(RED CLAY AND SHADE)
THE SOUND WAS PICKED BY DONETTA RHODES...
https://youtu.be/xJIPn_20lxE

You remind me of wayyy back...
Barefeet and red clay.
You remind me of my birth to a Melanic queen and a African king...
Pomegranates and pecans...
Tadpoles and snails and shit.
I birthed in Frog Hole...
Back alleys and drunk folk...
Barber shops and beauty parlors...
I in wonder beholding.
You remind me of our growth... Our potential and I don't wanna let go...
Can't let go...
Each revolution a question, an answer.
You remind me that I gotta, gotta keep livin.
Just anotha day so I can hear your voice.
I such a weary traveler as I know you are.
Stratospheric challenges and dropped down lows...
Angelic rises.
Glinting glass and high rises...
An old brick church with a steeple to the sky.
The bells toll.
I would hold you, I would hold you, I would hold you..
And I don't wanna let go. Nooo.
You remind me that there once might have been perfect love...
That there might be heaven on earth.
You such a part of me...
You remind me of we, born of African clay.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE BOOT NOCKA}

{THE BOOT NOCKA}
THE SOUND OF BOOTS KNOCKIN...
https://youtu.be/3LnsrLmqHe0

I want to taste you so bad...
Suck you till you blast an orgasm in my mouth... Screaming and writhing.
I want to lick the corners of your intensity and linger in the crevasses of your identity defined sexually.
Take you to the mountain top and give you an exhilarating ride down...
Drop you stomach in yo feet and spank yo pink meat...
Sorry I'm so rude and crude as I eloquently speak...
But baby yo pussy belongeth unto I the savage beast...
Would you for a minute tasteth of mine meat?
Let me lay you down so that I can dine at he table of thy bounty...
A freak, a treat, an esquisite experience indeed...
You mons veneris pouting so succulently... My phallus standing so swollen at the sight of you thus exposed unto I.
I see you with my forth eye, Lust, love and the promise of some relief as we explosively release liquidly.
Spank that ass and pull it back... that arch, that arch, I thusly swept along fall into the throes of the little death where I catch you waiting...
We having crossed dimensions... Seen?
Kisses pon thy sated flesh as we retreat to the land of satisfied sleep...
I shall dream of thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MODERN BALLET FADING TO BLACK}
THE SOUND AS WE DANCE...
https://youtu.be/XQZ0WrXoIwI

And here we are naked and dancing...
Music in the background and it blends so delicately...
Your flower beckoning...
Mans tree standing strong and we are swept along as grunts and moans...
As drops of sweat dripping and running down brown skin.
As screams of pleasure and cries of excitement...
Smell and touch.
We are the melody and the bassline...
The crescendo as we rising higher become the feeling.
The friction as man drives into the wetness of woman's grip...
The pulsations as he lays deep... A pause as he appreciates she.
As he bends his head and sucks of breast...
A shudder... A tremble.
The beast... The queen bee... They pirouetting so scintillatingly.
The blend as the curtains wave inward from the summer breeze...
As it cools heated flesh entwined and entangled in the throes of passionate embraces and forgotten frustrations.If only for as long as woman is in man's arms...
A sigh and he lies on her stomach...
His and her fluid merged.
The dance complete...
The dancers falling into sedated repose...
Shadows in a darkened room.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{WHO YEAH YAAA}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/vu8ExU353hw

Nothing in this world could surpass thine beauty... Your skin the basis for these lives.

It buried in your mitochondrial and passed along.

It sang in song and testified to in manuscript... Who yeah yaaaa...

Ethiopia and Africa... Egypt and you born of the earth inspire men to aspire.

Your name embedded in the birds whistle, the horn of the car, the people as they rush by...

Black, white and Asian... Who yeah yaaa.

Your variations and mutations millennial such a blessing, such abundance, spoken of in churches where they try to turn you white...
Telling blatant lies as truth... Bleaching your skin with words and images.
Through all these things you have borne me brothers and sisters... Born my seed.
Through all these things I chant these words... Who yeah yaaa.
When we locked in the belly of the beast cried out it was you who listened... Who eased our pain.
It was you who rubbed salve on our whipped metaphorical backs.
Sent us script.
A man nothing without his backbone... Nothing without his blood and vicera... Nothing without the knowledge of who and what he is.
The support of a queen... Who yeah yaaaa.
You the beginning and the end just as surely as man...
Just as surely as promises made in ancient languages as we stood under ancient moons and prepared to lay down and sleep...
Sheen of sweat from our copulation as we mingled merge...
The sun rising as you fertile stood bearing fruit...
Your skin the basis for all hue-man life...
I man chant...
Who yeah yaaa.

{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