( DRUMBEAT)

Of thou do I speak... such a poignantly tasty treat.

Would that I could taste of thee.

Could that I would drink of thy nectar. 

And here you are dancing all across my synapses.

So succinctly doth thy flutter in mine subconscious. 

Thy dance so mesmerizing.

I a poet suspended standing magnified in the darkness of thine light.

Heartbeats away from fascination to realization in the comfort of thine arms.

A whisper, nay my queen a sigh into the cosmos.

I bound in a quagmire as mine mind spirals                                                   to                                           the                                                surface                                     of                                            our                                                 planets.

I so lost in these thoughts of thee wouldeth digress thus satisfied.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

ALPHA AND OMEGA

Reformation 

The air quivers chilled

Man transforms gradually 

Sun shines in winter

Cycles

Leaves from green to brown

Silent witnesses absorbed

Falling branch to earth

Cosmic

Stars shine in dark sky

Celestial in nature

Shimmering slightly 

Infinity

Spring fades to summer

Stages of a man's short life

A second explaned

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

FROM HEAVEN FORMED

Where once we fell as stars upon an incomplete earth.

We these melanated denizens of a world promised us in the most ancient times.

Where now we roam, niggas, bitches and hoes struggling to survive the savage onslaught.

Still segregated, still denigrated, still miseducated, our lives the wood feeding the fire.

Memorials erected to the fallen ones, as so many continue to fail.

Mine tears could fill oceans,tsunami in nature they would wash ashore and destroy modern day Babylon.

The bad so far outweighing the good. Pain filled dreams awaking the sleeping slumber of modern man.

A stranger n these strange times where our race has been manipulated into causing our own fall.

Separated and eviscerated we cross the killing floor unaided, the ancestors blood the harmony and the melody, the bass, pounding pounding. 

The sound of mama Africa crying, her wails the wind passing mans ears.

So sad the song.

We these stars having fell from the heavens lying smoldering on the ground.

Carbon and water make clay.

Carbon and water make melanin. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

A RIPPLE IN THE CONTINUUM 

And Babylon shall fall... an event caused by her own hand.

White houses and stolen obelisks testifying to the savagery.

Statue falling into the waters that have witnessed so many tragedies, rape on the high seas, bones of mine ancestors glistening in ocean sand.

Ships upon horizon

The lion sleeps lazily

Such is the dawning

We my people shall rise from the ashes.

The Dragon and the Phoenix as portrayed in myths... wisdom personified.

Voices shattering mentalities as we in unison sing.

You in I versal

What of the lost ones

So swept up in masters lies

Religious and blind

Beast of ten horns standing on podiums using recitations to vindicate travesties. 

White Jesus smiling in the background backing up the madness.

Strange that so many still believe. 

Such a pack of lies.

A baby born 

Ripped from the continuum 

Time for things to change

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

METAPHYSICALLY

I am the air, I am the bird, I am sun born of man and woman.

I created was born free in a place called my mind, there is none as I and I. 

The trees that bow on winds caress call my name for I am child of the cosmos birthed of carbon and water.

Forged of fire I am harder than diamond as I shine.

My DNA linked to everything I am planetary,  I am the lion, I am the bee.

In mine loins I am sun who carried the seed to perpetuate my line into infinity, light shining in distant galaxies, this babe in mine arms my future being.

Such an intricate symphony as played across eons, seen?

I such a devastatingly delightful  trilogy, grandfather, sun and son.

Allusions to religiosity resounding spatially, stereo the sound reverberating and resounding. 

These things reminding me that I once a slave in an ancestors testes, a slaves in my great grand mother's ovaries am now the end result.

I who have become freedom speak of these things. 

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

Here I am all in your synapses.

Massaging your neurons.

All off in your cerebral cortex and... And all I wanna say is.

I love yo freak... I mean the way you so sexualy unique... That magnifiq.

Just the right amount a juicy and I... I just be fucked up in you.

These words, this weave and homage to the being you.

Okay so it's election day. Once again black people in Amerikkka are voting for the comfortable candidate. 

Not the one who has their best interests at heart. One who cares.

It's really about time we changed the narrative and submitted our own candidate. About time we formed a black party, so to speak.

We are the most underrepresented in this country and it seems many of us are content with that. That's not kosher cause it has lead to our collective current situation. One where we are but tools for the system. Cogs in the machine. Integral but underrated.

It's time that we overstood the true power of money. How it plays such an important part in any quest for any potential true equality. What boycotting really means. Sit ins are cool but that's sheep thinking, protests and riots, to much bloodshed on our part. Boycott, I know y'all get scared when you hear that word having become so dependent on this system. On these people who are still thriving on the labor of your ancestors.

To be blunt, that's slave thinking to me and I would like to think we're quite past that.

Aren't we?

Jerald hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY