Looking into her eyes and a man fell spiraling into love quite like a pine seed falling to earth.
Such a bittersweet thing, they separated by the miles.
From afar he watched her spread her wings and grow... From afar his heart and cerebellum ached.
He quite smitten yet unable to feed his infatuation.
Sad days and the man walked the sad walk of loneliness.
The people saw it in his face, his eyes.
They asked him why he never smiled and he just looked at them like mosquitoes, always buzzing and blood sucking.
She the one and only thing that would satisfy him.
He loved her mind so.
She a beautiful flower grown in the rough, she a clear stream singing such a sweet song as it trickles by.
A sip... So refreshing.
One day... One day she went away and the man into funk fell.
So deep and the darkness... Oh the darkness was deep but the man having lived previous live knew, if she was meant to be they would cross paths again.
He trodding through this life knew.
He in his way waited... And waited... And waited.
One day Lo and Behold she appeared and spoke the mans name.
Oh the glory!
And he rejoiced.
His heart... Oh his heart.
He rejoiced.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHO ARE "THEY"?)
THE SOUND OF "THEIR" DAY...

A man stands in the rain crying... So much water, and he wonder's if anyone knows he was crying.
So stoic is he.
A man standing on a street corner reminiscing over life and the consequences... The eventualities and the awful reality.
Babies born to die while in pursuit of life.
A man standing in the rain drowning in the pain.

In the rain there is movement, all around, the day doing its thing.
The man makes no attempt to escape the rain, in fact he seems to revel in it, to become a part of it.
He sees her, her movements so fluid that they seem feline.
Such femininity and he raises his arm, drops fall from his fingertips and meld with rain on its way down.
Gravity.
The way of things.

Her kiss is as light as a drop of softest drizzling rain and it soothes the mans pain...
She looks at him with overstanding and he in turn grows stronger... His heart is slowed and breathing calmed as the rain continues to fall.
Glistening in her hair, dropping from the naps.
Her eyes, and he wonders does she cry along with him.
So hard to tell as the water falls all around them.

He is suddenly overcome by emotion and he raises his hand and rubs her hair, he marvels at its softness and he pulls her to him.
They cling to each other as a bus passing by reveals the passengers looking at them in bewilderment.
These two hue-mans embracing in the rain.
It running in rivers down the gutter.

They do not say anything, these two as a flash of lightning precedes the rumble of thunder.
He looks at her and suddenly finds himself unafraid, she has that effect on him.
She has since ancient times in his mind, in his way of reasoning.
He loves her so and still he says nothing.
She looking at him overstands.
Him and his pain.

The rain continues to fall sideways as he takes her hand and they turn.
They walk away melting into the driving rain.

{THOUGHTS OF HE AND SHE}

{THOUGHTS OF HE AND SHE} A COLLABORATION FEATURING AUTHOR ANJELL
THE SOUND AS WE DO WE...
https://youtu.be/5EFZXB3hCTQ

Anjell
I imagine your towel slowly falling to the floor With every glimpse of your blackness taking residence in my pupils Sweet bulge tempting my lips to take Eat Partake of you Your pink lips I dream of biting Your moans escalating You and me hissing like wild beasts wanting to devour each other till the last bite Wrap your tongue around my hardened caramelized nipples Let me call out your name in morse codes My fingers massaging the length up and down your girth Wanting you to be in me drowning your dick with my worth.

Jerald I so savage at my introduction to the physical you, stand back and partake...
The folds, the wrinkle, and the lines and I would dine of you.
The jutting of your nipples and I feeling vibratory reach out and... Oh the fucking electricity.
The smell of your hair, the smell of your moisture and I heavy stand pon the scene.
How could something so heavy stand perpendicular?
Not a question as I exhaling your name push you back and take you roughly.
Your liquidity coating the thickness and veins of me...

Anjell
I know your dick is heavy baby just want to empty Deplete the contents of you until you're dripping wet with in my thick juicy pheromones Beautiful you are when your dick is deep inside of me I want to feel every penetration Every stimulation Every veiny skin to skin vibration of your thick meat Saturate my pussy with you as you feed your hungry lips My pussy is yours Make my wet insides remember you I want to forever remember your blackness Pussy lips longing for your tongue

Jerald
I so gentle in my entry... A flick of the tongue, a twitch of a fingertip and you
sigh.
The sound and I would torture you so sweetly. Bring you to the brink and pull back.
I swelling and plunging into your sweetness, the hypercomplexity as we bounce and sway.
I feeling the pressure in my loins, on my brain, tingling, tingling.
Such pretty pink and I feeling it grasp me would lie back and sigh... Such relief.
I in you and you in me as defined I-finity.
Want to see as I push your legs back... Make your clit stand covered in juicy as I slide in and out repeatedly.
I wait for you.
We explode, implode and scream.
We imagine these things.

{ SOMETIMES THANGS...}

{ SOMETIMES THANGS...}
THE MUSIC THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO...
https://youtu.be/7C6Kc0yEq_M

You came into my life a beautiful apparition and I just knew... I knew, I just had to have you.
My heart almost exploded in the cavity of my chest and my mind heated to 10,000 degrees and I knew... I just fucking knew, I needed you.
I became an empty shell waiting to be filled.
The bricks and concrete echoed back my feelings each time I took a footstep, such a hollow sound as I wandering walked for you.
My life, my life and I would do these things for you, clouds racing across the sky as the mighty wind blew.
Sky of blue as filtered by the atmosphere, as filtered by my soul.
So much promise and potential and I knew,.. Yes I knew that I would have you.
You came into my life and I felt you each time you walked by and I caught a whiff of you, wished I could smell your hair, scratch your scalp.
Days turning into nights where I all alone would play you over and over in my mind, again and again... Slow motion.
The way that your dress hugged your hips, the way the breeze caught the fabric as it flowed from your body and traced the wind.
Your voice, so melodic as it played mixed in my psyche.
You came into my life and I wanted to say these things but circumstances never seemed right and I, I just looked at you.
The way you looked when you bit your lips, the way you frowned a little bit when things just didn't seem right.
My subconscious summoning you when I asleep would lay, I wonder if I ever called your name.
Drifting in the clouds of marijuana smoke, such an amazing configuration.
I high on the very thoughts of you as I fall into haze.
Cough, cough and Whew!
If ever... If ever...
I would say these things to you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF FORM AND NON-FORMATION) HAIKU... SENRYU
THE SOUND AS INTO THE DOJO WE GO...
https://youtu.be/6QvMcQ2Eejo

(Loneliness)
Silence in forest
Tree falls and shakes the earths floor
So like a mans heart

(Godself)
Sun shines on mans dome
Even in light is darkness
He would walk the earth

(Aquatic)
And what of soft rain
It welling up in mans eyes
Bitter pills swallowed

(Metamorph)
Gently day descends
He becomes the dark of night
Skin of Chameleon

(Transformation)
Gently leaves whisper
Speaking of life born and lost
He listens raptly

(Elemental)
He would speak of fire
It consuming the fuel synaptic
Frenzied it rages

(Substantial)
He becomes the air
A leaf drifting in light breeze
A screaming banshee

(Enlightenment)
Dawning sun shining
Son of man turning to leave
Arm leg leg arm head

(Completion)
He earth bearing tree
Solid rock and shaky ground
He is shifting sand

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FROM WHENCE) DEDICATED TO JEN WILLIAMS.
THE SOUND AS I REFLECT...
https://youtu.be/jnB76f9ztB0

If a comet fell from the heavens and obliterated half the planet, it could not compare to you.
If it fell and sparked new life, alien and strange, it would be a side story to the pure loveliness that is your personification.
Full lips, natural hair, so slight and small that I... Ummm.
I would do so many different things to you.
Show my beast to you... He so ready to smell of you.
So lost in your lines that I don't know what to do.
My rigid pole so hard that I reach down and rub... Gotta stop before I explode creamy, sticky and wet into my boxer shorts.
Oh your voice, and it would cause flowers to bloom in my most barren spots, prisms of color splashed on the wall of my subconsciously, fragrant and delectable.
My beast would crouch at waters edge, lower his head and drink of your fluid, gain strength and kick off a revolution.
Staccato shots fired into the night air.
You appealing to every single aspect of my complexity.
So refreshing and I would roar your name earsplitting across the diaspora hue-man.
Write it hieroglyphical on structures hoping that future generations seeing it would speak in hushed tones of we.
Paint it portrait so that they could look into your eyes and see as I see.
The makings of a queen contained in the brown layers of your epidermis as the earth falls into disarray.
I who would find shelter in your shade

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY