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Thursday, January 5, 2017

{OF GANJA AND STAGES} LYRICAL HAIKU JITSU SENRYU


{OF GANJA AND STAGES} LYRICAL HAIKU JITSU SENRYU
THE SOUND SO LOUD...
https://youtu.be/yRZEhprGNoE

{Ganja}
Leaf so fucking green
Smoke drifting as cloud, rewind
Life contemplation

{Reality}
Breath of air so sweet
What of dying for it comes
Such a hefty promise

{Born}
Ideas born in sun
Explosions of synapsis
Standing in light

{Explained}
From darkness comes truth
Antimatter and matter
Both of importance

Man standing from fog
Fully awake, realized
Recognization

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

{360 DEGREES IN THE SHADE}


{360 DEGREES IN THE SHADE}
A TRUE HUMDANGELANGER...
https://youtu.be/DXa-lqOGxrc

Completion and mans mind wanders into thoughts of infinity... Yet what of it, for infinity is an illusion created by other man.
All begins, all ends, all begins.
Even in the most powerful telescope perched precariously in the deepest of space... All begins, all ends.
Trillions of light years away and still no answers for man in looking so hard misses the simplest spot, So absorbed in the beginning that he never really imagines the end.
What is to become of it all.
Erupting from cocoon in all its magnificence as it is reborn again.
Purely cybernetic in origin and inhabiting living flesh.
A spark and man is born.
Super in form and shaped by primitive societies that he perceives as modern cause these days will one day be old... Tomorrow a new day born again from the ashes of yesterday.
Man...
Such finite ideas, man limited by other men who call these things educational systems... Institutions of higher learning.
Where men go to learn of not being in such a grand panoramic view of all he came from.
Taught to think that he is uniquely superior to things which sprang from the same sand as he.
Born of cataclysm in times far past.
Rocks falling from the very skies.
Volcanoes and red and black dust.
Man  on such low levels of putting all this in place... Limits imposed and police controlled.
Beginnings and ends as societies buss caps to the end.
Cycles and circles that never end.
What of this theory completion?
Will it never end?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, January 2, 2017

{OF TRUTH AND REDEMPTION}


{OF TRUTH AND REDEMPTION}
THE SOUND AS HE TESTIFIES...
https://youtu.be/zAAsykRfLwo

Once a man cried, cried so hard he obliterated everything in his sight... Oh how he cried.
Cried so hard all he saw was black and white, and his tears... His tears, oh how they cleansed his soul.
Made him see in a new light, and petty notions which had weighed so much, he disposed of them... Dropped that weight.
He began to see in ways that he would not have thought of before... Some would call it insight but if its inside why didn't he see it before?
Rivers running down his cheekbones... Oceans beneath his feet.
He walking on salty water where so few had been before.
Angels choirs and heavenly realms... All the while he remained on earth surrounded by humans and inconsequential things.
So much struggle and strife when all was so plentiful... poor controlled by the rich who they give true power.
So much power and the man looking to the heavens towards home sighs.
Fathoms beneath his tired feet... so much life.
These things... these things and the mans sobs became thunder roaring in his ears... Rumble as preconceived notions crumbled into the surf.
He chocking on his sobs as they racked his burnt soul.
Bent to his knees a moment before he stood... Yes he did.
Allah in the very fiber of his being.
He stood, still crying.
Soul so clean.
Yes indeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

{THIN SKINNED AND DEEPLY DEFINED SEXUALITY}


{THIN SKINNED AND DEEPLY DEFINED SEXUALITY}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/VnNQW_LR3Xo


You have the tendency to make me drizzle liquidly into the very darkest recesses of my mind.
So invasive and I... Oh I dribble a lil bit at the merest thought of you.
My heart, It skips a beat and my phallus grows so hard and heavy.
My tongue would lap at the entrance to innermost being and make you squirt warm and fluid.
My tongue would tickle the head of your clit and make you moan.
You make my beast want to bite your nipples, not hard, no not hard.
So mixed up and I... I find myself lost in the all of you.
I who would make you tremble as earthquake... Explode as unto volcano.
Creation unleashed in our big bang boogie.
You make me wanna lick the drops of water from the surface of your skin and the melanin from the layers of your epidermis... The chocolate helix of your DNA and ummmm.
I wanna cum... I wanna cum into your soul and ummmm... I want to feel you in mine.
Today and forevermore and I... I would give anything for these things.
A moment with you an eternity where I blissfully would recline.
I who knew of you in past lifetimes and future existences.
Such sweet remembrances and poignant reflections playing on the screen of my conscious and subconscious minds.
Dual personalities where I beast and I man would take you savagely and gently interplanetary and galactically.
I dripping thick and creamy see these things.
My phallus... Oh my phallus pushing hard and thick at the fabric of my existence.
You have the tendency to make me drizzle liquidly into the very darkest recesses of my mind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Sunday, December 18, 2016

{NEW DAY RISING FROM THE ASHES OF TRIPLE DARKNESS} SENRYU

{NEW DAY RISING FROM THE ASHES OF TRIPLE DARKNESS} SENRYU
THE SOUND OF BEING REBORN...
https://youtu.be/mDjIQ67tcQk


{Ra and Raet-Tawy}
Sun casting halo
We resplendent, shining bright
Our crowns growing dim

{Isis and Osirus}
The moon our witness
Consummations of love made
Horus the son born

{Hidden}
Clouds shedding warm tears
We having become shadows
Darkness our abode

{Knowledge}
Day into nightfall
We weakened versions of self
We were once scion

{Redefined}
Once gods now niggas
In ignominy we roam
Victims of tricknowledge

{Enemies and Friends}
The beast of ten horns
Master of mans destiny
He prays with closed eyes

{Awakening}
A sword glinting sharp
He who would be division
He would be healing

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY





Monday, December 12, 2016

{OF STRANGE HEAVEN AND UNKNOWN HELL}


{OF STRANGE HEAVEN AND UNKNOWN HELL}
THE SOUND OF THESE THINGS...
https://youtu.be/bG3OEm8I1IM

When heaven was created man fell from its chambers a supreme entity, some may wonder if it was a blessing or a curse.
What crimes must I have committed to be given this thing. So magnificent, so fragile.
When hell was created the black man arrived in the belly of the beast across great waters, cut from the beasts belly he became its servant... The beast consumed of his soul to gain great power.
People walking down the streets, some angel, some demon, most something in between.
People falling to bended knees and praying to be rescued on the other side... Oh God take me in your loving arms.
That same old song, while man living on a ship traveling a set path inhabits the heavens.
Smoke spewing from a stack producing goods that pollute the very ground that people stand upon.
Hypocrites and parasites.
When heaven was created man formed from the makings of a star landed with a great impact on the surface of Gaia, he spread her legs and took her savagely, man and his desire for control.
War and pestilence as he spread across her face.
A semen stain.
Such an apt interpretation for what man has become.
Living in a created hell where the one percent eat of rotting flesh, rotting flesh the mechanics of a great machine.
Rotting flesh spending money to support the beast who dines on their blood, sweat, tears and bones.
A total conundrum as man participating in false elections in a fantastically fantastic dream sleeps on.
Suspended in animations of life.
When heaven was created the cosmos cried cause she knew that man was cursed before his born.
When hell was created the evil sighed.
Ah to be released.
So many living somewhere in between.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

{THE DEEPEST DARK IMAGINABLE}


{THE DEEPEST DARK IMAGINABLE} A HAIKU SENRYU JOURNEY
THE SOUND EMOTIONAL...
https://youtu.be/DMyQpMOG3OA

{Tapestry}
Feet stir drifting leaves
A new day dawns from darkness
Man contemplates life

{Frozen}
Death on the chill wind
Bare branches reaching to sky
Frozen ground beneath

{Vividly}
The owls cries echo
Breath in puffs hangs suspended
Days growing shorter

{Suspended}
Darkly he awakes
His domain cave solitude
Its depths uncharted

{Scowling}
Silent the warrior
Bittersweet the suns light shines
What is happiness

{Alone}
His tears turned to ice
They freezing would fall unheard
No one overstanding

{Chained}
An alien he
Born explosively free
Imprisoned among men

{Screaming}
His voice softly speaks
The roar subsonic bass
Dragon fire warms earth

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY