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hylife vol. 11
what uppers from soho nyc. peace to my peeps in
the west and my new found family in the east.
i am sitting listening to Sunday's recording of
the sextet show at the infamous CBGB Gallery,
after reading about bullets flying in nyc city
hall killing two men who worked in the world of
American Politics, were advocates for the community,
family men...one died at the hands of vengeance,
the one acting on behalf of vengeance died at
the hands his prey's protector (ie. body guard).
yo. let out a little peace. let vengeance go.
whenever i hear about violence i always try to
look at my own actions, thought patterns, etc.
why am i jealous or angry or whatever to cause
this feeling of vengeance? what's happened that
got me all fucked up? second i says to myself..."yo,
self. what is the matter?" no joke. "am i inflicting
violence on myself, through negative thought-patterns
that are possibly leading to expressing violence
onto the world around me?" is that going to lead
to a better sense of goodness and joy in my experience
in life?
That is a great question i wish the man who killed
my own father asked before he popped his shots!
for real. my own dad was killed at the hands of
vengeance (a hand gun, 2 shots to the head) and
anger and a feeling of "no other means but violence"...july
27 1983. almost 20 years god bless (and by god
i mean "great original doer"--no religion implied).
here is a poem that is becoming a song i am writing
today:
"just say no to violence.
that aint the voice, with which to break the silence.
pop shot guns go off in my head with fury and
anger.
salilloquies and melodies of internal negativity
as if i was a stranger.
go and leak my emotion inept, unskilled in calm-kept,
stomp around a
preschool with my comatose boot.
like a Bush taking swings at the sky and starving
it's root.
get some help. find a healer...you know. some
play basketball, or therapy,
or art...
some find a dealer while others take take vengeance
by capitalizing on
securing their ark. ---violence manifests in multiple
pests (repeat)
so how many mommas gotta get beat and loose their
child, or our tax dollars
go to drop bombs, and how many songs must be sung
for daddys popped...
it's on you to elevate and stop.
violence, that aint the voice with which to break
the silence
violence, it manifests in multiple pests: like
hunger, poverty,
physical, emotional, psychological, and spirit.
if a ten year old boy told you not
to hate but heal, would you hear it?"
word. on to other things....The shows out here
with the crew were dope. We had great experiences,
the both of them, each in their own way. At one
time at a show we had 10 folks on stage (i like
it cozy, ya know?) never know what ya might see
at a hyim sextet party: Sunday we had Momar the
MC rock it with us on Let Me Go, and on Tuesday
part of the Doo-Wop Moderno crew came up on stage
for Let Out A Little Peace. love the harmonies,
yo! we had Keyon (trumpet) and Kathy (alto and
tenor sax) of nyc on both shows and they ripped
it nice. Plan-B was on holding it DOWN on bass
(bay area native living out here in Brooklyn),
nyc's Kid Faiella roared the drums, and Oakland's
ingenious Ajayi was on percussion with his Queens
residing silly-sick homie Guy as the congaista.
A feast of sounds, ahmen. Thank you again to everyone
who came out, and especially those who got their
dance on (which is illegal cuz in nyc clubs MUST
have a certain license to have dancing in
their establishment...now that's some babylon
stuff, ya know!)...much love and life to all.
spread the word and give a hug to someone. see
you in the yay area.
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peace,
one,
selah selah
hyim
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