(THE DAWN OF A DEMENTED MINDS MORN)

These words that come from this pen, raining down as pineal sound bites.
Synchopated metaphors and hyperbole scribbled to these waiting pages, salve for the broken skin of a tortured psyche.
Mind Elevation born of an excursion into the jungle formed by these beings.
Concrete and asphalt built dreams crumbling down onto the dojo, Subconsciously.
Lyrical Wing Chun karate uleashed upon any friend or enemy who would attack.
This verbal Kung Fu so eloquent, a dancer interposed against a rugged landscape.
Love such a harsh teacher, the Motivation, tears trickling down cheeks the testimony to a learned lesson.
So often Ecstasy the prelude to jubilation, so often the prelude to pain, the meaning of yin and yang.
Hue-manity wandering in the desert Unknowing which borders the city Out Of Control.
Time but an illusion as the days wane awayyyy, awayyy.
A moment standing in the light realization, Jubilant in the illumination.
Signs, cornerstones and guideposts litter the horizon pointing to THE FINIS.

John swatz: Karate
Thomas nicolaus: motivation
Emaj: time
Monica: motivation
Janice: jubilant
Tayda:: love
Cynthia: ecstasy

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Video edited by @yodaddynasty JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY.
FEATURING: Michael Jai White
Music by: Airlock.

(WHISPERS IN A MANS RESONANCE) WORD SUGGESTION WRITE.

Here a man sits oh so intrigued, all these things that span the vast universe of his mind.
These lives that so many live unfulfilled, shattered remnants of what they could have been, burned by the proximity of the sun.
Daedalus and Icarus,  spiraling down, pirouetting into rough seas.
So vivid these things as life rushes on, timeless in it's immensity, fading, fading.
Man taking in all these things, a breath, a sigh.
He missing simpler things, the days of a remembered youth, the fresh smell of a woman.
Breezes stir memories leaves, pineal or so it would seem.
Man numero uno as he reigns supreme in infinitesimal realms.
Levels, degrees, and squares, the masses sold on impossible dreams.
Oh the ethics of remaining silent in the face of so much insanity
The day it passes by, past, present and future, new beginnings.
Here a man sits intrigued.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

LATOYA SPENCER: INTRIGUED
DONETTA RHODES: TANGIBLE
GAIL WESTON SHAZOR: BURNED
KAREN COBB THURMAN: TIMELESS
REE PEE: UNO
Tionee Senat: ETHICS

(THE SWEETEST BURDEN) THANKS FOR THE WORD PROMPT LATOYA.

I will carry you in my ❤️ forever.
A piece of me as surely as these eyes I saw you with.
These hands I touched you with.
These tears in the waking hours, another dream.
I sigh.
So many memories and I would wish them away.
The pain.
So intriguing and I along for the journey.
So many lessons, some good, some bad.
I lost in a well of emotions and good intent.
I would stand in your defense against an army of haters.
So much inner turmoil as these days fall away.
The shadows growing longer as I alone wander this plane.
A griot, a bard, a misunderstood stranger.
Your smile imprinted on my soul.
I alone in this cave, contemplating these last moments.
A moment in the annals of man, a second cosmically.
I will carry you,
My 💓.
Forever.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THICKLICIOUS)

Damn I like you thick... All juicy and shit.
Them big ol thighs and a lil bit a belly, some mmm mmm mm shit.
Pretty punani... Oh my.
Damn I like you thick, legs pushed back and splayed to the side... Mmm mmm mmm finger lickin good goobly motherfucking goo.
All that and oh my I just dribble from my one eye.
Tears on my skin.
I cry for you.
Sticky drops glistening on my hardened skin.
Such a preponderance, I standing straight in anticipation... I plunging, plundering, going within.
Straight up fucked up in your thickness... Mind on a million... Stars, moons and spatial things.
I feel you in the spores distributed through the air... Pheromones and inhalation as I breathe you in.
Run my nose cross your epidermis... Run my tongue through your mom's veneris.
I beast...
You so thick...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

A one two

(HIEROGLYPHICALITY)

Such a flower art thou... Born melanin filled skin in an ancient time.
Thou leadest mens mind to stray... Such a vivid, awe inspiring display.
Jaw dropping, mind altering, mans psyche blown away.
Your formation so formidable that it is indeed a great wonder.
Man standing at the edge of your precipice struck silent.
A moment as man lingers in your scent, so delicate pon his psyche.
Mmmmm... Life flows unabated in the background.
Your construction leaving man in wonder.
Echoes... Echoes cross time reminding him of promises made in hieroglyphic times.
Lotus blossoms floating in ponds of koi... Colors so vibrant... So vivid.
Petals stirring in our wake
My flower... Ahhhh... My flower

(THE BARE NECESSITIES)

And what are we these beings of bone and flesh?
We covered in this melanic skin.
Our being defined as a soul, where does it emanate from?
Perhaps a spark in the synapses, light flashing microscopic in the darkness.
In the beginning and so on, 75 percent water that he looked upon.
Recognition and Hue-man was born.
A supercomputer was Hue-man as Hue-man strove to become.
Become what?
A simple minded parody, pimped by holy scrolls and systems preaching benevolence.
Babies dying of hunger in these streets, Hue- men freezing to death cause of greed.
These things we see viscerally.
If only, if only.
The pineal gland just an appendage along for the ride.
Wasted potential as mass confusion becomes the torn and tattered flag flapping in the savage wind.
Coulda been Gods walking in the clouds on the way to other galaxies.
A moment of silence.
This flesh... These bones.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY