(INHALEHERLATION)
THE SOUND OF BREATHING OF SHE...
https://youtu.be/dgmUWRSuv44

You are the breeze that I breathe... The layers of my atmospheres... I would make thee rain.
Man inhabiting human form and I would bring the beast to bare.
Unleash in the sexual savagery of every bit of my literal being.
Taste a bit, lick a bit, drink of it, take a sip.
I lost in the pheromones , high as a fuck, high on fuck.
Mmmmm....
Such lovely thoughts flowing in the channels of my left and right brain.
Petals of thine flower glistening and glinting.
I plunging in.
Taking a swim in thine liquidity.
Rooaarrrr!
Call my motherfucking name!!!
What's my motherfucking name!!!
Scratching scalp and back, lying in layers of skin.
Stretch marks and belly and diaphragm.
Expelled gusts of wind, screams bouncing off walls and into neighbors ears.
You belongth to I and I would make you feel born again.
Play sweet melodies in the halls of your femininity.
Be the fucking symphony, splack and splack again.
Such glorious thoughts and I revealing them.
The beast bare assed in the forest, seen?
All cross these styles in my revelation to thee.
I breathe of thy breeze.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(WHAT YOU WAAN DO)
THE SOUND OF MASSIVE DAMAGE...

In this life I done seen some fucked up shit... Flipped out, tricked out, pure fuckery abounds type a shit.
Black people getting bad breaks all around in this shit.
I wouldn't be nothing else though cause black get good in this shit sometimes.
Then again you got the fuck shit.
The pure ignit shit.
That nigga moment shit.
Gotta be a true warrior to balance this shit...
Unravel this shit and bust holes in this shit.
Fuck this shit and a bitch go to sleep and wake up to this shit.
Gotta be a beast in this shit.
Thermonuclear and synaptic in this shit.
Spark a riot in this shit.
Be that shit and rock a separate mentality in this shit.
Arm, leg, leg arm head.
Moment of prayer, dojo in meditation in this shit
Stand 360 in this shit.
Squared and African in the reality of all this shit.
Study this shit and break the cycle of this shit.
We hating each other Willie motherfucking Lynch in this shit.
Flawed philosophy and motherfucking clowning in this shit.
Should be gods in this shit.
Our babies trained to be slaves in this shit.
Niggas, hoe's and bitches in this shit.
Defend a crakka in this bitch ass shit.
I will fuck free speech up in this racist ass, manifest ass shit.
Levels and degrees​ as I free flow in this shit.
Sonday in Babylonian, pagan idolotry ass worshipping shit.
So tired of this self imposed prison ass shit.
All my life I been living this shit.
Fuck this motherfucking shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.

(PHASES OF THE SON)

THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...

https://youtu.be/0A3DdIeciik

Liquid molecular suspended in morning air as the day begins...
Pinpoints of light in the haze as metallic chariots emerge and pass by.

Man and water occupying the same area, mist swirling as man walks.

If only man nuclear recognized his true potential.

His true purpose... The air sighs in the leaves.

(Birth)

Newly emerged he

Once sentiant now modernized

Prophecy fullfilled

Sun beating down pon his head as drops of sweat cool his skin.

Salty h20 draining from his very pores from his very pores.

Would that he could recognize his oneness.

Stainless steel and glass glinting in prismatic tones.

The wind groans.

(MIDDLE AGE)

A boy he once was 

Now man he reflects inward

Deepest of darkest.

Pineal light explosions, neurons and grey matter reforms.

He is the wind, the ant, the bee.

He is a new beginning, a savage end.

The rain melting down his melanin saturated skin.

Confusion to the unrealized, peace a sword in his art.

He crying out in the pain of seeing innocents die.

(THE END)

Wisdom the worst friend

Grey hairs in his beard testify

Death calls his true name

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(CAN I?) EROTIQUE
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/IdgfFbvipsI

I just wanna touch a woman... Feel her sigh.
So alone and she walks by, all hips and thighs, so mixed up in these emotions and I, I would dine on her pheromones.
Lick at the crossroads of her nappy jungle.
Send her into spasms of orgasm see., I would lap of her divinity, a taste of her dripping into my beard.
I would kiss her lips and let her taste of we.
I hanging so prodigiously, so much weight and I would gently, gently place it ppn her petals.
Rub it back and forth in her lubricity, slide it in and watch her eyes grow wide.
Ride on her moans as the earth rotating spins.
I would whisper her name as I scratch her scalp and pull her as close as I can.
Try to reach unexplored territory, go where no man has ever been.
Stick a finger in her mouth and feel her suck, Oh my!
Both our hearts fluttering as we fuck vangloriously.
Holding back cause I, I don't wanna cum... Each of your orgasms fuel for the beastly fire.
And I feel it, oh I feel it pressing at my sanity... Threatening to erupt and spill into your inner chambers, on your melanic skin.
Damn...
I need to touch a woman who overstands me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE HURTFUL SECRET LOVE)
THE SOUND AS A MAN WAXES...
https://youtu.be/DJraOI2ZY8w

And I have admired you from afar...
Your curves...
I have lusted over you in my unrequited love.
Other men touching and leaving and I, I would defend thee...
Hold you in my arms post partum when nothing makes sense.
I but a friend have heard you as you cried... Lamenting over lost loves that never should have been.
My dreams so full of visions of you... So wet that upon waking I am drained.
I would wax poetic for thee... Thine aura so refined.
These days turning into nights where I alone sleep.
A traveler lost in these times.
My remorse would fill oceans if it were tears.
You walking by and floating on your scent.
Flights of fancy amid flattened dreams.
I loving you so.
Never have told you.
Never will.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FOREHEAD TO THE GROUND)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/G9vFlC_b6aU

Upon waking I curse the fact that I am cognizant... That I must stand and communicate with so many who are sleep walking.
Drowning in a sea of information.
So much knowledge and they would rather be sheep.
Members of the flock.
Petty humans...
I call on the supreme power of Allah placed in me.
I stand to face the day intelligently.
Iconically.
I born of the red clay of Georgia and African tragedy.
Whipped asses, raped women and cut out babies.
Slavery, pigfeet and segregation.
A whole lot of fuckery... Still we stand, see?
Dry bones crying out in our story, or is that Ezekiel biblical, seen?
Washtubs in the backyard. Klansman's robes on the line.
Donald Trump just a tiny fragment of a much larger problem.
Why can't the white man see his involvement in this systematic victimization.
Or is it that deeply rooted that he just don't give a fuck?
Scuse me that's just my God kicking in.
Question all sides, weigh all facts.
Upon lying down I curse the fact that being cognizant I will not sleep again.
Not the blissful sleep of ignorance that so many find.
Upon waking I cursed walk this earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MARY WOULDA TOLD JESUS}

{MARY WOULDA TOLD JESUS}
THE SOUND OF MARY SPEAKING...
https://youtu.be/mPkqHQVhyBM

They rewrote stories... Made you white but my blood knew.
I sensing your power across the ages of man... Back to when we dwelled Godly.
You and I in a garden in Africa.
My soul crying your name, yours proclaiming mine, as we fresh and young petted a lion.
They changed you Nefertiti to white, Changed you Cleopatra to white.
Made you Medicine woman evil manifest pon the surface of the earth.
Made me Imhotep into a raging devil.
Our very characters made in caricature.
Our people celebrating the orchestrated ignorance.
The horrible reality of non knowing as our spirit fading seems to be dying.
You and I gasping for breath under the awful pressure.
So much power and we would be they before being ourselves.
Contrary to sanity.
The few warriors and empresses screaming into the darkness...
Echoes , echoes, bouncing off the empty walls.
Cascading as broken shards to the hardened cores.
Preachers dancing cross the raised floor, peace in the face of violence.
Our seed exterminated on a whim.
We supporting it.
His-story promoting the glory.
Our-story born of lies and pain.
Told watered down, biblical and unsound.
Bout time...
Its bout time...
We flipped the script.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY