth... That I needed to hold on to truth and not let that shit go.
To let that shit go.
Sorry but that ain't me as I look at another dead black person on national t.v., pimped and paraded dead.
See that ain't me cause I can still feel the ghetto so many years away cause the ghetto ain't left me.
How I was viewed in school and in life.
They tried to treat me less than and I flipped that shit right back at em cause I knew that god was black.
That I was formed in his image.
That my people were strong from their born.
They want me to let go of the fact that their political system ain't ours... That it is designed to hold us back if we let it.
Yeah that.
That in the courtroom all you are is dollar bills as they sentence you to jail and prison... Sell you to the highest bidder... Work you for pennies a day.
Some whole new sweatshop shit.
Black men wearing their allegiance to massa as an honor... Nigga I done been to prison, and the masses take that as bravery with a mixture of stupidity.
The women take it as hard when in fact some of them prison niggas is bitches.
Looking down at the floor and mumbling in the face of the man on the podium...
Speak up nigga, I cant hear your plea.
Yep that.
They want me to shut up cause it might get me killed by the white folks... By some Uncle Ruckus ass black folks, By some young jits hanging out on a street corner cause I still roam the ghettos from time to time.
They want me to shut up cause they are scared.
Scared that I might ignite and annihilate as I exacerbate a situation.
Bricks and stones...
Bullets and explosions...
These words thermonuclear as they rain down from on high.
I the point of impact as I make contact.
They want me to shut my mouth...
I say to them, Wait for it...
Cause I got a whole lot more shit to say.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{IN YOUR ARMS} DEDICATED TO YOU
THE SOUND OF ME HOLDING YOU AND SPEAKING THESE THINGS...
https://youtu.be/Y-8FBbTCEWA

And I sighing would hold you when the night falls and there is no more day... When the sun stands in another hemispheres skies.
I would hold you when the rain of tears on your cheeks turns into the puddles on the table... Reflecting us over and over again...
We the curved images.
Our lives spent apart as we learned of the harshness of humanity... As we witnessed so much joy.
The first steps of so many babies as time, it moves on.
I would hold you and tell you of my plans, for mine are yours as yours are mine... I loving you so would hold you suspended in the water as we bathe.
As I tried to absorb the impact of the trying times, they etched into our skin.
Old bumps and bruises...
I find myself wishing I had been there then but that was not the will of Allah.
All my energy so devoted to the essential you, your beatdown as it echoes in the caverns of my mind,
bounces off the walls and causes I to sway.
Your melodies and your bass playing in my psyche.
I would hold you in my fantasies where you take on so many forms... Wife, mother and lover.
My good girl and my bad girl.
My calm in the middle of the battlefield as bullets whine and black bodies drop never to stand again...
So long have we been in Babylon.
My empress I would hold you and look in your eyes as we discuss these things...
As the night turns into the dawn of new days....
I would hold you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE GENTLE STREAM)
THE SOUND OF IT TRICKLING OVER THE STONES... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS SOUND...
https://youtu.be/ujzMHLac404

She crosses my mind and I caress her as softly as I can so that she does not fade away...

The gentle breeze sings
She and it entwined lovely
Man breathes deeply, sighs

I living these days suspended on her complexity.
She as much a part of me as the helix of my dna.
The depths of my melanin.

Born of carbon we
Molded and formed see
We one entity

My waking and my sleeping driven by her and my... My heart beats her name in synchopated patterns.
My chest... My chest.
I would speak of her name as I fade away.

Leaves spiraling down
Roots covered on solid ground
Such a cold hard world

She the rebirth and I a man hold my hands stretched to the sky...
Trials, tribulations... Man screaming into closed minds and the... The heavens remain silent...
Pinpoints of light that are the guide.

Stars twinkling overhead
Bearing witness to the power
Love is all we got

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY