(AND YOU CHOOSE SOJOURNER TRUTH?) A RANT A RAVE AND A STOMPA

(AND YOU CHOOSE SOJOURNER TRUTH?) A RANT A RAVE AND A STOMPA
DON'T NEED NO MUSIC... THESE WORDS IS BASS...

Okay I'm gonna cover a lot of ground here so strap in and hold on...
Sojourner Truth on the 20 dollar bill...
Hmmm.
There is psychology behind money.
The people that a people choose to put on it.
George Washington was chosen because he was a patriot to a rebellion.
Fully committed
A rebellion that created a new people.
Amerikkkans.
Thomas Jefferson was chosen because he was fully committed to the Manifest Destiny of the white man.
A cold blooded murderer.
He single handedly crushed and annihilated millions.
I could go on but I think from these two men's story I can make my point. When people choose the people who are on money they choose something that represents their ideals.
Their philosophy.
I love what Sojourner Truth did.
I would show you how thats Willie Lynch thinking but that would take to long.
She was a strong black queen, but.
Yes but.
Should she be the one featured on the 20 dollar bill?
Now let's take a deeper look.
Why not Nat Turner? Marcus Gravy? Malcolm X, Huey P?
Hmmm.
These men represented African every day.
They were fully committed to the black plight and were persecuted and died for it.
Dare I say that religion has played a large part in how blacks in Amerikkka think.
In most blacks minds Nat Turner is the devil... He rebelled and killed massa.
But hold on..  Isn't that what George Washington did.
I saw the pictures ... Him in a large boat all pimped out hero.
Why?
Cause he lived white, he fought white and killed for freedom.
That's why.
Huey P had an idea.
Why do children have to go hungry?
He embarrassed the United States Government into feed children free lunches at school.
White and black.
He said that the police were bad a long time ago but white people ignored it and we still are being institutionalized and murdered.
Thomas Jefferson wore boots made of Indian skin and personally cut two men's hearts (A black man and an Indian) out in front of their families.
Motherfucker... Sorry but I had to say that.
Marcus Garvey... Hated so much by the Government they lied to get him off Amerikkkan soil.
The man raised 10 million dollars at the same time the U.S. had to borrow 5 million from Henry Ford.
His crime?
He was about to take the white man's free and cheap labor.
Plain and simple.
The white U.S. government sold him rusty and raggedy ships and when they couldn't sail he made it Marcus's fault.
Accused him of tax evasion and prosecuted him.
The worst part of it is that a lot of black people don't realise that they are following a flawed ideology formed in slavery and perpetuated by the double philosophy of the church.
White Christians are a patriotic lot.
They pray to  White Jesus but threaten them and they will bust your skull bout theirs.
They will drop nuclear bombs and then say that the people who have never used one are bad.
They will create ghettos and pay you poverty wages and paint you as the problem, sell you guns and call you the villain.
They do all this in peace.
That's the psychology.
Sojourner Truth.
Interesting...
Hmmmm?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{GENTLE HAIKU, SENSUAL SENRYU}
THE SOUND OF MEDITATION IN THE DOJO...
https://youtu.be/WINkpNYRxVA

BUTT NAKED
Lotus petals bloom
Such a delicate bouquet
Man inhales deep

EXPOSED
The flower beckons
Man drawn in contemplates
They are his makings

FREED
Taste buds explode
The air trembles and sighed
She arched and free

UNIVERSALLY
He is the tree trunk
Roots thrusting into her earth
Stars hum in sweet song

FUSED
Matter, antimatter
Existing alone nothing are they
Together they are cosmos

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{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