(WHO DAT)

I metaphorically rise, though child I am most high.

A mere second in the grand scheme where shit seen is unseen.

People living in denial as the quality of life devolves.

All is not clean as the world rotates and revolves.

A second in the brain drain as this shit is made plain.

African warrior from birth, some shit that's done made many motherfuckers go insane.

Blood beating under intense pressure in a man's veins.

Coulda kept it the same but I ain't, hard to stay in the paint.

Stinking of the capitalistic taint.

Barbarians sweeping cross metaphorical plains, cross realistic planes.

Shit make a man wanna break window panes.

A moment submerged in the place where none go.

A deranged mentalities dojo, where rivers of freedom flow.

I see you peeping through the peephole in that door.

Come on in this is ground floor.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

 

A Sunday in February and I man rock these keys.

Bring atmosphere's and degrees to the mentally diseased.

(THE CONUNDRUM)

We are the children of a dead star.

Falling from the heavens at magnificent speed.

We these extensions of universal need.

Born and formed we glanced into each other's eyes.

No word for what we felt, just raw primitive emotion.

One touch and I man knew, I would die for you.

Modern times and I in wonder contemplate you.

Your form the basis for my beginnings, I swept along on your sway.

The beats, oh these beats of my heart, I aching for you.

My marrow calling from my bones, brain on drain.

One touch and I, I might explode, spray cream in my dreams.

What a luscious notion, the thought of I inside.

Majestically we ride, moon rising, oceans subsiding.

I Hue-man lost in the emotions, I listening to your sighs.

Once we light traveled in space, shrieking to earth are we found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(TEARS OF ANGELS FALL)

(Life)

The drops of rain fall

Softly reminding him of her

He inside quivers 

(Gently)

She is the cleansing

Washing down his stricken soul

He man is baptized 

(Coalescing)

The leaves whispering

They united as one entity

Would that stars could see

(Beckoning)

Flower shines wetly

Man standing transfixed in awe

Allah doth provide 

(Becoming)

Lotus blossom soft

Into it's level's he sinks

They are one complete

(Universal)

The heavens rejoice 

The sky dark weeps tears of joy 

Love has conquered all

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(TALE OF THE TWINKLING STAR)

(Birth)

Star falling from sky

Devastatingly destructive

Fire rain pon the earth

(Fleetingly)

Thermonuclear power

Behold the pure magnitude

Man stands stuck in awe

(Becoming)

Ashes grey now green

Seeds from fertile earth bloom

Life instead of doom

(Manifestation)

Carbon and water

Though we are formed from dust

Fluid is mans core

(Life)

Sun and earth unite

We becoming one then three

Passing on our genes

(Preceding)

The day becomes night

Time invisible becomes reality

Darkness forms the light

(Death)

Brown are the leaves

Spiraling they fall to ground

Many fear the end

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(UNCAGED MELODY)

The earth it listens as the breeze whispers through the leaves.

Breathe in, breath out.

These lives and it all seems so mundane, these things we hold sacred.

These lives but a blip in time, we trying to leave a mark.

A memory.

Who we were, who we are, who we wanna be, these soliloquies.

A whisper of the breeze, so many seeking eternity on bended knee.

A sigh, a cry into the antimatter of space, the stars twinkle unsynchronized.

Babies born with so much potential, wicked systems holding it at bay.

Humanity locked in a subconsciously built cage. Some it would seem driven by a savage rage, roaring in the storm.

They who rule the masses, vampires roaming on sunny days.

The meek while smart so weak, so confused, not knowing how to be free.

Poverty itself a power, if only they would rise.

The breeze, the breeze it ripples through the leaves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY 

(WATERWORKS)

A rainy day in north Florida and my mind kinda takes me away.

Memories of all these things and hey.

I woulda, coulda, been a lot of things but I ain't.

I'm the motherfucker I am today.

Those licks, those licks.

Motherfucking straight and I emerge enlightened hue-man.

So many levels and I wonder why people playing.

Still ain't no unity, so many stuck on tricknowledge, false teachings and indoctrination.

Picture so dirty and they can't see, bullshit and hypocrisy.

Sad ass blues playing on guitar strings, living the dream, slavery ingrained so deep it's unseen.

And the youth, the youth dwell evicerated and scattered, pieces of a puzzle.

Nobody to put it together, tears in a bucket, motherfucker, motherfuck it.

Symphonically tragic, world turning to mud, to dust.

Piano backtrack as these days devolving pass by, man suspended wisdom state.

These words realistic fading away, echoes resounding off canyon walls, hey, hey, hey...

Drops of rain falling to the ground.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY