{WE BORN OF DARK, SHINE}
THE SOUND OF DARKNESS SHINING...
https://youtu.be/ocy9aTtIL0o

Children we are born of the stars..
Born of the scars.
We have rejoiced and we have suffered.
Been beat down like animals...
Treated like animals in courts all over the world.
Children some say we should forget these things so vital to our survival... These lessons so to speak...
Children that is a mistake.
A most grievous error indeed.
Children some would have you believe that somehow on a fundamental level that you are inferior.
You derived from sin.
Children you must dispute that based on dna and holy scrolls...
On scientific fact and true knowledge.
All life derived from the black for the dark precedes the light...
Without it pressing at the boundary nothing would exist.
No antimatter, no matter.
Plain and simple.
Man born of the ashes of a star used to know these things... Man born black knew these things and built pyramids and great structures in harsh places which stand to these times.
Bear witness to black knowledge
Man born black ventured and conquered the neanderthal... Taught Europeans civilization.
Children you were pure.
No cannibals or niggas in a tree.
Children you formed empires.
Children some would stand in your face and bear false witness...
Tell you things that just aint right.
Would have you believing otherwise if you fall victim to the triknowledgecide taught in classrooms and Sonday school.
Children you are Carbon and hydrogen born...
Thermonuclear and hyperdynamic...
Children ye are stars.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{FRAGILE AND SHATTERING}

{FRAGILE AND SHATTERING}
THE SOUND OF THE ARTIST IN REPOSE...
https://youtu.be/IKs5OsT4dIY

Damn...
I need.
I need her naked and in front of me... I need her naked and on top of me... I need her naked and on bended knee, her pussy dropping from under her ass cheeks so fat.
Got me... Got me hard and dripping wet as my dick presses against my zipper, as it strains to be free to explore the depths of your liquidity.
A moment as I collect myself for I surely would explode into white drops of cream if I stayed buried in these vivid dreams... Wetly.
Damn...
I so fragile...
Shattering gently as the drops of rain falling to a sidewalk.
As insubstantial as a cloud of vapors.
Damn this need...
Beating in the veins of my swollen member as I stroke it with my hand...
Your voice the harbinger of sweet imagery as I imagine your weight pressed down pon me....
Your wetness as it flows around the base of my dick and saturates my balls.
Damn...
I so full.
I needing relief as these queens pass me by...
Booties bouncing in dresses..
Ass hanging out of shorts...
T backs and g strangs got me thanking strange thangs...
The fire and the flame.
I smelling sex under the perfume.
Wanting to inbibe of the nectar... Feel it as it flows cross my taste buds.
Damn...
I'm so fucked up...
In this need...
I need...
I need.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LIONS, WOLVES AND SCARY ASS SHEEP)

(OF LIONS, WOLVES AND SCARY ASS SHEEP)
THE SOUND OF THE CHOIR AS THE LION SPEAKS...
https://youtu.be/lcSRrKw9v0I

And from the ghettos there arose a cry...
Not a cry of tears but of rage as the denizens of this dismal place realised that they had been duped.
They realised that as they fought over streets, fought over clothes, fought over women and men society had labeled them the problem.
Keep in mind this was the same society that sold them the guns to kill each other and built the prisons to lock them up.
This was the same society that built the liquor stores and supplied the drugs...
The cry became the scream as they watched another child die from the need to live.
To be recognized.
To be somebody in a world where they were considered nobody.
The church looking out stained glass windows blamed the problem on saggy pants and short dresses... On reality T.V. as they hurried home to watch Empire and Atlanta housewives.
As they opened the door to the Mercedes and Caddies parked by the front door of their den of iniquity.
The poor had so long given them money that they fat and rich expected it, teaching the poor that the way out was the10 percent that they gave to the 10 percent.
The truth buried in secret societies that operated in full view of the pew.
The cry became a roar as lions born in concrete jungles stopped wearing sheeps skin and flying flags.
As lions picked up books and learned to speak the language legalese which had been used to keep them mentally and physically enslaved.
The system noticed and introduced them to Molly and her sister Meth... They new arrivals on the block strutted their stuff and sold their pussy to all who would buy.
They together the bitch known as Flakka knocked dicks in the dirt as the overseers newly crowned officers looked the other way.
It's not an epidemic till it hits the suburbs where Chad and Amy attend private institutions with the black preachers kids.
Where the house nigga thinks its their home... "Look at me I live next to massa!"  Only a fraction of a second away from being profiled and killed... The bullet or the jail cell.
Black skin so threatening that even our children lying under the white sheet on asphalt are villified.
Denied justice in a courtroom by a jury of just-us.
Wolves acting like it's a democracy.
Lions such an endangered species as they stand in the ghetto and elicit subsonic... Hated by the church... Hated by the system and hated by the pride...
In the ghetto they are born and in the ghetto they die as those in power breathe a collective sigh.
Once again they have suppressed the cry.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WE BORN OF SALTY WATER} DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES

THE SOFTLY PLAYING SOUND...

https://youtu.be/CGvIzFRcRMA

Her tears falling permeate to the depths of my blackened soul where they are absorbed by the ashes...

Her words so soft cause I to tremble for my love has no bounds when it concerns her...

There are no limits to the complexity.

Love so foreign to me has caused I to dredge up feelings that I thought long since buried and I... I say stupid things.

She my heart and it it beats erratically in my chest cavity...

Threatens to explode if I were to lose her...

She my soul and it threatens to leave my body crumpled if she were to go.

I who once thought I dead have found new life in her as the sun rises on these new days...

Bathes them in brilliant light.

Green shoots rising from blackened ashes.

The forest of my emotions.

We born of water, carbon and love as defined by man... By Allah.

My eyes turned heavenward as I implore of The I am...

What is to be?

The heavens remain silent and I speak to her for losing her would be the end...

I having lost so much...

She having lost so much...

The end result of so much pain.

Tears beading in the corners of mine eyes at the memories...

The brutal and awful reality.

My mind finding peace in thoughts of her...

My mind tormented by ghosts of the past where love has not always been the nicest companion.

Its two sides so parallel...

Yet here we are again attempting it once again...

Her tears falling permeate to the depths of my blackened soul where they are absorbed by the ashes as we grow.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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 DEVASTATING BEATS OF A MAN'S HEART)
IF YOU AIN'T KNOW YOU KNOW NOW...
This is me reading this piece.
https://youtu.be/e11k5qJ6j3c

These devastating heartbeats of mine wayyy out here in wanting to feel her.
The need...
This void...
And I... I reach out telepathically across time and space...
Calling her name and it echoes in my hollow spaces,feeding me...
My deepest psyche...
And it... It gives me hope in some desperate ass times.
And Damn... Damn I need her so as these days grow so fuckin short.
They pass me by.
This I project into the cosmos hoping she hears...
These drums beating on my mind...
She the beat... The beat and I bump my head to it.
Broadcast it subsonic, supersonic and bionic across the diaspora of my bredren.
The emptiest recesses where I a man roam in the vastness of I a man mind.
Sonically emitting your name on a subspace frequency...
I wonder?
Do you hear my voice?
Got ta...
Got ta...
Hear my voice.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{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