(WILDER DAN AN EXCITED CHIMPANZEE)

(WILDER DAN AN EXCITED CHIMPANZEE)
THE SOUND IN THE BACKGROUND...
https://youtu.be/OuyDmsIbqaI

Show me that monkey...
The one nestled between your legs.
Lay back and throw them wide.
Make my dick throb.
I need to see... I need to fuck.
Pull your legs back as far as they go and stroke that clit... Get them fingers wet.
Oh my fucking goodness.
I want to fuck your brains into a convoluted soup.
Suck your titties and swizzle that clit.
Dick hanging half way down my thigh and slobbering precum.
Pussy so phat and juicy.
Rub that pussy and talk dirty to me.
Such a phat nasty apparition... The incubus that scrambles my thoughts.
I love you nasty and talking like that.
Asking me if I want that kat...
Yeasss!
Bend on over and touch those toes... Lay yo fingers flat on the flo... I as Deadwood Dick hollering Yeee Hawww!!! Riding you doggystyle... Putting my pole all the way to your back wall and extracting it swole and slick.
Your wetness on my rigid dick.
Fuck the neighbors I got to talk to that pretty pussy loud...
Betty get some earplugs or turn the Tv up loud cause I'm gonna thump the pussy floor... Meltdown the pussy core...
Lay back and show me that phat, pretty, pink pussy meat...
Titties flat from gravity, eyes clouded in lust.
That shit...
That shit drives me wild.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LONESOME MAN AND A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY)

(THE LONESOME MAN AND A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY)
THE SOUND AS WE THE AUDIENCE WATCH THE SCENE UNFOLD...
https://youtu.be/hd9dqYTddR4

Most people walk by the lonely man and don't even notice him.
To those who do he is but a momentary glance...
He dwells in the most unexpected place.
The lonely man does.
All these people and here he is still lonesome.
A prisoner in a dangling birdcage perched over a precarious precipice.
His thoughts are interrupted by a man who walks up and speaks to the shell of the lonely man and his shell act accordingly.
His shell and the man grasp hands and bump shoulders.
The lonesome man looking through the eyes of his shell sees these things and sighs...
Would that these beings could fathom his depths, submerge themselves into the inky darkness of his deepest trenches where light is swallowed to feed the inky blackness.
The lonely man living in an outer shell that is so well known.
The lonely man contemplates these things.
How could they not see?
He introspective asks himself this question.
A woman passes by and the lonesome man looks at her lines and smells her bouquet.
So delicate and he as connoisseur swirls her around and sips of she.
She is sweet on his synapses and delicate to his pineal but could she bear the brunt of his burden... The weight of his task?
She looking at his outer shell sways her hips a little more and speaks rather softly, her voice as silken as the down on a baby bird.
His shell speaks back and she stops.
His shell and she converse and she gives his shell a number.
It is placed in pocket but lonely man knows.
She cannot bear the magnitude of he.
He watches her phat behind as she walks away.
The promise of something to quench his lust for love.
He sits on the bench and leans back.
People walking by see his shell but not he.
He is the lonesome man.
His shell protects him from society.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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