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Went to sleep in Albuquerque and woke up in Africa … as a featured poet on Badilisha Poetry! Here’s what my Executive Assistant Ronica Brooks had to say:

"Take a look at one of the latest main page poetryfeatures on Hakim Bellamy. He makes an appearance on the Badilisha Poetry Radio Show and recites his poem entitled “Place Matters”. See him as he paints a portrait of life deeply affected by what place we are in, out of, or sometimes kept from. 
Go to http://badilishapoetry.com/ to see the page feature!! Enjoy!”

Thank you to Linda Kaoma and the rest of the Badilisha family! Thanks to Diles and Atom Ortiz for helping me with the audio track!

Went to sleep in Albuquerque and woke up in Africa … as a featured poet on Badilisha Poetry! Here’s what my Executive Assistant Ronica Brooks had to say:

"Take a look at one of the latest main page poetryfeatures on Hakim Bellamy. He makes an appearance on the Badilisha Poetry Radio Show and recites his poem entitled “Place Matters”. See him as he paints a portrait of life deeply affected by what place we are in, out of, or sometimes kept from. 

Go to http://badilishapoetry.com/ to see the page feature!! Enjoy!”

Thank you to Linda Kaoma and the rest of the Badilisha family! Thanks to Diles and Atom Ortiz for helping me with the audio track!

Click the pic above to go to the Bandcamp and support Bernalillo County Place Matters.
We are in Washington, DC for two days with the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies doing what people who make a living in the District of Columbia SHOULD always be concerned with…the HEALTH of all Americans.
"We are only as HEALTHY as the least among us." me
I’m honored to be the keynote poet at the Place Matters: National Health Equity Conference “Models of Action, Innovation & Collaboration.” Tonight, DC can join me in a  HEALTHY dosage of poetry tonight at Busboys and Poets (5th & K) with 2x HBO Def Poet Regie Cabico.
Follow our Live Tweet @OurPlaceMatters and @BCPlaceMatters #pnmc2012

Click the pic above to go to the Bandcamp and support Bernalillo County Place Matters.

We are in Washington, DC for two days with the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies doing what people who make a living in the District of Columbia SHOULD always be concerned with…the HEALTH of all Americans.

"We are only as HEALTHY as the least among us." me

I’m honored to be the keynote poet at the Place Matters: National Health Equity Conference “Models of Action, Innovation & Collaboration.” Tonight, DC can join me in a  HEALTHY dosage of poetry tonight at Busboys and Poets (5th & K) with 2x HBO Def Poet Regie Cabico.

Follow our Live Tweet @OurPlaceMatters and @BCPlaceMatters #pnmc2012

Check out the Urban Verbs Fam, Reviva and more rock art for hope, recovery & heroin awareness. Breaking Bad star Steven Michael Quezada will MC as we try to raise funds to build a comprehensive adolescent treatment center. $30 a person, $50 a couple…please help us help our teenagers that need help. AND have a good time while you are doing it (Steven is a comedian too, so it won’t be all sad…there will be smiles…and hope!) Click on the flyer above to go to the site and see the details!
Pssst…if you are peeking now…don’t ruin the surprise…this poem is not supposed to debut until tonight at 7:54pm at this event! shhhhh….


Tell My Horse with apologies to Zora Neale Hurston
– hakim bellamy

Said
“We love it SO much”
That we’ll one day
Become it

They are talking about
Zombies

Cause as teens
We are so into zombies
That we
Turn into zombies

We’ve got our ways

Got our own ways
Of living between
6 feet beneath here
And hell

We’ve got out own ways
Of living dead

Of animated corpses
Of taking life out of 3D
And putting it in 2

High
And not

There is Voodoo in our veins
That they call junk
And just like food
It fills our souls

Black magic,
Black tar & Black gold

Fuels those empty tunnels
Inside of us
By keeping our trains
            In tracks

Bath salts
Will only return us to the catacombs
That we just conquered

An Ex
Once told me that an OD
Felt a lot like sleep, ya know
It felt like I was close to death
And I could go
And I wouldn’t even know it

But “Life” has some nerve
We feel every minute of it
Drug from us
At the pace of a funeral procession
Kicking, screaming and laughing
Like a memory

Life lives
And leaves slow
Like a zombie

It is not what we inhale
Ingest or inject
It is what we love
It is what loves us
And who doesn’t

That. Is what we become

We’ve become walking survivors
Of society’s decomposition
Built on a landfill of backwards values
Buried next to a flag-wrapped cadaver
Suffering from the soldier’s sickness

There is nothing new about opiate addictions
Greeks have been getting high since 3rd Century B.C.
And Haitians
Invented Zombies

My chemical witchcraft
Is inherited from bokors

Forefather spin doctors
Spend dollars on witchdoctors
In an economy that wagers both,
Our unborn and our undead youth
As collateral

FOR power
FOR profit

And just like the 80s
“Dad, I learned it by watching you.”

When it became apparent
That home
Was heartless
We took to street corners
Roofless
Yet get pointed at
By outdoorsmen saying

“Just like animals
You are what you shoot”

And though we’ve killed enough of ourselves
To know we are not immortal
At least we are bulletproof
We are zombies
We dodge and eat strays like a champ

Born into this society of “bigger” problems
Hunting for villains and victims
And we are what we kill

We are simply a mirror
If your child is spending too much time alone
In their tomb
Look at us
Look at you

If you notice a drastic change in your teens appearance
Ask questions
Even though it should be obvious
That some time between yesterday
AND NOW
That we were bitten and turned into zombies

Parent,
If your child doesn’t wake up for school
If we DON’T WAKE UP

Parent,
Maybe, JUST MAYBE, you could skip class today too
Maybe we need you
To be our sangoma and reverse this spell
Perhaps this “All the time” working,
Isn’t working

We are your reflection
There is a reason
We look like the nuclear holocaust
Going on inside of us

Wage war on us
Like an epidemic
When we deserve treatment
Like a biblical plague

The last time she got high
She said, “Every follicle on her body
Resembled an a sprawling cemetery
Of empty graves…
Dirtless
Holy…
And that smack hit her bloodstream
Like a shotgun of zombies crawling out of every single one.
‘Cross
            her
                    skin”

There is a fluidity with death
That comes
After you’ve survived
And resurrected
Again and again

There is a reason we call this shit heaven

There is a lot in common
With us,
And Lazarus
And Jesus
And zombies

And sometimes we don’t know
Who is being sacrificed
Sometimes we don’t know
What we are turning into
Because we love it SO much.

And I’m not saying Jesus is a zombie
I’m just sayin’…

We are the warning signs
Not the problem

Yes,
There is an apocalypse coming
But please,
PLEASE
Do not
Blame the zombies.

© Hakim Bellamy August 11, 2012

Check out the Urban Verbs Fam, Reviva and more rock art for hope, recovery & heroin awareness. Breaking Bad star Steven Michael Quezada will MC as we try to raise funds to build a comprehensive adolescent treatment center. $30 a person, $50 a couple…please help us help our teenagers that need help. AND have a good time while you are doing it (Steven is a comedian too, so it won’t be all sad…there will be smiles…and hope!) Click on the flyer above to go to the site and see the details!

Pssst…if you are peeking now…don’t ruin the surprise…this poem is not supposed to debut until tonight at 7:54pm at this event! shhhhh….


Tell My Horse with apologies to Zora Neale Hurston

– hakim bellamy

Said

“We love it SO much”

That we’ll one day

Become it

They are talking about

Zombies

Cause as teens

We are so into zombies

That we

Turn into zombies

We’ve got our ways

Got our own ways

Of living between

6 feet beneath here

And hell

We’ve got out own ways

Of living dead

Of animated corpses

Of taking life out of 3D

And putting it in 2

High

And not

There is Voodoo in our veins

That they call junk

And just like food

It fills our souls

Black magic,

Black tar & Black gold

Fuels those empty tunnels

Inside of us

By keeping our trains

            In tracks

Bath salts

Will only return us to the catacombs

That we just conquered

An Ex

Once told me that an OD

Felt a lot like sleep, ya know

It felt like I was close to death

And I could go

And I wouldn’t even know it

But “Life” has some nerve

We feel every minute of it

Drug from us

At the pace of a funeral procession

Kicking, screaming and laughing

Like a memory

Life lives

And leaves slow

Like a zombie

It is not what we inhale

Ingest or inject

It is what we love

It is what loves us

And who doesn’t

That. Is what we become

We’ve become walking survivors

Of society’s decomposition

Built on a landfill of backwards values

Buried next to a flag-wrapped cadaver

Suffering from the soldier’s sickness

There is nothing new about opiate addictions

Greeks have been getting high since 3rd Century B.C.

And Haitians

Invented Zombies

My chemical witchcraft

Is inherited from bokors

Forefather spin doctors

Spend dollars on witchdoctors

In an economy that wagers both,

Our unborn and our undead youth

As collateral

FOR power

FOR profit

And just like the 80s

“Dad, I learned it by watching you.”

When it became apparent

That home

Was heartless

We took to street corners

Roofless

Yet get pointed at

By outdoorsmen saying

“Just like animals

You are what you shoot”

And though we’ve killed enough of ourselves

To know we are not immortal

At least we are bulletproof

We are zombies

We dodge and eat strays like a champ

Born into this society of “bigger” problems

Hunting for villains and victims

And we are what we kill

We are simply a mirror

If your child is spending too much time alone

In their tomb

Look at us

Look at you

If you notice a drastic change in your teens appearance

Ask questions

Even though it should be obvious

That some time between yesterday

AND NOW

That we were bitten and turned into zombies

Parent,

If your child doesn’t wake up for school

If we DON’T WAKE UP

Parent,

Maybe, JUST MAYBE, you could skip class today too

Maybe we need you

To be our sangoma and reverse this spell

Perhaps this “All the time” working,

Isn’t working

We are your reflection

There is a reason

We look like the nuclear holocaust

Going on inside of us

Wage war on us

Like an epidemic

When we deserve treatment

Like a biblical plague

The last time she got high

She said, “Every follicle on her body

Resembled an a sprawling cemetery

Of empty graves…

Dirtless

Holy…

And that smack hit her bloodstream

Like a shotgun of zombies crawling out of every single one.

‘Cross

            her

                    skin”

There is a fluidity with death

That comes

After you’ve survived

And resurrected

Again and again

There is a reason we call this shit heaven

There is a lot in common

With us,

And Lazarus

And Jesus

And zombies

And sometimes we don’t know

Who is being sacrificed

Sometimes we don’t know

What we are turning into

Because we love it SO much.

And I’m not saying Jesus is a zombie

I’m just sayin’…

We are the warning signs

Not the problem

Yes,

There is an apocalypse coming

But please,

PLEASE

Do not

Blame the zombies.

© Hakim Bellamy August 11, 2012

Go Green. Go “Be”.
Or as the saying goes…”Once you go ‘Be’, you never go back!”…or something like that.
Support New Mexico Businesses (BEyond POETry LLC), Artists (me) and 4 year old offspring (my son)…BUY LOCAL!
And for the “old school” types who still only have a CD player in their cars…we are working out the details of having 2nd run of these “sold out” CD at Talking Fountain in Albuquerque.

Go Green. Go “Be”.

Or as the saying goes…”Once you go ‘Be’, you never go back!”…or something like that.

Support New Mexico Businesses (BEyond POETry LLC), Artists (me) and 4 year old offspring (my son)…BUY LOCAL!

And for the “old school” types who still only have a CD player in their cars…we are working out the details of having 2nd run of these “sold out” CD at Talking Fountain in Albuquerque.

     
JazzBars with Hakim Be & Friends
By Justin De La Rosa (Published in the Local-iQ on Wednesday, December 21st 2011)
The music industry is in a bit of a funk, and has been for years now. This is leading musicians and artists to take things  into their own hands for a little DIY movement that is becoming unique  to each community. Verse by verse, Hakim Bellamy (AKA Hakim Be) and friends are putting together a throwback to the jazz era with a  monthly poetry and hip hop night at downtown’s only jazz bar.
 This won’t just be nights of people in a dark  room, snapping their fingers along to a walking bass line while some guy with a goatee and beret makes incomprehensible analogies. It will be  nights of soulful selections by some of the Duke City’s best poets and  hip hop artists who know their foundations are in ’50s jazz.
 

Bellamy is not only a hip hop emcee, but also a published poet. He has  organized this night not only to spice things up at an already swanky  bar, but to shed a little light on the significance of jazz in the  future of hip hop music.
 “We don’t bridge the gap between hip hop and jazz, we eliminate it,” Bellamy said.      
JazzBars with Hakim Be & Friends
7 and 9p, Tue., Jan. 3
Jazzbah 119 Gold SW, 505.243.5299$12 (2 shows) jazzbahabq.com




JazzBars with Hakim Be & Friends

By Justin De La Rosa (Published in the Local-iQ on Wednesday, December 21st 2011)

The music industry is in a bit of a funk, and has been for years now. This is leading musicians and artists to take things into their own hands for a little DIY movement that is becoming unique to each community. Verse by verse, Hakim Bellamy (AKA Hakim Be) and friends are putting together a throwback to the jazz era with a monthly poetry and hip hop night at downtown’s only jazz bar.

This won’t just be nights of people in a dark room, snapping their fingers along to a walking bass line while some guy with a goatee and beret makes incomprehensible analogies. It will be nights of soulful selections by some of the Duke City’s best poets and hip hop artists who know their foundations are in ’50s jazz.
 
Bellamy is not only a hip hop emcee, but also a published poet. He has organized this night not only to spice things up at an already swanky bar, but to shed a little light on the significance of jazz in the future of hip hop music.

“We don’t bridge the gap between hip hop and jazz, we eliminate it,” Bellamy said.

JazzBars with Hakim Be & Friends
7 and 9p, Tue., Jan. 3
Jazzbah
119 Gold SW, 505.243.5299
$12 (2 shows)
jazzbahabq.com

It’s odd. Every year on 9/11 I tend to be in the studio. Maybe it’s because we create to get over destruction. Coincidentally, this was a piece of the TEDxABQ Talk I did on Saturday. Production by Diles. On my album BE. Yesterday it was me and Camilo Quinones cooking a soon to be release track on relationships…get your radios ready.

REPRISE: Bringing back the first compilation by Diles, Mood Static. Some familiar faces from Gut Feeling…including me! “Take a Number featuring Hakim Be”

REPRISE: Bringing back the first compilation by Diles, Mood Static. Some familiar faces from Gut Feeling…including me! “Take a Number featuring Hakim Be”

New Hakim Be & Diles!!! Check out “Fire Sale” on Gut Feeling. For the beatminers you can also get Gut Feeling (Instrumentals) at Bandcamp. Click through the cover art above and you can listen to Fire Sale and see more production by Diles! www.visceralview.com

New Hakim Be & Diles!!! Check out “Fire Sale” on Gut Feeling. For the beatminers you can also get Gut Feeling (Instrumentals) at Bandcamp. Click through the cover art above and you can listen to Fire Sale and see more production by Diles! www.visceralview.com

A week later, Urban Verbs still thanks you, Albuquerque. (READ ME!: Live Creation from Friday June 17th Show @ Filling Station)

Letter to Hip Hop I (June 17th, 2011, Live Creation for Urban Verbs Show, Barelas USA)
-Hakim Be

Dear Hip Hop
Open your speakers
So you can speak
“Us”

Hear us
Mirrors
We are what you look like
In the morning

Good morning
From the kids you never slept on

Chased Boogie Monsters out of our imagination
Through headphones

The ones I snuck
Under sheet music
When mom banished the TV from my bedroom

From the generation that considered silence
Violence

You lullabied us
Pops worked two jobs so I could buy you

And I knew
When I grew up
I wanted to be just like you

The bastard Love Child of Gospel and Rock
You are what Blues turned into
Just to get hitchhikers to pick her up

A wax museum of classic sculptures
That never so much as flinched
When they called you a vulture

You’re the swan song of ugly ducklings
With your puberty of percussion

You turned awkward into popular
For many an acne’d b-girl
And four-eyed beat boxer

For all the kids
Who couldn’t play
Football, basketball or soccer

The same kids who
Stayed up all night
Playing Halo
And make believe movies of mobsters

But your competition’s a little more honest
Two heartless sleeves in a steel cage match
Soul, saliva and spit
Sprawled across the celebrity death rap

We fight the way you taught us

In the absence of battered mothers
And abusive fathers
We became dead beat authors

Break beat martyrs

The music of YOUR generation
Resurrected in HI-DEFinition audio

Dear Hip-Hop
We bomb these letters
Upside the womb of your Manhattan Projects
We are your Trinity products

However, nonviolent
The kids who are still feeling you
In Hiroshima and Nagasaki

(C) Hakim Bellamy, June 17th 2011 during Urban Verbs Friday Night Performance

Digital Digging Episode 2 by Diles featuring Jungle One, Hakim Be & Idris Goodwin AKA "Burque Noir"

Please peep what my musicman (Urban Verbs) does with this classic beat that’s been used and used before…by way of Black New Mexico Emcees…hence Burque Noir. Thanks Diles!