(ORDER IN THE MIDST OF  CHAOS) SENRYU
THE SOUND IN THE DOJO... LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/O_sioVb5K_g

(ORIGINATOR)
Hue-man key in hand
He would choose to look away
His people die slow

(PROPHETIC)
That is not the way
A fragment of his brain drain
It would free nations

(SPEAKING​)
Turn the other cheek
Die as others have, unheard​
Softest of wings sigh

(SAVAGELY)
The Lion waking
Roars vibrate the ground he stands
Hungry he will feed

(INTELLECTUAL)
Perception changes
We but fragile flotsam float
So many silent

(HIEROGLYPHICS)
Son of sun shines
He blessed with skin melanin
Once he walked with God

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THEE COMPLEXITY)
THE MUSIC...

Here man sits contemplating woman... His mind wrapped so up in her complexity.
Her softest layers.
He grows hard.
Man would fuck her in his daydreams.
She such a part of his sanity... His insanity... His rationality.
Man and she all of these things.
The petals of flower... The deepness of the sea... Salty tears.
Life teeming in her waters... His seed swirling fluidly.
She ignites his synapses... He thinking of her internals... Her makings which he explores pineal.
Brightest flashes of light is she... This most profound of darkness... He loving her even in his confusion...
She linked to his ascent and his fall.
They travelers on a spinning ship.
Man and she gaining momentum... Fucking excitedly... Thundering roars and high pitched screams... Slap of skin... Ass against stomach.
They release...
Man lying in contemplation of woman.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OBSERVATIONALLY)
THE BEAT... MEDITATIVELY...
https://youtu.be/a3hdbEAsXcA

This world, we live so petty.
A whole planet orbiting a sun see.
So many living son see.
So many spinning religiosity... Rotationally.
We who once traveled stars collective, now so divided racially.
What are we to be at stories end see?
We humanity.
A pyramid in the desert alluding to our divinity... We lost in poverty and caste systems where the poor fight for the rich to be free.
Free to run rampant on the masses see.
Monday so funky.
Oh my children. Oh my babies!
The ground crying as the blood defiles the sands see.
So many slaughtered so needlessly.
So many enslaved so psychologically.
Sheep and cattle, seen?.. Lions and gazelle, seen?
Gotta recognize the beast manifestly.
Cast the veil away from his form see.
This street poetry... We  dwelling so petty.
Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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