{THE WHEREWITHALL}

{THE WHEREWITHALL}
THE SOUND DROP...
https://youtu.be/FOY9fLm3eYI



Looking at the nether and I the ether as it all becomes one.
I the tree, I the leaf, I the air between.
I the mitochondrial of the situation.
Here there is no color, yet everywhere color exists.
It incorporated in the very particles of all being,.
Here I am, life in all its existentialism.
I am beginning and I shall never end, I the microscopic dust caught in the savage wind of a breath.
I solid as man sitting pon bench, I as fluid as water.
These things and man reflecting as the sun passes by in the sky.
Time but a marked space where even it does not exist.
These things shall pass.
A sigh, and it all together continues to  meld and mold itself.
The mass controlled by the few, sheep in wolves den.
Dirt owned and rented out to the poverty stricken.
Victims to the almighty system.
Who am I but man?
Would my vision change the picture?
I seeing interdimensional in nature.
The whisper of ancestors echoing in mine ear.
Blood crying from the killing floor where warriors thrust arms to the heavens.
Fell to bended knee and prayed to Allah and other Gods of other names.
Some ancient and some modern as it all coalesced and combined.
A drop of moisture evaporating on its way to the ground of mans mind.
A shining ray of illumination prismatic in full panorama.

Light swallowed up in the darkness of the cave I man inhabit.

Excursions and sojourns in masses of humanity, so many so blind and yet they would see.

False versions of all this reality, man so rooted in all this religiosity.

I am the minutest particle imagined, I am the greatest being who ever lived.

I am...

I be...

All these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE BOOK OF BURNING SAND)
THE SOUND AS SAND IS CROSSED...
https://youtu.be/ii5k_zO4aHc

And I boy awoke surrounded by the burning sands of time and truth.
A tree here and there.
Some shimmering mirages, some as real as the oxygen in the air.
The bird, the snake.
Life the illusion, death the truth.
We so young started our journey.
The sand so hot and some fell off.
Bodies imprisoned, bodies laid out.
Tags on toes.
Enemies in our midst, some so familiar, skin like ours.
Some in gangs of blue, Marauders in armoured vehicles, patrolling Babylonian​ streets, predators, and we the prey.
Mark of the beast.
Prisoner 42624.
Sand so hot burning feet.
Oasis so cool, water so sweet, yet man must leave for the burning sand is where happiness is found.
Family, fortune and immortality.
Life illusive shifting in and out of sight.
A sip of aqua in the hellacious sun.
Bones bleached poking from the sand.
Knowledge if only grasped if one is attentive.
So many die without a clue.
Successful in humans eyes, a blip, a blink in a cosmic fraction of a second.
Man standing on burning sand screaming...
The Oasis is sinking!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SHUSH OH BUTTERFLY)
THE SOUND FANTASTIC... THIS IS HOW I SEE IT...
https://youtu.be/zWUWCddcQTY

Your butterfly... Mmmm...
Got me dizzy.
A moment as I sway.
Softly fluttering as gentle as wings.
Slightly parted...
I would take a whiff, a tentative lick.
Kiss the button.
Flick my tongue across it.
Broaden the surface and slurp of it.
Juice in my salt and pepper beard, and I.
I would be satisfied in the arch of your back.
The quick intake of your​ breath.
The taste, mmmm.
I glimpsing your wet butterfly might get a corner of the eye tear.
My head placed at your lips and I sliding slowly this in.
Encased in your butterfly, my shaft massaged in its silken touch.
I past ecstatic as we in flight fuck.
I riding your butterfly.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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