(BODY ENCASED IN CARBON AND H20)

(BODY ENCASED IN CARBON AND H20)
THE SOUND... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... DEEP MEDI MUSIC...

https://youtu.be/O_sioVb5K_g

Its time for niggas to rise...
Time for original man to come pouring forth.
Its time cause this is the end.
An end that can be reversed with simple thought.
A reach into the all of it and accessing the true enemy.
Who has done you the most harm.
Ain't talking just now.
I'm talking the all.
Who fucked your mind up?
Wasn't We cause We was the tragedy.
The other side of the story.
We the sad footnote.
A man and woman counted with the animals.
Look what its done to us.
See truth must be told cause they ain't doing it in school or on the street corners.
Handing out pamphlets with blasphemous images of Is a (Jesus) a black man.
Who has denied his culpability in so many ways...
Passing the blame and sending you to wars.
Its how he covers his sin.
Cover it in democracy and bomb indiscriminately.
Killing people of color all over the world.
You fighting for freedom with conditions.
The church controlled by him as well.
He sitting in ivory towers and telling you what to say, how to say it.
You kept in bay with false comforts for which you pay.
The land don't know bout no taxes.
All grass need is sunlight and water.
Water flows in streams and falls from a free sky.
Such simple logic yet to complex for mere man to grasp.
Once we knew these things.
Once we looked out.
Ships on the horizon.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THIS WOMAN) WHY ME?
THE SOUND... LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/gxollbS6_pM

This woman...
Whew.
She got some crazy in her.
Trying to hide it but I see that shit.
She got me fucked up, all thick and soft.
Got me scared to give her the dick.
What if?
I digress.
She keeps me hard, inside and outside.
So free... Look at the way that ass bounces.
Big ol thighs and deep black skin... She would go to war, heart of Nzinga, prowess of Judith.
Got me fucked up, I'm telling you.
The beast cries to be freed, the beast wants to be fed.
I tell him he might not want none a this one.
She is ghetto hard, a diamond waiting to be cut.
Prisms beneath an unpolished surface.
I remind the beast of where we come from.
The last time this happened and the crazy ride.
He says, "It was fun though wasn't it?"
I roll my eyes.
Fucking beast.
She fits into my arms, beast cooing in her ear.
I trying to lend some control.
Trying to restrain big dick.
Big dick doing what the fuck he want.
Got me scared cause she already said she would fuck me up.
I ain't got time for this shit I'm 51 years old.
Beast ain't hearing me.
I'm trying to tell him.
She gonna fuck all three of us up.
Me, him and big dick.
Phone ringing...
Awww shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(STREET CORNER SENRYU)
THE SOUND...

(DUSK)
Man in setting sun
Purple and pink prismatic
The air smelling sweet

(DAWN)
Man in rising sun
Day unfolding in potential
Warm rays on black skin

(THE WARRIOR)
The day absorbs of him
He in stasis observes deep
He was born of them

(PRESENTLY)
Bee suspended in flight
Elephants are dying everyday
Man prepares for war

(INCREDULOUS)
Such beauty abounds
Oblivious to man plans
He would destroy all

(AGAPE)
Cattle at slaughter
Sheep crowding into corner
The masses misled

(STANDING)
He exists transparent
Wind emerging from cave
The most gentle push

(SOAPBOX)
The roar subsonic
His voice melanin defined
Man in a mans skin.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{MASS COHERENCE}

{MASS COHERENCE}
THE SOUND OF HARD DROP USHERED IN
https://youtu.be/g04xGlXO8Ho

Man stands and his voice fluid flows... Man in his testimony, and the trees lean into his breeze, the birds sing in agreement.
In his tones are the resonance which would awaken the masses, bring them from the mental drudgery which keeps them bound.
Lion subsonic and his voice reverberating bounces off concrete and brick walls, echoes into the alleyways and the sewers.
This man who in ancient times perhaps considered a bard, perhaps considered a prophet and he fears no sound, not the bullet or the ballot.
Their ways being not his for in his mitochondrial he carries the makings of a god, the makings of a goddess for surely they could come from his seed.
A little more recognition and so many fear his bass, it tearing whole cities and towns to the ground, they falling to the truth elicited in melodic tomes.
The earth shaking cataclysm spoken of in holy scrolls and helios biblos and prechen on Sunday morning, Saturday evenings and on Jumu'ah.
Connected spiritually and ready to act it out any which way it comes.
Tooth, nail, knife or gun would he fight for his nation, this man we speak of, his voice vibrating the marrow in dry bones.
It becoming red and feeding the sinew and muscle of future generations cause all we got now is a grave situation, dead are the bodies littering the ground, walking around.
Zombies addicted to Basketball wives and mass media lies.
Man standing in the crowd and yelling the truth in such stringent tones.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{THE MESSENGER GONE DIE} THE MORAL OF IT ALL.
THE SOUND AS THIS TRUTH PRESSES DOWN...
https://youtu.be/Ze0SwU5d4tM

Each and every day I am reminded of one fact...
The messenger always dies... truth can get a bitch killed and all that shit.
Yep, each and every day I know that one of you hating ass son of a bitches can get me killed.
That shit don't get me down though cause I ain't scared to kill... hypothetically or metaphorically.
That don't make me a bad motherfucker or a G... It just make me a danger... Seen?
One of these words could ignite the masses and make them rise in armed rebellion... One of these words could sooth a psychological wound... one of the words could make a woman get butt naked.
So much potential lyrically presented in ear pleasing ways... Sword forged in the projects 1700... Seen
Blade glinting in the sun... Ink that would black out the nation... Make dead men rise... Literally... Seen?
Man walking alone among so many... Man poised in the wind... Clothes flapping frantically... Man standing stoic seen...
Allah in the micro particles of his being... Angels cry tears of fire that obliterate whole cities... Fire and brimstone making horrific landfall.
Why oh why and a mother crying falls to her knees... Why my son... Seen?
Father rising to face another slavery day... Put in work that goes vastly unseen... He who would be deadbeat in a Babylonian court.
His children know not his story... They trained in educational labs... Rats in a rat race... Institutionalized... Stigmatized...
Lava expelled blisteringly... Dragon sweeping from poetic skies... Seen?
Wisdom the flames that would be his flame filled cries... A poetic genius born before his time... Dying before his time... Words left for uncertain futures where his people they may not exist... Seen?
Why he sighs, am I the messenger?
Give this shit to somebody else... Let me be one of the 85... Not a messenger... Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{EXHALATIONS OF ALL MY LOVE FOR THEE THEORETICALLY}

{EXHALATIONS OF ALL MY LOVE FOR THEE THEORETICALLY}

THE SOUND... THE PIECE AND THE SOUND ARE ONE...

https://youtu.be/Zm3y65XLvso

If I found you...
...
My sky... Oh my... My sky would glow blue... My sun shining through all the layers of my atmospheres... You the body would rotate my planet and pull my tides into sync... High and low and my waters would touch all mine and your lands...
We so cosmic that we...
...
We would encompass everything... Big bang till the end... Our boogie so strong​ that our star systems would bump to our groove... Bounce to our beat... Head bobbing to our rhythm... My heart pumping you and your heart pumping mine... Wordplay trying to describe we and I just can't reach that far... Not across the all that we know... No I...
...

No I can't... Not in what man calls infinity... He still in his infancy... No words could I rap in any language... Yet I try... I a star... I a sun... You my life sustaining world... Animals, plants and fish in alien seas... Nappy spirals of your and mine galaxies... Scientific, psychological and philosophical... Alpha and Omega... We denying these things... The night...
...
The night and we downloading synaptic... Physical and mental... Pineal strands connecting we... I see...
...
I see so deep that it pierces the essential me..,  A tear crosses my cheek... Salty and warm... Falling to the oceans... A drop... A flood... I needing you so bad that I would promise my life... Take this corporeal shell... Blow it to the galactic winds...  Goosebumps on my melanin blessed skin...
If only...
...
If only I found you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{GOSSAMER STRINGS IN MORNING DEW}

{GOSSAMER STRINGS IN MORNING DEW} Featuring Saadiyah Safi El Din

THE MUSIC THAT BINDS IT TOGETHER...

https://youtu.be/FbfESZxbaoA

In you I see such complexity.
The makings of beautiful beginnings and salve for healing.
Such a fragile delicacy amid sharpened blades of steel.
Thine eyes... Thine art... A lovely combination.

I found you amidst words not just any,
a griot who would help rebuild this nation his people through strong intellectually stimulating poetry.
Over the years you have become dear to me.
Called my mind to another dimension, a different realm, a world created and written in mystery
Photos of things beyond my eyes, only my mind could combine the infinitesimal gravity of what it all means to me
You ink me free ..letting me know that black ain't what I'm solely.
Strength courage and unity survives within me since I am a universal being.
My eyes love seeing the  recollections of your artistic offerings.

Yet you are the breaths a man takes on an uphill journey... Your voice, the song playing in his head.
He eating of you, lying you back and drinking of you.
Dining on the African of you as you a queen guides him on his voyage.
Your folds, your creases, the roadmap home to a weary star traveler.
I would hold brush in hand and stroke thee to painted life immortal.
My eyes wonder at this piece of divinity placed before them.
Such a  beautiful ode to femininity.

You are the deep exhalations of serenity. The Queen in me needs a Kingly touch. The sentiments of thousands of warrior hands, softened by my femininity. When you come into me it's as if Jupiter has invaded earth's atmosphere. Nothing is not touched, scorched by the consumption of your viral masculinity. Chemically you blend with me to create future we's behind sounds of great ectasy . I could be high atop Mount Ararat and yes your enduring love would find me. You would be like a hip belt bound to me.

In you I see endless possibility cause its you... yes you that inspires me.

My waking and my sleeping, my flights of fantasy.

So much pain and yet you endure.

I find myself suspended in you as from these fingers flow these words.

I would write of thee.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND Saadiyah Safi El Din