The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: The Taming of the Beast...

Friday 10 February 2012

The Taming of the Beast...

It hurts my head to think we are actually the same

Actually the same when in reality we are so different

You like the fact that I’m different

You always tell me be Alpha never be scared to appear different

You tell me that the world is scared of modern day enigmas

Thank you for not doubting me

When I doubt I you’re the one that says believe in your dream

You tell me howl at the moon

You tell me to howl at the seas

You tell me all I have to do is have a little bit of belief

As carnivorous I may appear I’ve learnt

I’ve learnt to never let bad apples leave me sour

I’ve learnt to appreciate the serpent with the apple as he’s left me empowered

I like it you know that things are going right

So right you know I don’t need to howl at you every single hour

Sometimes though I resurrect the dead in my head

Fill my twisted mind with the typical feeling of dread

All the she’s of the past sometimes circulate within my head

The devil sends

The devil sends all his all his army of she devils

Army of his she devils to sink their fangs in my skin

On paper your supposed to be a herbivore

I’m supposed to be the only one to appear carnivorous

The inner beast in you is plain to see

I know there’s a chance of you getting a little carnivorous

So that’s the reason I’ve spent half of life

Half of my life saying I can’t trust no female wolf bitch

I need to face it

I need to face if I keep on acting sometimes

If I keep on acting sometimes I’m going to waste this

The feelings I have for you I cant misplace it

When my face is down to the ground

My chin hung the majority of the time you give me that face lift

You inject happiness turn my dark thoughts into white

I’m not advocating that you’re a racist

You found me on purpose it’s like you came equip with a map

Hunted me down in the mystic woods laid down all your traps

I could have got away a long time ago

I lay and play dead because I want you to know where my feelings at

We come from different worlds

At first the Lycan thought you were another blood sucking bat

But I realize were just the same you are my female Lycan

I love the way you persist to tell me you love the way

You love the way I try to be unlike other men

Unfortunately I wasn’t the one to break you hymen

The feeling I got for you if you’re in trouble

Trouble I’ll be one of the first to stand on my hind legs

I know there was a time we had a crisis

I growled at the world

Overtaken by rage I wanted the spring to become lifeless

You returned to me from the artic snow

Showed me what you were feeling an found a zip

Found a zip to zip of your fur coat

I know where your heart is

The crisis was minor

What we have will be timeless

You front sometimes with your claws pointed out

If you had a gun on you

I would be the first to take away you gun license

Sometimes I feel like my feelings are chained

Chained like the little black boy that I ate

He was in chained like a slave

I was hungry so I didn’t even have a chance to catch his name

I was angry

I still am sometimes that will never change

I howl in the winds to tell my story

My howls in the winds enslaved like a pen to writers page

Most writers never get seen in the game

I hear the cackles from all the hyenas

My fangs are out ill see to them

Every wolf grows up

Grows up to accept to act tame isn’t so lame

I ran in the wild for long

Came back a little Weezy

But don’t mistake me for that other wolf Wayne

Together were in a cage

I get claustrophobic sometimes just letting you know

I can break out the cage

If I hear another brother in pain

I get a little rage

Have to let you know its bros before hoes always

Even if that results me ending up in a morgue one day

So don’t cry hold your wolf tears in

You’re my partner I know your feelings within

You’ve learnt to live with your injuries

Even though it’s hard with a long scar

With time together it will heal

Time replace the scars with a brave heart

If you kiss me a million times

Fuck the wealth

I’ll be loves first millionaire

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.