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Sunday, July 9, 2017

(SLAVERY) SENRYU
THE MUSIC... THE PIECE AND THE MUSIC ARE SYNONYMOUS.
https://youtu.be/yqUYj7f6ssg

(H20)
Rain washing over them
Such cleansing liquidity
Falling from dark sky

(FIRE)
Flashes of bright light
Realization sought, found
Forests burn to ground

(STEAM)
Salty water from pores
Glistening in the sun's rays
Man toils needlessly

(MOTION)
He exists in want
Following the massive crowd
Peace eludes him daily

(EXPENSED)
The earth welcomes him
Born of dust he returns home
Such the way of things

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, July 7, 2017

(GLORIOUSLY)
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/_zgD3RTIlhU

One day we gone come reborn... One day.
One day we gone wake up from our long sleep and let go of that dream...
One day we gone erupt anew...
We gone embrace the truth and hug our brother, love our mother and cherish our skin color... We gone come from the street corners and the projects... The homeless shelters and the jails. We gone come... One day.
One day we gone look deep inside and find that key... We gone stand perpendicular and walk erect... We gone be a viable entity... One day we gone grasp our godhood our goddesshood... Bring that magic bursting forth, surging out and freeing... One day we gone embrace African heritage and scorn tricknowledge... We gone tear the fabric of existence.
One day... We gone.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

(CUM... LET US PLAY)
YOU AINT GETTING THE WHOLE EFFECT IF YOU DONT LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/UGBRgfHJ5wI

I love to see you play with that thang... It's so phat, such pretty lips and such a magnificent clit.
Got me all off on a mental trip where I would splatter drops of my cream onto your beautiful melanin blessed skin.
You and your toy turn me on as you stroke it in... Wet punani had such a distinct sound.
Pap... Pap... Pap.
I love the way you pay attention to it... So absorbed.
Where do you go?
That shit is so sexy... Spread them lips for me... Call my name.
Oh... I might cry out from contained joy.
Make me rub myself... Take me with you to where you go.
Fuck! I'm in my feelings... My nut so imminent.
Phat punani so fucking wet... Beast pressing at my chest... The veil of my existence.
Where do I begin? Where do you?
Got me lost in a primordial stew... Me mixed up in you... Us not touching on a physical plane...Tour drops saturating the insides of your thighs.
I bending to kiss them... inhale of your pheromones.
Key to all we are.
Creamy drops raining on your skin.
My tongue in your mouth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, July 3, 2017

(SEE SHE I SEE)
THE SOUND AS BEQUEATHED UNTO SHE...
https://youtu.be/OzYRDjw7_6M

When I touch she in mine mind it doth flip... She skin the electricity that would energize I and I, that would power the cities of mine fertile mind.
Populate the world's that I inhabit.
The sound of she voice the singing of ten million angels... The gentlest flutter of their gossamer wings.
I standing in awe listening, lost in the throes of rapture... I feeling she in the tiniest bone in I and I body... The ending of mine every nerve tingling.
A figment of mine tortured mind she hath kept me alive in mine darkest moments... When most men would have given up the thread I have found comfort in she memories.
A whiff of she air in mine lungs... A miniscule amount of she injected into mine bloodstream.
I and I would cease to exist if not for she influence... These words would lie unused and trapped in slavery.
Chained and broken in the bondage.
I a black boy meeting a small she... Her big brown eyes so full of wonder... The throbbing of my young 💓 about to burst my chest.
Mine waking belongeth to the essential she... Mine dreams where she doth cavort nude and clothed... Lying beneath and suspended above.
She sheath welcoming mine sword... She viscosity lubricating my thrusts.
I born of she in turbulent times, the first face I saw was she.
I wandering looking upon the vast wealth of she... A treasure to vast to fathom.
My life is she as well as my imminent death.
I reaching out to she across the masses of hue-manity... Gently... Oh so gently.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Monday, June 26, 2017

(THE LESSON) SENRYU
THE SOUND...

(The Meaning)
Deep shade of oak tree.
Blazing sun in cloudy sky
Ants do mighty things

(Clearly)
Starlight filtering
Power shining from heaven
Man manifest god

(Defined)
Universe pressing down
Levels of existence seen
So many things ignored

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(PLAY WITH IT)
THE XXX RATED SOUND... DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS AT WORK OR AROUND FAMILY...
https://youtu.be/qngcy36Z6Z4

Mmmmm... I love to look.
Could you just rub it for me?
Let me see you play with it for the beast.
Got me all hard and shit.
Do you want to see?
You are such a fine and delectable delicacy.
Rub that punani for me as I rub my meat for you.
Sssss... Oh my goodness!
Spank it.
Make that clit stand up for me..
So fucking fine.
Spread those legs and show me those lips.
Sssss.... Tell me when you feel your cum.
Got me bout to hurt myself.
Nipples all hard, booty so phat.
Don't stop baby, don't stop.
I need to see, be my little freak.
That punani so phat.
I feel my cum, I feel it in my balls.
I love it when you moan like that.
When you cross your eyes and bite your lips.
Make me want to just.
Oh fuck! Look at you tremble.
You gone make me.
Oh fuck.
I love it when you rub me in your skin.
Shit.
Oh shit.
Damn that was good as fuck.
Come here baby kiss me.
I love to see you do that shit.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Friday, June 23, 2017

Let me

(PUMPUM​ BLUES)
THE SOUND OF THE NEED...
IF YOU AINT NEVER LISTENED TO THE BEAT YOU AINT NEVER REALLY READ THE POETRY....
https://youtu.be/T1pOT-MeXvs

Let me dip my stick into your chocolate... Let me use your melanin to sweeten the days of my existence.
The living of my life.
Woman I need you.
Oh so bad.
I see you and I wanna lay hands on you.
Speak to you, hold you, part your thighs and breathe the scent of thee.
Blow soft pon thee.
Ahhhhh...
The essence.
The writhing ecstasy and I the beast.
All in the vapors.
Let me try to reach into your physicality and touch your eventuality.
Carress the perimeters of your heart and linger in your orgasmic soul.
Woman I need you in the jungles of my dispair where I would look upon you and find strength.
Rise from your sweaty missionary form.
I Born a new man.
Flesh of thine flesh... Soul of thine soul.
So mixed up in the contextual you.
Let me savor each and every swish and sway of your hips.
Every bounce of your booty cheeks.
I a quite entranced beast.
Woman I'm telling you.
I need you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY