(LINDA AND THE TRAVELER ME) DEDICATED TO A QUEEN
THE SOUND... LOVE THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/jgUV76PniDA

I playing you mp4 on my synapses...sparks bouncing off my logical floor.
Pretty bits of light and I be enthralled.
Shoulda married you in high school shoulda married you when we was in our 20s.
I always loved you queen.
When we was sittin in them desks I  longed to touch you, when we were in our 20s and grown and I knew you it felt so strong that I afraid of love ran.
Love such a cold hearted motherfucker and I still journeying.
I still love you now and for you I would stand on land made holy by the adhan and speak of you in my salat.
The core of my core is molten lava that threatens to erupt, new worlds and infinite possibilities abounding, such a catalyst thou art.
The days but sun rising and sun setting, the nights a virtual eternity where even sleep is no escape.
I miss you with the taking of my every breath and the swallowing of all my food.
Hollow gestures that remind me of my loneliness.
Birds singing of my sorrow, I living alone in a sea of souls.
Waves washing over me.
Audio and visual... You play and I hear your voice subconsciously, it imprinted on my heartstrings.
I but a spiritual man.
These things I could speak into existence with your aid... I most powerful king at your utterance.
Shoulda been married you, thats what the boys say.
I having loved you since the very first day I glimpsed a view of you.
Even back the you was high definition.
I a young lion, you young lioness.
I will love you till I die.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{OF FIRST CLASS, SECOND CLASS, WARRIORS AND PASSIVE MEN}

{OF FIRST CLASS, SECOND CLASS, WARRIORS AND PASSIVE MEN}
MUSIC OF A WARRIOR CLASS... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN.
https://youtu.be/15DL8nn-uEQ

You deem I and I people second class citizen, you deem I and I minority when in fact the reality is something else.
You come with flawed mentality onto the plain of man, you try to make I and I embrace it.
Woe unto you and your seed for what you have done to mine.
Cannons, bullets and planes and you have rained pain pon the very people... Fire pon the nation.
You preach peace while in fact you are the very beast that was warned about in the very books you preach.
Crosses pon beach, fools groveling at your feet.
You print words pon parchment that bear no weight for you are the treaty breaker.
Slit throats and fake heart attacks... Shaka no see that, No, Zulu always been awake.
May brimstone fall from the heavens and leave your cities smoking in the morning breeze.
Pity the children born of your loins, pity the engineered food you sell in your supercenters, pity the church as it crumble to bits on the sand that you have built upon.
Rome, France, and Great Britain.
The great whore standing holding the book of perdition in a harbor Babylon.
You want I and I to be nice while you shoot I and I babies, while you rape the minds of I and I princesses and princes.
You want I and I to be silent as you preach equality.
Equal to who... You a dirty demon.
Democrat and Republican, I and I rain devastation pon thine system formed of blood and human flesh.
Flag that pays no homage to my ancest-story, where my people came from birthed in the belly of Jesus.
Born of tainted mentalities.
Roman Catholics and French armies severing the silver cord, death pineal and we have suffered so greatly.
Ignorance pumped in wirelessly on big screen T.V.s, false visions of Empires and fake ass perceptions of reality.
Second class citizen seeking to be while being taught how not to be.
White but an illusion dangled in front of the mislead, Bleached skin and blond wigs.
Suburbs, Jordans and Cadillac's and you still being called niggas.
You still fighting for your God given rights while praying, while singing.
Take thy scrip and buy yourself a sword.
Rain fire, brimstone and destruction pon the very pillars that you have built upon.
I and I no second class.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGELY ROARING BEAST BREAKING FREE FROM SEXUAL REPRESSION SEE) EROTICAL

THE SAVAGE SOUND OF THE BEATDOWN...

https://youtu.be/MlsnkKOY10w

Maybe you've heard of me...
The Beast?
Maybe you have seen glimpses of me as you looked into his eyes... I just a layer of membrane away, pushing at the edges of his insanity.

Where beasts roam dick swanging in the savage jungle.
I free so that I may touch you, so that I may smell you, so that I may make the fluidity of you pour from your body.
So that I may lap it up and kiss you, make you taste of yourself as I rub you down there and make you wrap your hands round my swollen club.
Place it against your lips, swirl your tongue around its circumference... Make me catch my breath.
I a beast sigh subsonic at your manipulations, the care with which you take.

Even the beast gentleman for a second.

A split of a split second later beast crashing blunt force into vagina. 

Legs back so far that feet be laid to the side.

I a beast talking wild to clit.

Stand up little man, stand up for daddy.

Beast can also wax poetic.

Thy punani is indeed as unto lush gardens abounding with fruit of the sweetest flavor.

Juice that would nourish a warrior to victory.

Thou queen, thou queen.

Beast can expound eloquence, Beast can.

Beast part of man merged in the melanine.

Beast sucking nipples, Would that thy breast fill Beasts mouth.

Beast wanna nut, Beast wanna make you nut.

Wet the fucking walls, wet the seat of the car, paint graffiti that explains we.

I  Beast would stand rooted against onslaught for thee,

Me Beast.

You see me?

I living behind brown eyes looking absolutely Beastly see you looking splendidly replete.

I ask you one more time.

Do you see me?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

{WHY?}
THE SOUND OF IMMENSE PRESSURE... This piece was written for this music...
https://youtu.be/kv_72W2L5vY

Why did you give me that punani?
I was alright before that.
That level of events and I, oh I, felt it in the tiniest of my membranes, the center of my core, and I, Unnnhhhhhhh...
Felt that shit, Oh I felt that shit.
It becoming the crux of the mission...
Punani, Punani such a splendid creation.
You the harbinger and the gatekeeper and I a wayward traveler learning to speak... The language of pleasing the punani.
Gentle whispers pon erect clit and I, Hummmmmm... Want to see you writhe in absolute abandon... Lost in the throes of passions hold where the smell enticing fills the lair.
The home of savage beasts and timid lovers, what an ever changing dance, you on top as I begging grip the cheeks of your ass, as I pull your hair so that you press down.
Pressure pon the top of your head.
Pressure from the swollen flesh jutting from between my hard thighs... Sliding, sliding, I so deep and Good Gawd!
I wanna hear you cum, I wanna feel you warm... Gawd damn!
Flipping you over and laying you flat, sliding into punani from the back as you lie legs closed, booty tooted up a lil bit... Maximum pressure and I, Wanna cum, Wanna cum, yet I cant, got to stay in punani, got to stay.
Cum my dear let me play... Lick a likkle bit, just a taste.
Punani taste great.
Damn beast, and legs pushed all the way back... Beast standing up in punani.
You upon giving me the first piece freed him from his cell.
Me and the beast would ravage thee, lay claim to thy lands...
You who made me so happy... Why did you give me that punani?
I'm cumming!
Unnnnhhhhhhh!!!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE GOOD OL DAYS}

{THE GOOD OL DAYS}


Today I"m gone take you way back to when I a young lad roamed unfettered.
That time that exists before convoluted dreams and painful screams.
Crushed dreams and the utter horribility of the reality of life... The realization I mean.
Back to my formation.
Back in the good ol days as we like to call em I had lofty notions, inspired by stories of great men and a couple of women.
I knew things I shouldn't have known cause the world was a lot more real back then.
I tried to remember it all... My purpose you see?
The ability to bring to written life anything that I had seen.
Back then I hated to write.
I loved to read but I hated to write.
I live in the midst of everything cause I was everywhere, a child trying to get the feel of all this... This life you see?
The old wino who came in the barbershop every Friday when I went to get my cut.
Dad either outside or inside or at the bar down the block.
He would shuffle in and tell jokes and shit while the old church men would look on in disgust.
The other men would laugh, the ones from the country and the ones from the city.
Shit was a lot more safe for a kid back then.
Back then I lived in two totally different cities according to what time of year it was.
Moultrie Georgia in the summer and Tallahassee Florida, during the school year.
Georgia was where my aunts and uncles and cousins were and at any given time during the summer I was within close proximity of 30 or more cousins and an aunt, uncle, great uncle or aunt and a couple of folks from the church.
I was what was then called a bad kid in some respects cause I didn't see boundaries, I was gonna do that shit if I died doing it and there was no way anyone was gone stop me.
I wore ass whuppings with pride cause I was always one of the kids who had actually seen somebody get stabbed or shot and by the time I was around 8 I had witnessed some wild shit.
I also liked to fuck with people and would do shit to some of my older cousins, The ones from way back in the days right after slavery, 4th and fifth cousins. My granddaddies, daddies cousins.
Me and my cousin Mike, would hide in the bushes and throw cats out till my old cousin who had one eye would throw his cane at us.
One time he hit Mike and we had to tell his mom where the knot on his head came from.
Wore bout whuppings for that one.
There was the time I in a fit of rage over some small thing pushed my cousins cousin out of the tree and the time I almost put one of the twins eye out with a bottlecap packed with hard clay.
Yet I wasn't that bad, I just didn't take much shit.
Retaliation was always in order if that's what was needed, sometimes it just came in the form of preemptive strikes.
My mom and my grandmom, my dads mom who lived till I was 7, and aunts and uncles and the church people eventually came to the conclusion that I should be left alone and I was accepted in the men's circle, the women's circle and the old folks circle because I knew how to keep my mouth shut and I learned to do what they said.
Mike and I used to walk all over town by ourselves by the time we were around 6 or seven and would pop in on various folks in the family for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
We were always welcome cause we came with a joke and a conversation.
We bore news from all over the county.
I skipped one important aspect of my life... I had never seen a white person till I was around four years old and to say it scared me is an understatement.
I thought I had seen the devil and was afraid to talk about that shit for weeks.
Mike finally convinced me that I had just seen a white person and even took me to see one.
We crossed the railroad tracks and he took me to the edge of downtown and showed me that yes, these people existed and that they were not devils.
I still have problems with that theory though.
My mom was big on reading and luckily I took to reading like a fish to water and by the time I was 4 knew how to read and tell time as well as knew the days of the weeks the month and the length of a year.
This helped a lot when we were around the old men who didn't know how to read and Mike and I would read the newspaper and the letters that came from around the world for them.
Sons ans uncles in the war, It was Vietnam then and a whole lot of brothers were coming home with fractured minds.
It was also black power and in Florida I learned about it.
I also learned it from my uncle Emmitt and my uncle Terry as well as my aunt Peachy.
Florida was where I could show my intellectual side as a child because I had the unique experience of growing up in a college town and being placed in gifted programs which afforded me a chance to almost live on the campuses of two colleges, FSU and Florida A&M university.
Professors were the men who stopped by and played checkers with me on sunny spring afternoons and I tried to absorb every word that came from their mouths.
The Nation of Islam, Rasta, Christian as well as The brothers who represented fringes of the panthers.
By the time I was 11 I was earring and daishiki.

If you want to read more of this story let me know.

(CATCH ME QUEENLY)

(CATCH ME QUEENLY)
THE SOUND AS BEQUEATHED UNTO THIS SOLILOQUY...
https://youtu.be/yawMlTpBF00

And I man would grab hold of you as I man would enter your atmosphere... You and I gleaming resplendent in the after matter of our conjunction.
We creating the cataclysmic sound of retribution... The lightning flash of recognition, sparks and flames attesting to our passing on a mental plain.
Man I rubbing massaging into your brown skin... The epidermic layers of your very being.
Man I, man I who was once lost and done found a new way.
The blue sky shining bright like I.
Dreams made of a stars rays, sun born of son pon earth it be done.
You the inspiration that would deposit I at loves door... A timid knock and a hesitant entrance, a look into the brown liquid depths of your eyes.
A sigh.
Man done found a home, Angels and Seraphim sing.
Such a soul stirring sound as the riveting sound presses down... Knees bent to the true power.
Cool breeze and an inhalation.
Thou and thy pheromones,
Man I holding on to these could be's and hypothetically's.
Man I...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{I AND I GOD} A METAPHYSICAL DROP OF CARBON AND WATER

 {I AND I GOD} A METAPHYSICAL DROP OF CARBON AND WATER
THE SOUND OF THE DROPS HITTING THE PLANET NEWLY  FORMED...
 https://youtu.be/SnrXYH4XOxM


I man ripped from the edge of existence where darkness and light merge... I man a new beginning, I man create life and I man been the distance.
I man done seen my people suffer never to rise, I people so lost in the non reality where things of no substance determine mans station.
Weak man stand pon poor man back, poor man warrior don't fight back... poor man warrior go to fight for weak man pon foreign ground.
Poor man fight poor man and rich man pon chessboard play with warrior life.
I man see interdimensional cross time, space and this continuum where men pray to a mans version of I and I God.
I man who pon standing created cosmos.
Layers pon layers, Space folding and unfolding pon itself.
I man would travel intergalactic.
An astronaut encased in the plasma contained pineal would walk pon ground on planet in other galaxies.
Dreadlock alien woman by my side.
I and I man and I and I woman gazing pon the beauty of we black and absorbing the alien sun see?
Monetarily free from the ignorance of paper currency.
It holding I and I people restricted see?
Such fallacy heaped pon the masses as they scramble to please, as they scramble to be... Just like everybody else as the ideas float just beyond their enslaved reach.
Death would make them free from the hell that they inhabit... Heaven an idea that keeps them in line.
They so lost in the concept bequeathed unto them pon their birth.
They putting limits pon I and I God.
I man walking pon interstellar dust would reach out and take a piece of the whole
I and I god would create new earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY