(MASTER BLAST ATION)
THE DROP... THE DROP...
https://youtu.be/PU6SLKCvbzM

Let me see you rub it, head cocked to the side as I look at you coyly.
Touch that thang for me, lay back and expose the layers for me.
You need this just like I do, you deserve to be the object of my adulation.
Let me see what you do to that clit for later I will use that format when I  tongue lash you.
Play with your petals as I rub the tree, its roots.
A breath drawn across my lips, my teeth.
You looking so delectable to me, connoisseur perusing the particular lines... Your pheromonic displacement as it in droplets to small to be seen permeates my psyche.
I who would be Silver back, I who would be Lion, I and I a roar.
Open up and make it wet, so damp and I, I ummmm.
So fucking lost in the physical presence that is you.
Make it cum for you, make it cum for me.
A shudder... A whewww.
Trembles that ripple your flesh, I liking the erotic, sensual feminine beast that I see lying orgasmically enthralled before me release on the brown skin of your belly.
I just wanna see... Let me, just, see.

(A-MUSE)
THE SOUND OF MAN AMUSED...

I man peeping thine artistry... I man fixated pon thee royalty... I man dwelling in the darkest of thy levels.
You got me feeling some kind of way, jittery and flying free.
Nothing like a black queen, I blessed would kiss you in and on every crease and fold... find me in your stretch marks where I seek knowledge... Roads, rivers trails that lead to thine forest.
I peruse of thee.
If I were sculptor I would render you black and nude in all your regality.
A sight to behold in 4017 as an artist studies the simplistic-complexity that is you.
Your breath captured in stone and breathed across eons as testimony.
Museums featuring you as the prototypical and I the artist as visually blessed beyond belief.
Such a splendid thing our tale... Thousands of years and all I see is the way your melanin caresses mine mentality and inspires my intellect.
I a mad genius scribbling these hieroglyphics on a cybernetic screen.
I take a step back.
I peep the science that is thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(NATTY ROOTS LOVE DIVERSION)

(NATTY ROOTS LOVE DIVERSION)
THE SOUND... Please listen,
https://youtu.be/y12PlyjCXGA

We entangled grew from hard city streets... I would be king and you hypothetical queen as the world gave us its ass to kiss.
You young tight and fine and me sipping pineapple juice and wine.
We natty and so out of place... I felt you then and I feel you now.
Your face in the clouds, Each raindrop carrying your reflection.
My soul, my soul and wrenching roars.
We entangled as the days they fall away, a mark on the calendar, another year gone.
Cold, warm, hot and fall.
We the roots digging deep, we the branches bearing testament, life in our boughs.
We entangled and my love would feed forests, My love would fall from trees to provide food for thought to wandering tribes of our people.
Pollen in the air as I share my love with you... Take it, take it.
A shudder and a sigh.
I wiping mine eye as these linguistics causeth I to weep.
Begging, begging.
Entangle me...
Entangle me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(DROP EVERYTHANG)
THE SOUND AS ALL IS LAID DOWN..
https://youtu.be/7yGMQYH39WY

You though you knew me seconds before I shifted and transformed... I son of sun born of the hard project grounds... Prison of the scorned.
You thought you could pass judgement pon I rising from the ashes a dragon... Phoenix standing feminine by my scaly sides.
We scorching the very earth with our very words... Metaphors and adverbs, banging bass beats that bounce, bounce, bounce the masses... Sparking fires that burn into the night as bodies sweaty dance tribalistically... Shadows cast pon the trees.
You thought you could suppress the melanin that contained in skin absorbs cosmic emanations and feeds them to the pineal being he... I and I arise Nazarene... Seen?
Notty heart, notty mind, notty me, I Lion roaring trembles and quaking trees leaves... Nature and I and I onenity as clouds parting shine rays pon my bald head... Wisdom of the ancients and scourge of the illuminati reigning supreme as the days grow stranger and stranger... Fools dying of thirst in a sea of knowledge and refusing to drink... Simplicity as freedom dangles, Shackles and penitentiary chink, chink chinking on concrete and tile, carpeted courtroom floors... Freedom dangling from the judge pon pulpits hand, from preacher pon pulpits hand... One book to swear on, one book to salvation...
You thought you had me figured out till you realised I had figured out the game plan.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OH HOW I WISH IT WOULD RAIN)
THE MODE OF TRANSPORT.
PLEASE LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/6BOp6p4fdoE

Raindrops...
That's what comes to mind when I smell your sex.
Ozone in the air as your wetness permeates and saturates the layers of my atmosphere.
I the planet waiting to receive your life giving moisture on the surface of my tongue.
I the tree standing tall in anticipation.
Droplets becoming the torrential downpour.
I in the puddles frolicking and cavorting, I do so love the rain.
Water so cleansing as it washes away the tiredness and the dirt of the day.
Raindrops.
They glistening in the hairs of my beard and shining on my fingertips.
I placing them under my nostrils and taking a whiff.
Mmmmmm.
The smell and it takes me away and I just wanna play.
I just wanna splash and I grow so thick and strong, the roots of me soaking up the nourishment and sending signals to my trunk.
The pollen flowing through my whole being.
The pollen threatening to cover everything.
It wanting to be freed so that it may pollinate the crops of your fields.
So much that it would run as rivers down your thighs.
So long having lain dormant behind the dam, so rhetorical this symphony of letters and syllables.
I needing the rain so.
A dance to bring it pouring from your clouds.
I looking at you and perusing these things.
Raindrops.
Hmmmmm.
Let me smell your sex.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHOSE PUNANI IS THIS?)

(WHOSE PUNANI IS THIS?)
THE BEAT OF THIS TRUTH...
https://youtu.be/fYxmFNw-fV8

Remember when you said that your punani was mine?
I knew you were lying but at that moment I let you think I believed you.
I wondered if you had told the other men that... The ones who had been there before me.
I wondered if you would tell the ones that that came after me... Literally and figuratively.
I knew the answer already.
I let you think that it mattered.
To some small degree it did cause I wanted to love you.
I wanted to grow old and grey with you but in these modern times it's just to easy to walk away.
Not to say that I can't love cause I do, it's just that I have to protect my heart, my sanity.
Love for me is a conditional thing and if the conditions are not favorable then I build a shelter to protect me from the fallout.
Love is not a diamond ring cause diamonds have caused my people so much pain.
Dry African bones lying scattered in diamond mines.
Love is not any of that bullshit they show on soap operas or in them bullshit ass movies.
White illusions adopted as truth.
I am not a rich man.
Comfort for me is a roof over my head some food in the fridge, looking at you.
Fuck the Jones and what your friends think.
If they were happy they wouldn't have time to be looking at you, giving you bad advice.
If you loved me you wouldn't be worried about what they were saying.
Lateshia and Andreka nem.
If your preacher was happy he wouldn't be worried bout what religion I am.
Sowing discontent in our home.
All I want is to love you but you got to many people whispering in your ears.
It's so sad that you forgot the fact that I was made for you, that you were made for me and that together we become a formidable force that can conquer anything.
That your voice could make me a king or tear me down and make me weak.
Its your choice.
I wish on all the stars and worlds in the cosmos that I could love you.
That I could throw open the gates to my soul, that I could show you what love really means to me but you live on another plane.
I listen to your moans and sighs.
I listen to you tell me your punani is mine.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(I BORN MUST DIE TO LIVE) I AM NOT A RELIGION, I AM A WAY OF LIFE
THE SOUND AS I TRANSCEND...

I have seen where we go... When we go I mean.
I am not afraid of the all.
I do not fear Allah.
The all.
What frightens me is people who belittle the all.
People who teach watered down versions of what and who we were, what we are and what we could be in order to control other people.
The people who believe that crap.
I am the all, and in leaving this plane I will still be the all.
It's that simple.
I have always existed and will always exist.
An old woman in a dream told me that right after I walked by my son who has become the all by going back to the all.
I think he knew that from his born, it was in his ancient eyes.
A child when he died, a young man who spoke to me on the way to a lesson, standing on the stairs.
I not knowing who he was until I  had passed him by.
To late to turn back and ask him why.
Tears from my soul that stained my shirt.
An angel who spoke to me on my deathbed who said "One more beat, you decide."
Beat... Beat.
Oh angel which do I choose?
The all or the all.
Standing at the threshold the souls welcoming I.
I upon opening my eyes wondering if my choice was right.
The panorama of all life playing on thousands upon thousands of screens.
Red the color of my childhood dreams.
I seeing things so different from my mother, my teachers, my friends.
The things I saying striking fear into their eyes... Causing their foundations to quake.
My dad explaining these things.
A simple man with a calm tortured soul.
I a small child pausing and wondering "Do they see? Do they see?
Life on this level has shown that so many do not, they not feeling the cosmos.
They trying to make God human, trying to place human attributes on a being of pure darkness and light.
Traveling fourth-dimensional beyond mere human understanding.
Under-standing, such an apt description.
Prismatic the beams that radiate to be absorbed in melaninic skin.
Overstanding but a thought away.
I do not fear death.
Death is but another form of life.
I a beam cosmic, seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY