{HYPERPOETICALLY}

{HYPERPOETICALLY}
THE SOUND...
https://youtu.be/QSIz6F0FooU

Sun peeking through trees as cicadas sing such deafening melodies that play as pon ears as symphonies... Sky as blue as skies can get, clouds superimposed as thoughts run through juxtaposed.
Birds shimmering, bathed in luminescent splendor as mans mind surrenders, a translucent image on a window.
Such beauty in the most insignificant, such is the way of the magnificent.
We passing these moments by on the way to bigger and better things, fleeting dreams flying by on gossamer wings.
The ant passing by would remind us that work is essential, that life is eventual, that in the grand scheme so many of us exist inconsequential.
Souls sold to a violent system of pimps and whores, always, always striving for more.
These things wasting away into to nothingness, fading away into cosmic dustiness.
Check me out encyclopedia, dictionary and apocrypha, these images falling from fingers hieroglyphical.
These words would stand the test of time, becoming future rhythm and rhyme, fruit hanging from fertile vine.
Hands outstretched to catch the thermonuclear rays, man stands amazed.
Stars the endless seas calling his name... The rapture, the pain.
Sun setting, falling from sight, crickets and grasshoppers into the night.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{JUST A DROP}
THE BASS DROP...
https://youtu.be/zvkOoyd4IrA



Where we exist... Mans mind drifts.
Who am I... Who am we... Where does it all begin and where will it end.
Mans mind drifts... He exists in the beats of a bees wings... The flight of birds cruising above the seas.
The laughter of children across the waves as they break pon beach... The concern of mothers echoing, echoing, the floating lovers suspended in the salinity.
Man lies back and exists weightlessly... A drop in the all of who he is... Who are we... So much preponderance pressure as clouds drift in sky horizontally.
Flat earth such a primitive mentality in its origin... Slavery such a fragile concept as we exist in the throes of trickery.
What would I tell a child to set him free?
Tickle his carbon, hydrate the marrow in his bones... Wake him from the valley floor.
Day above and night below... A dive to the ocean floor from whence all life sprang.
All this life and all this death... So needlessly lost as the earth hurtles through space locked in orbit around a thermonuclear star.
Truth and lies having become mingled and merged into one... So many locked into systems of control and deceit... God does not spend money... There should be no homeless or hungry.
Church and state the true beast... Mouth open as lives are fed into the ravenous maw of thought control... Stripped mentalities shitted out.
Where we exist... Who am I... Who am we.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(RECLAMATION) INSPIRED BY SHERINA.
THE SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES THESE WORDS...
https://youtu.be/sPjdo4KG3nE

I breathe the air and it reminds me of she... Somewhere out there, breathing the same air.
Inhalation, exhalation... Inhalation, exhalation
All these miles and she reverberates greatly in me, floods my psyche with fluidity.
Such sweet thoughts that they growing on tree would be fruit of knowledge... Ingested they would feed fires of creativity.
I digressing would paint she from the very molecular structure of air.
Mad monk painting in cave I would leave she posed for future generations sake... Warrior on the plains I would wield she in my death stroke...
Whisper she name as I return to the flow.
I so absorbed into the blackened layers of she melanin based skin.
She my aphrodisiac... I hard in the approaching storm.
Pink tint in dusky sky as I man digress pon she.
Lost in the succulent wonder as it swallows me... Leaves me sated in she reality.
Air... Oxygen, carbon dioxide and these beings... We.

rec·la·ma·tion

ˌrekləˈmāSH(ə)n/

noun

the process of claiming something back or of reasserting a right.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(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

(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

(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

(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