(LET ME EXPLAIN) INSPIRED BY TOYA

Everytime I see you I just wanna throw you down and lick the melanin outta your crevasses.
I'm talking bout lick you till you moan and cream, scream and skeet.
Push your legs back and kiss your lips, lap your clit, play with your tittie's, twist you nips just a lil bit.
Everytime I see you I have such vivid visions that they send me into over spin.
You such a delectably yummy treat. Your skin the catalyst to my freaky, your voice the song playing in my mind the lounge that I linger in, in you I am found as the blood in my phallus pound, pound, pounds.
It straining in it's skin, striving to be encased in your punani the sheath. So much allegory to explain something of such simplicity.
We butt ass naked and seeking this release, you the victim and I the beast or is the other way around as I turn you over and take you from behind?
Pulling you back and forth on my engorged meat, spanking your ass cheeks, biting your back, your neck, pulling your hair.
You gone feel this in the morning.
Everytime.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

In the beginning all was blackness and man dwelled in the blackness of who he was.
The melanin in his skin testifying to who he was.
In the beginning man knew of his connection to all things, his responsibility.
Man and animal one.
Man and God one, man who had come from the heart of an exploded 🌟 and erupted on the scene supreme.
His DNA encoded spirally with the beginnings of all the other races, they would be born of his loins and populate the surface of planet Earth.
All formed of the darkness they would gradually grow lighter, cast out as lepers they would form colony's and move North.
Eventually settling in the mountains they lived as animals and forgot the ways of man.
All the while man building great cities and pyramids would forget about them.
Time would move on and the outcaste would become the Caucasian.
Man in his infancy thought that he could tame these beings. He would welcome him into his schools and universities, the Greeks and the Romans them
Teach them the knowledge and the oaths, teach them the deadly strokes.
Hieroglyphics and alphabetics, mathematics and philosophy.
The most delicate game psychology.

(I MAN IN RETROSPECT)

Here I man sit lost in these thoughts roaming free in mine thoughts.
So many experiences and I man take a breath of the cosmos for I man dwell in everything, everything in I man.
I man have felt so happy, so sad.
All of these things on I man's mind.
The woman I man dreamed of and the women that I man found.
Of love so tangible it had a taste... Bittersweet if I man recollect as it ended, twisted and jumbled on the dressing floor.
I man pirouette.
She lingers in I mans epidermis, fills the crevasses of I mans psyche, her smell permeating the caverns of I mans subconscious.
I man, so lonely in this plethora, no one to share these things, I mans tears falling into the pool of blackness from whence I man came.
Echoes of I man resounding off the walls.
I man falling, falling.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE UTTER INSANITY)

And what of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger on the inside looking out... The outside looking in?
This world spinning out of control as dictated by evil regimes and lofty democracies.
What of the babies who thus enslaved will live others dreams... What of our progeny?
So much pain that could have been avoided... So many tears of aggravation... So many lives lost to feed the beast.
Wars, famine and embargoes...
Politicians dining at the table of plenty...  Babies dying because of greed, of poverty... Politicians blaming it on the masses... Rampant crime and utter insanity... These things the traveler sees... Man praying to a God that exists in him... Pimped on the street corner religion... Splayed like dirty whores.
Calling themselves free as they serve the worst slavery ignominy... Right in front of their friends and family as they dance to the rhythmic beat.
What of the traveler... The Lonesome Stranger who bears witness to these things.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF LOSING AND FINDING LOVE FRAGMENTED AND FRACTURED)

So many lost in States of distrust... Past relationships clouding judgement... Such disharmony as love takes a savage beating...

She is calming
Falling across man's soul
Such soothing music

Bruised spirits dwelling in states suspended... Stuck in moments in time... Screams echoing into the depths of the abyss.

He is calming
He has become solid rock
His foundations strong

So much pain... Such apathy... Questions of who, what and why me... Such vivid dreams shattering deep sleep.

Tales of birds and bees
Twain they are the harmony
The promise foretold

So many so hurt that they can't be healed... Such a shame as we exist in all this beauty... Love but a fraction of a thought away... Past is past, today is today.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGE FI SAVAGE SEE) A WORD SUBMISSION PIECE.

Here we are my people in the future... Our ancestors ghosts crying continuously from the pictures of our past... Hanging from trees and being attacked by dogs... Savage images of the supposedly civilised as they picked a brother... Killed him heinously.
Shit ain't changed in Liberia... Shit ain't changed in Sierra Leone... Shit ain't changed in Washington DC... Shit ain't changed on these streets... Black life it seems still ain't shit in this our brutal reality.
And what of Black Love as it dangles so succinctly... Oh the fucking irony as yet another black baby loses its life to black crime and insensitivity... Preachers standing in the places where warriors should be... Such an orchestrated insanity banging rather synaptically... If only these beings spoke this language universally... Black power born of an ever pressing need... The red, the gold, the black and the green... This thing... This unity, it shining in the distance, it shimmering in it's luminescence... So many afraid of it's presence... Scared at the end of all this slavery... Praying to white God to save them from a white shaitan... Such a fucking conundrum... Success but a changed mentality away... A reeducated child away... A new religiosity away...
Here we are my people in the future... What you gone do?

John Swatz: Liberia, Black Love and Ghost
Ellen Butterfly Allen. Language
Eddie Felton: Success
Hyrim Ether: Shine
Thomas Nickolas: Irony

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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(Simplicity)
Man born of Earth's soil
Oceans running through his veins
He was born a God

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY