The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: Hells Angel...

Thursday 19 April 2012

Hells Angel...

From the picture

You would think this stories about me

Truthfully it’s about someone whom you can’t see

Let’s set the scene

Ironically the place where we was

Is the place that has shaped the verse?

So if it’s not about me

I know thinking why haven't I said

Your thinking who's this one about really

Basically it’s about she who got trapped in the fire

The same she whom was once desired

The same night she got trapped in the fire

Is the same night we held hands and prayed together?

We held hands as the air became engulfed in sirens

Through the siren we could still here her screams

Papa tried to run in

Tried to run in but the fire-fighter held him

Held him and said

"For the love of humanity"

The fire within papa burned

Slowly started to burn away his inner sanity

What would have happened if he died that day also?

The family would have been branded a tragedy

Shes still breathing till this very day

Shes breathing but it’s like that very day her spirit died

It’s never been the same

As that faithful day she came out with a brand new face

A brand new face in place of what once was in place

Even today

I can see the fire still within her eyes

She sees it too

Every time she sees her reflection in her dinner plate

I love the fact she puts on a brave face

Shes beautiful in my eyes

As in my heart she will forever stay

Through the years shes got the stares

Through the years shes been called all sort of names

"Half-face, Fire girl Miss Burns"

I like the way everyone thinks this is a kiddies game

It’s a damn shame

It’s a damn shame that they don't know

They don't know the lengths for her that I will go

I wish it was I in her place

I in her place so I could set fire to the world

Watch the world from a distance and watch it all burn

Welcome to my god damn Dystopia

As there's no such thing as a God damn Utopia

I hope by now you’ve realized that the she was my little Sis

Can I ask you something reader?

Have you smiled anytime whilst reading this reader?

If it’s regrettably a yes

Don't worry as I'm smiling too

The reason for this is

Is your just another name on the hit list

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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.