I see you and my primality presses into my peneality... I grow heavy and hard and I would fall into your valley... Victim of your causality.
Rivers flowing, flowers growing, skin glowing.
To orgasmic going, sound receding and slowing, psyche blowing.
Some of that humdangerlanger, thick dick hangeranger,

(OH)

(OH)

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PLEASE LISTEN...

https://youtu.be/rJ12nhq7n74

You drop into my mind as dark as the moment before realization, in the chambers of Allah.
Forged from the remnants of a suns fire and I, Oh...
You make me tremble to the very roots of my tree... Got me quaking and I um, Oh.
I feel you baby, and I need you so, and I just don't wanna let go.
A moment on this mortal thread with thee and I, Oh...Just wanna explode .
Release all this energy into the cosmos... Blow perceived notions to the edges of heavenly abode.
We, you and me born of the big bang and the resulting cataclysms as Suns became stars, as planets were born of them going supernova.
You make me wanna touch you on your, in your and I, Oh.
Oh I wanna merge into the depths of your Dna and mingle with you psychologically.
I a spark in your synapses, a wet spot in your panties and I, Oh.
I told you I feel you so so long ago...
I think it might have been on a plain in Africa or a playground in Georgia, I born of slaves and free men.
Mixed progeny and here we are homogenized in these times and I, Oh.
Oh I wanna reach out and touch you trembling from the questing of my fingers the manipulations of my tongue.
Pink turning to dark where I would plant seed, watch it dribble between ass cheeks and I, Oh.
I told you so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(DECISIONS AND INNERVISIONS)
THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC... PLEASE LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/LRfN2R3PpHs

What am I if not blood sweat and tears... I man built this country, raised it pon mine back.
I man stood by and watched as my woman bore the progeny of wicked men.
He who would enslave his own seed.
I man cried in the room darkened by night and prayed that I would be free.
That my children might smell the fresh air, breathe of being truly unburdened by the melanin in their skin.
I man hung from trees as my neck attached and tears ran down my cheeks... as I pissed myself.
Salt water so reminiscent of the seas we crossed in the belly of the beast.
Whips, chains and maggots as my soul festered.
I man held on to small remembrances of times past till placed in smalls cages departed from reality.
Some became shuffling versions.
My woman having lost all respect as they took her again and again in the night.
They dressed as the ghosts we had been trained to fear.
Unholy war and the church it did condone these things.
I man scarred from the beatings of life as they called me a worthless nigger and a threat when really I was neither.
I man just a shadow of my former self as the torture continued unabated.
Overseer becoming Officer, Sherif becoming Sheriff and so many of us having sold out.
Wearing the badge with pride and honor as black men caught bullets in their bodies and fell bleeding on the streets.
Angel of death coming to claim their soul, bodies lowered into stolen ground.
I man wondering what I can do to wake just a few...
Start a revolution, spark a new mindset.
They so lost in Hollywood and New York dreams as rappers tear down the last walls of sanity, sell Molly dreams, Crack illusions all while spinning trap music in heavy rotation.
Chalk lines on concrete as I man fall prostrate and pray for the eventual death of my enemy, whoever he may be.
I man done wore to many ass whippings to be afraid.
All this blood, so much sweat and so many tears ago I man decided so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(ONCE IN A LIFETIME SIMILAR TO THIS ONE) INSPIRED BY THIS PHOTO OF JEN WILLIAMS...
THE SOUND...

Once we were kids in a garden, we laughed we played.
The animals and we, cohabitation complete.
Once we walked next to God.
They say there was no rain.
We infinite.
We born of the cosmos God and the universe Goddess.
It was inevitable that we would challenge our makings and grow.
They would call this growth modern, we in these times while forgetting that once even the wheel was new.
Mans love so deep that man feeling it would bite of forbidden fruit.
Accept death and all the consequences of knowing.
All a man's soul and he would slay lions to prove his prowess... his cunning.
He indebted to you on mitochondrial levels.
You embedded in his very cellular.
You standing beside him as his nations fell and rose.
As pyramids were built of and on Terra firma.
As skyscrapers rose and towered above.
Monuments to him wanting to touch the sky.
Symbols of his manhood.
Monkey bars and swings in the middle of metropolis.
Children's laughter ringing off concrete. Bullets and handguns.
Death and destruction interspersed with the still miraculous birth.
Who are we to be, what are we?
Savage beast or sane man?
Boy or girl? Woman or man?
So much confusion in the garden where once even you and I were innocent kids.

A JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

I AM BEING BULLIED, WHAT IS FACEBOOK GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

Who do you report when it's Facebook bullying you?
Lately and as a matter of fact earlier I have had my share of run ins with Facebook.
The most disturbing thing is is that it's always about someone reporting me until lately.
Now my poems just disappear from my photo albums.
I love black art and promote it to the best of my ability by featuring it with my poetry. I may not always post the author's name but I never claim credit for the art.
Yesterday I posted a piece called Starkissed and Sonfilled and it garnered some attention because the picture used was a suggestive nude, meaning it hinted at night but was not nude.
Actually it showed less than some of the outfits worn to the BET awards the other night by well respected entertainers.
Today without any warning it was removed from my page. This is the second time this has happened in the past week. The other piece was a semi rap piece and contained no nuclear threats or weapons of mass destruction and it to was removed with no notification or warning.
Now I faint know about you but I calm this censorship and a gross miscarriage of justice and I am going to talk to a lawyer about this.
Someone at facebook needs to be held responsible and accountable for violating my civil rights and liberties.
I thought that in Amerikkka freedom of speech, of expression was supposed to be protected and honored, but I guess that's only when you're white and rich out any trace and gay cause right now my civil liberties are being trod upon and Facebook is giving me no way to stand up to confront or protect myself.
It is as if they are adjusting and abetting bullying by trying to Appease only one segment of the population.
Now in saying that I would like to add that the other scenario is even more frightening.
What is its like people say and Facebook has been turned over to the government and its them doing this to select groups of people, censoring the bad seeds so to speak.
What if you are a bad seed?
It could be you next.
This post is time sensitive so you better read and comment now cause I bet as soon as my Facebook watchdog sees it it's gone.
I've never been one to run or back down from a fight so here I am girding my loins and contacting a lawyer cause it isn't always a bullet to the head that kills ya. It can be as easy as controlling the information.
This is JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY and I'm reporting being harassed on Facebook and possibly by Facebook who is not protecting our showing any concern for me.
What are you gonna do about that?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY my This article is also on other social media, and is featured at Blogspot, Tumblr and Google +.
Gotta cover more than one avenue.
If I disappear look for me on my other pages.

(WHERE WE STAND) A COLLAB FEATURING DENISE OLIVER
THE SOUND...

Humbly I take my place as a queen by no other name but yours I will carry with honor and respect making a statement that black love matters as I am the nurturer of our roots keeping them fertile with love and devotion. Stand defiantly and fight against those who threaten your position being your eyes and ears while your protecting our home front honoring my position as your queen. I admire your physical attributes the strength in arms that's willing to carry me when I'm to weak to stand, the love you show me daily aswell as your mental strength that helps to keep me focused when I'm losing my vision of our unity when the road gets tough.
Never have I felt the need to surrender my all but trusting you is easy because you have proven yourself worthy and of so much more.These things I say to you without discretion but with sincerity of heart as we continue to fight for our freedom my earth god, teacher and king.

My love celestial and need to tell you these things... I not bound by philosophy nor tethered by psychology would stand beside you a king.
My heart pumping fragments of you mixed in with shards of where we have been, our story the reason I stand the way I do.
A warrior willing to die a thousand and one deaths for you.
I would bear horrendous treatment before i would allow anyone to hurt you.
A flutter of your hair and I berserk would wreak havoc in your honor.
Your homeliness so attractive that my whole insides dissolve into liquid when you are in my arms.
I steel melted down fluid and kicking off sparks
You my cast where I am formed.
A rub against stone and I am the sharpened sword designed to cut those down who would dare to stand in our way.
I born black and proud and looking at you.
My queen, my earth, the cosmos contained in your hair talking of our birth and our enslavement.
I saying the things.

DENISE OLIVER AND JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY