[LIL BITTY]

[LIL BITTY]
THE SOUND AS THE BEAST A ROMPA STOMPA...
https://youtu.be/hOl6Edzd9CE

Be my little bitty...
Such a treat you are with your little bitty body...
So small that I could just pick you up and set you down on my pole so rigidly exposed...
Butt naked and tiny...
Had a midget a few times... Mmmmm.
So small and succulent.
Your pussy print so phat in spandex.
I beat against the fabric of my slacks... One lick and I would consume you in the fires of the beast...
Smoldering and sweaty.
Lil bitty panties and that pert lil ass...
Raging the inferno...
This anticipation as I see the prey which would sate my appetite, fill me to satisfaction as I fill you.
I who would hang on the particular tones of your orgasmic moans and the symphony of your cumming screams.
An orchestra dedicated to the way I minister unto thee.
A flip and I beating from the back...
Pulling your hair and scratching your flesh...
Put a hump in yo back lil bitty thang... I pushing.. Pushing to the very core...
Besieging the walls of your castle for still in coitus you remain queen...
The beast is if nothing else eloquently blessed... Hard and heavy...
Such are the things you cause I to see...
Such a lil bitty...
Mmmmm.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{SCHIZOPHRENICALLY}

{SCHIZOPHRENICALLY}
THE SOUND AS LOVE IS BROKEN DOWN...
https://youtu.be/J8F2jw5YbSQ

What is real?
Is it when you say you love me?
Is it when I say I love you?
We trying to fathom the depths of this word as we encounter life in this world.
As death occurs and leaves some on bended knee wailing to Allah.
The pure unmitigated power as the sun rises and sets on the panorama that fills our eyes.
Love, and so many would kill for it, even a facsimile... The smallest iota... A mustard seed.
Love, and it causes the heart to beat a little faster... Anticipation... flutters in stomachs... Butterflies.
What is real?
Love?
The quest?
The force of impact as it hits home, lying in bed in fetal positions torn inside, wishing it would go away.
Smiling cause it feels so good, perfume lingering in a mans clothes...
Remembrances of soft full lips and trickling kisses.
Obliterated in the explosion as a mans mind tries to grasp the concept, the how, the what and the why.
Logic.
What is that?
Love has no bounds, no reason nor rhyme, Not R+B, Hip Hop or even some sad ass country...
If he were a person we would avoid his schizophrenic ass... raging wino standing on the corner.
Love...
Will I see you again?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE ALL OF IT

 {THE ALL OF IT}
THE SOUND OF THIS REALITY...
 https://youtu.be/cJ7O87cbOLc

A reach into the all and I try to brang... brang dat thang... Reach into the very logistics of it and explain...
Fucking brain drain of the masses and I... Whew this shit is sad.
Happiness a thought away and the masses don't get it... This shit is orchestrated this here way.
Fuck is getting ahead?
Bullshit insanity.
All this from Allah's hand and we pay for food... We pay for land... Rich ass motherfuckers living high on the hill.
Them and they don't give a fuck bout we... Po niggas got's to be, the awful and deep reality of civilization, See?
A reach into the all and I stand solar and supreme... Majestic and free... Bow to no man... No... not me.
Forged of the blackness of the deepest forests of Africa... From whence my ancestors came... We spoken of in holy scroll as the children of god.
We warrior David... We wise Solomon... We the son they mounted on the theoretical cross.
A square standing in a circle and we... We came from the projects spitting hurricane fyah and rhythmic philosophy designed to move the masses.
So long ago and we... We better wake up cause its getting late, See?
A reach into the all and its so simplistic mathematically as trillions drop tremendously empty... Right by yo head, and we consumed in the need to be spiritually succumb to virtual insanity... Salem witch hunts and metaphorical terrorist's peekin round the corner... Police still beatin niggas every damn day.
All we gotta do is reach into the all of we... The melanistic all of we... The blackest blackness of we...
The image of god we... Where we descend from... See?
This system but another mans version pushed historically pon we... Pigfeet and reality t.v.
A reach into the all and a resounding smack...
Stars and tears in yo eyes.



JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{ THE MANY FORMS OF LOVES MANIFESTATION}

{ THE MANY FORMS OF LOVES MANIFESTATION}
THE SOUND... PLEASE LISTEN CAUSE ITS SET UP THAT WAY...
https://youtu.be/8gFtYs_WRR0

I loved you and you made me smile... So radiant and I had the strength to change planets of beings into sentients.
I loved you and you made me cry... Salty waters that were so deep that they fell into pits of darkness where my mentality screamed at me to wake.

Sun caresses skin
Man awakens from deep slumber
Darkness must follow


You talked to me and your voice was the sound of angels singing to me of birth and resurrection from imminent death.
You talked to me and my soul cringed, so much hate and rage... Your face so twisted.
How could it come to this I wondered.

Heaven in her eyes
Promises of better days
Hell in her ragings

I found comfort in your softness, release in your depths, sweet sleep in the bed beside you... Such blissful states.
I found hurt in the crevasses of your skin, betrayal was the smell that lingered on your flesh... So sharp the pain lying on a bed of nails.

She chocolate drops
Melting and satisfying
Bitter unrefined

You taught me so much that I have a framed P.H.D. in the art of love... cunniligustically a beast, Skilled with my meat.
You taught me so much that sex frightens me... To where from here? A warrior out here alone against the rising tide time.

The water shimmers
Waves shushing to mans heart shores
 Reflectively we

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

 {HYPERPHILOSOPHYSEE}
THE SOUND OF GREAT WEIGHT AND PREPONDERANCE ...
https://youtu.be/vZUStfPtUfQ

These streets... These streets and we speak on molly, and we pontificate see...
This the year 2015 and niggas still survive... niggas still alive and so many relish the title see...
Black kids killing each other in the ghettos, and we, we, be.
Cowboy ass cops killing we... see?
Niggas in the church , niggas standin on street corners, nigga in the white house see... Even if he don't want to be, that's the reality see?
Nigga what you gone be?
Cant escape the utter thought impact of the word see?
Poet standing in the thunder and lightning flashes and spitting asphalt philosophy...
Hardcore drop see?
Born nigga in the heart of Moultrie Georgia, Dropped, spanked and brand new see...
Jordan's on a niggas feet see?
Still a nigga I see...
Income tax and food stamps see?
Betta get some third eye vision see?
Genocidal mentalities be fucking with our true nature see?
Pigfeet and skins be fucking with our pineals see?
Fyah burn down Babylon, niggas be blind see...
This sociology don't come free... A heavy price to pay see...
Handed down history and flawed science see...
Betta get on that 360 see...
Betta rise from yo knees nigga see...
Stand attentively and be ye gods see?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SO SAVAGE THE CONUNDRUM)

(SO SAVAGE THE CONUNDRUM)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/6w-HmIVA9H8

I see you and grow heavy and hard... Such an enticing sight thou art...
Would that I could tell you these things.
Beast pounding at mine temples... Blood engorging mine member...
My desire flooding the plains of mine pineal...
I who would explode into the depths of your womb... Take your mind in mine hands and stroke it feverently yet gently...
I who would drink of your breath as you cumming call mine name.
Ahhh the taste of you.
Salty like the seas of our beginnings... In you I taste the earth... The carbon of a falling star.
Mine member so hard...
Mine mind spinning as it makes the dizzying descent... As it slams into the whole of your being...
The blessings of your flesh... The fullness of your mind... The totality of your essence.
So heavy, so hard... I standing transfixed.
I lost in your origins... Such a sight thou art.
The yin of mine yang... My completion...
These things I try to say with mine eyes... The language of my body...
The very nature of mine being.
Would that you could overstand.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEORETICALLY) MY LOVE BEQUEATHED UNTO THEE...
THE SOUND IS INTRICATE TO FULL OVERSTANDING... PLEASE LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/GIhXAqOSLAc

Again I scribe to you my hypothetical... My would be love.
I wanting you since before I was the one cell that multiplied into billions...
Since my great grandfather carried me seed and my great grandmother bore my grandmother.
Such a delectable thought manifested dream.
Reflected on my eyelids shut in sleep...
A princess when I was boy, you are now queen, still I have yet to meet you... My love.
The breeze surrounds me and I sniff hoping to catch a whiff of your pheromones... Surely I am programmed to recognize it... Your scent.
Having seen you in 3d on my pineal screen... Fields of flowers and wet dreams... A moment before you dissolve and dissipate upon my waking.
Here I sit a prisoner to this flesh and blood... This longing as the days rush on by.
I man alone on a world so full of female companionship... Warm flesh and release.
So full of need... Someone who overstands the hyperphysicality of me.
These words swirling and spiraling into the well of my being... Painting a masterpiece of a queen I have never met... Only seen subconsciously
My hypothetical.
Sighhh.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY