The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: The Confession of A Damned Soul...

Friday 16 December 2011

The Confession of A Damned Soul...

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Big man in the sky hope you realize I strive to be a better man

As I formally apologize for all my wrong doings

Looking up to my mother, who taught me to never bring pain to a woman

Helpless to see her struggle

Looking at her when she’s wondering if she’s gonna bring home the gains of a woman

Let’s pray together the high stays,

Sit back take a view up to the skies

But sometimes the true beauty lies in the trees man

I wasn't supposed to say that forgive,

But my man you made it the only way

Still in the sky with the smoke of the clouds,

Questioning the limits of a man

My man what would happen if tomorrows judgement day,

Would you accept the figure of a sinner?

Is there love in the heart to forgive me?

Because you’re depicted as being all lovable

Sometimes it feels you seek revenge,

And try to hit the nail to my head instead my man

What happen to your hands?

Why won’t you put them forward?

Are you haunted by the memory?

When I was young you gave me a hug,

So give me the love back my man

I haven't heard from you for a minute

Some gonna say you've always been there,

But there the same ones who suffer from hypocrisy

Why you forget my name my man?

You suffer from amnesia my man?

Or have you been busy helping everybody else

Or you been busy doing something else

My man I called you on Tuesday,

Why didn't you pick up?

Are you scared of me?

Or are you scared to make an awkward ice breaker?

Are you lost for words my man?

Or can’t you recognize me?

Talk up because right now seems your whispering to me,

When you find your voice I'm here

I can’t talk because I'm busy right now

My man it’s my time to be ...busy

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About Alph

Alph Arley

Performance Poet and Spoken Word Artist/ R.A.P Workshop Facilitator. It's deeper than R.A.P!

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Hi my name is Alph Arley and I know that your certainly pleased to meat me, because I know that I am certainly pleased to you. I am a 90’s US Hip-Hop, 90’s U.K Garage and U.K Grime head, with a sneaker addiction which I had battled for 20 years.

I am a performance poet, as well as a spoken word artist who was born and raised in Stockwell, South London. I started writing poetry back in 2011, and started performing my poetry in 2012, whilst I was studying at university. When I am not playing Pokémon on my Nintendo DS, listening to Rap, watching Rap battles, watching cartoons, watching footie, watching anime or reading manga, I am thinking and writing. In my spare time I also facilitate and deliver poetry, spoken word and rap workshops which are called ‘The R.A.P Programme’ to young people. This is in order to help them to gain a greater, awareness as well as understanding about the importance their individual voices, as well as to help them to gain awareness, as well as help them to articulate their thoughts and emotions.

How I get started with poetry?

How it did I get started with poetry? I would say my poetic journey subconsciously started in 94. This was when I was about 3 years old. I grew up in a two bedroom flat, in a four flat building in Stockwell with Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Bone Thugs and Harmony, Puff Daddy, Mase, Dre Dre, LL Cool J, DJ Rob Base, Run DMC, Eve, Missy Elliot, Busta Rhymes, Wycleff Jean, Lauren Hill, Fugees, Eryka Badu CD’s being played on my Mum’s black Kenwood Hi-Fi, with two standing speakers.

I remember by the age of about 9 I had my own portable stereo in my bedroom and started to build my own Rap CD collection which included Eminem, Dre Dre, Ludacris, D12, 50 Cent and Snoop Dogg. Like, I remember getting printed Eminem lyrics on A4 paper, as a present from one of my Mum’s friends, after that there was no looking back. I actually started writing both grime and rap lyrics in secondary school, but those lyrics remained in the drafts of my 6230 phone. I admit, I struggled to spit in time with a beat and the lyrics did not make sense in the slightest. In 2011, whilst studying at university, I remember scrolling through my Blackberry, writing my thoughts in my note pad. I would say that my life experiences made it difficult for me to express my thoughts and emotions, which led me to become frustrated adolescent. I started writing my thoughts down and I found it helped me to come to terms with my experiences.

What does poetry mean to me?

That’s a dope question. I would say that poetry means everything to me, as it has not only helped me to come to terms with my life experiences, but it has also helped me to use my experiences to help others. I have read so many books from different poets, like Pablo Neruda, John Keats, Allen Ginsberg, Phillip Larkin, Sylvia Plath, Gertrude Stein, William Shakespeare, Benjamin Zephaniah, Linton Kwesi Johnson. Poems such as ‘Stackolee’ and ‘The Signifying Monkey’ , which are two of my favourites. I would say that it is important that everyone feels that they have a voice to express themselves as well as share with others, as growing up I noticed many around me felt that they did not have a voice. I feel that poetry is an art form which can give all the young homies on the block, that lady serving at the tills in Sainbury’s, Bossman in the local corner shop, a chance for them to express themselves, as well as voice.