{BLACK EYES} A HAIKU JIT SU JOINT
THE SOUND IN THE DOJO...
https://youtu.be/x8KpMz6oKq4

{BROTHER}
Bitter the winds blow
He turns his black head upwards
Smelling acrid air

{BUSTING CAPS}
Steel in moonlight glints
Gunpowder becomes smoke
Startling is the light

{GAINING SIGHT}
The seed becomes tree
Bursting from hard ground Kadir
Roots digging deeply

{SEEING}
Days growing shorter
Each night could be the last one
The sun rose today

{NEW HORIZONS}
Sweeter days shine rays
Bloody is the path to them
Man sniffs atmosphere

{DEPARTS}
Leaves carpet the ground
Footprints in the mud grow hard
Warrior walks alone

(ALIEN LIFEFORMS COALESCING)
THE SOUND AS I ALIEN LIFEFORM EXPOUND... DO LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/9kYxXkdEzSY

Into my life she came...
Her ship so brown and soft...
It biological and encasing her alien mind.
I encountering her newly arrived found myself drawn into her luminescent light.
Her glistening orbs pouring forth solar rays.
They serving to warm my soul.
I an alien myself reborn, reached out and took her pulsating in.
This lost alien thing so delicate and frail...
So vibrant, so strong.
Her heartbeats  bass and rhythmic beating down.
We cast upon this planet, these shores.
We speaking the same language both vocal and telepathic as she showed me her world... I showing her mine.
The days turning to weeks, years, a millennia.
Today the only thing that mattered each time I awoke, tomorrow existing no more for it was the night, the day.
She the only food adequate for my survival as our ships merged strong...
Gave us the ability to dwell among the stars where distant suns become the stars catalyst for life.
We together having the energy to travel beyond.
We once aliens...
Bonded.
We are now home.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEY HANG MOTHERFUCKERS FOR THIS WHERE I COME FROM) DEDICATED TO MY DAUGHTER HOMIE DON'T PLAY DAT.
THE SOUND AS WE COMMENCE THE PROCEEDINGS... THANK YOU BOB HARLEY FOR COMING...
https://youtu.be/P7cOUpsDbks

Somebody got to pay for these heinous ass crimes that span multiples of times...
So many chances to get it right, to take that shit back.
The things you did and the evil ass shit you do...
Draped out in blue, cloaked in black and decked out in white.
You have shown no remorse as bodies rotting pave the roads you walk.
Babies screams and mother's wails careening of hard city walls as planes drop guns off bound for the streets.
Drugs created in labs bought and sold as pImps, hoes, niggas and bitches seek escape.
Suburban whites come in and score a lil sumthin.
Get arrested and set free cause they manifest melanin free...
Silver spoons and blue blood.
Police killing the wrong damn man as the crooked living white collar reign.
Paying men slave wages and raping his queens systematically.
Welfare, W.I.C., and SNAP.
Giving em keys to the set back.
Sons acting like they mama... She thinking it's cute... Similac and Infamil got the children acting all erratic.
Yeah motherfucker...
Somebody got to pay for all these motherfucking crimes.

HERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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