(LOVE SIPPING COFFEE AS WE RELATE)
THE MUSIC...
https://youtu.be/dsdNyVfZAag
And I a man spoketh unto love and said "Am I but a plaything for thine folly oh Love?
Why hast thou chosen I to be the one cut by thy sword.
Stabbed in the vicera of mine heart by thine knife."
These wounds bleeding into my soul?
I a man wondering spoke these words unto Love as the day droning passed us by.
As Love stirred his coffee in the afternoon shade provided by a canopy over our table.
A slight breeze blowing that caused the bee in flight to hang suspended.
Such an ethereal moment.
Love looked me in mine questing eyes and said. "Am I such a hard master that I have beat the soft times from your hardened mind?
Oh such a cruel master I must be.
At this love chuckled as he raised the cup to his lips and sipped."
Spoke again.
"Have I Love made you bitter like this dark coffee?
Such a pity.
Yet even bitterness has its place."
I pressed on for Love the master that he was required questions of his pupils.
"Love the days and the night's are so lonely and I find mine self alone in the lair of despair where sad tales are born.
Where the utter despair threatens to rend me limb from limb.
Why Love hast thou cast me into this hell where demons nibble at my epidermous and chew upon mine soul?"
Love sat back in his chair and raised his hand as a butterfly floating by alighted on his finger... Such the power of the master.
He looked at the butterfly as he spoke.
Do you remember our first meeting?
At this I responded.
Yes... We met on the field puppy love where I looked into a little red girls eyes and never spoke to her of thee.
Love laughed... It came from deep within him, caused tears to well up in his eyes.
I ashamed at this display looked away.
Love said "Look at me for I must make you see of the mystery."
He looked at the butterfly and bid it fly and it took off into the light that glared beyond our cover.
He looked into my eyes and said "That was not our first meeting... I met thou in thy mother's womb where thou listening to her voice grew... A human waiting to be birthed... I was there when thou left her canal and thee gave thy first cry as she held thee in her arms.
Put thee to her breast.
I was there when thy father first saw thee and cried from pride.
When thee took thy first steps... When thee heard my name spoken the first time I already knew of thee I having been there the whole time."
Love stroked his hanging beard and continued speaking.
"I have given thou the key and thou still standest outside the door wondering how to enter.
Such is the way of man.
So many things that thou sayest thou love and here thou art crying to I about how lonesome thou art.
Foolish man.
I chastised by my mentor and my memories sat back and sipped of the bitter coffee.
Suddenly it had taken on a certain sweetness.
I and Love speaking on these things and watching the traffic pass us by.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE MUSIC...
https://youtu.be/dsdNyVfZAag
And I a man spoketh unto love and said "Am I but a plaything for thine folly oh Love?
Why hast thou chosen I to be the one cut by thy sword.
Stabbed in the vicera of mine heart by thine knife."
These wounds bleeding into my soul?
I a man wondering spoke these words unto Love as the day droning passed us by.
As Love stirred his coffee in the afternoon shade provided by a canopy over our table.
A slight breeze blowing that caused the bee in flight to hang suspended.
Such an ethereal moment.
Love looked me in mine questing eyes and said. "Am I such a hard master that I have beat the soft times from your hardened mind?
Oh such a cruel master I must be.
At this love chuckled as he raised the cup to his lips and sipped."
Spoke again.
"Have I Love made you bitter like this dark coffee?
Such a pity.
Yet even bitterness has its place."
I pressed on for Love the master that he was required questions of his pupils.
"Love the days and the night's are so lonely and I find mine self alone in the lair of despair where sad tales are born.
Where the utter despair threatens to rend me limb from limb.
Why Love hast thou cast me into this hell where demons nibble at my epidermous and chew upon mine soul?"
Love sat back in his chair and raised his hand as a butterfly floating by alighted on his finger... Such the power of the master.
He looked at the butterfly as he spoke.
Do you remember our first meeting?
At this I responded.
Yes... We met on the field puppy love where I looked into a little red girls eyes and never spoke to her of thee.
Love laughed... It came from deep within him, caused tears to well up in his eyes.
I ashamed at this display looked away.
Love said "Look at me for I must make you see of the mystery."
He looked at the butterfly and bid it fly and it took off into the light that glared beyond our cover.
He looked into my eyes and said "That was not our first meeting... I met thou in thy mother's womb where thou listening to her voice grew... A human waiting to be birthed... I was there when thou left her canal and thee gave thy first cry as she held thee in her arms.
Put thee to her breast.
I was there when thy father first saw thee and cried from pride.
When thee took thy first steps... When thee heard my name spoken the first time I already knew of thee I having been there the whole time."
Love stroked his hanging beard and continued speaking.
"I have given thou the key and thou still standest outside the door wondering how to enter.
Such is the way of man.
So many things that thou sayest thou love and here thou art crying to I about how lonesome thou art.
Foolish man.
I chastised by my mentor and my memories sat back and sipped of the bitter coffee.
Suddenly it had taken on a certain sweetness.
I and Love speaking on these things and watching the traffic pass us by.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
