The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: The Last Thoughts From Just Another Brother...

Tuesday 31 July 2012

The Last Thoughts From Just Another Brother...

In loving memory to everyone that I have lost and everyone that I have gained...

Can I Just Live In A Society Without No Flaws, Its Just A Dystopia A Motherfucking Dystopia, Fuck The Minks And The Fine Ass Cars…

My Heart Has Bleed To Much, Who Do You Think Gave The World The Idea Behind Loubs?, I Once Bleed So Much I Stepped In My Own Blood, You Could Paint The Town Red If You Walked In My Shoes…

My Brain Works In The day, My Brain Works Overtime At Night, It Seems My Brain Has Two Jobs And Works Hard For A Chance Of A Better Life...

If God Forgives, Is He Really Capable Of Damning Your Soul Over Sin You Choose To Commit?...

You Can't Insult My Lyrical Intelligence, When I Finally Run Out Of Words, I'll Lock Myself Up For Lyrical Negligence, Lock Myself Up For Lyrical Negligence And Throw Away The Key, When I Run Out Of Words I'll Happily Die Out In Solitary...

I Told The Undertaker To Take Me Under, As I'm Grave Digging Into My Past, I Pray My Bones Shake When I Feel The Thunder...

Art Is Word, Word Is Art, Art Is A Mirror Image Of The World, I Can Sit And Reflect, But It’s Up To Me Where I Want To Draw The Line...

There Once Was A Chosen Two, There Was Once A Chosen One, I Rather Be Chosen Then Be A part Of The Chosen None...

Pre Mediated Calculations Ruin The Fun Of Life, Sometimes The Art Of Just Living Needs To Be Added To The Equation, I Got A C In Maths, But Sometimes In Between I Forgot To Be Me, I Got Some Calculations Wrong, Which I Dealt With In The Aftermath…

I Spend Time Thinking About The Legends At Night, I Spend Time At Night, Thinking About How I'm Gonna Become A Legend In My Own Right…

Sometimes I Imagine A World Where People Didn't Care About Image, It Don't Hurt Using Your Imagination Sometimes...

Coming Up From Basement With The Intention To Be An Addict Addicted To A Life Living In The Attic...

When The Zebra Died As He Crossed The Road, Nobody Cared, They Carried On Walking, As People In Society Don't Care About Stepping On Toes, They Stepped On The Zebras Toes As It Became A New Crossing In The Road…

The Blood In My Veins Feels Like Chains Because I'm Descended From Slaves, I’m Descended From Slaves Who Were Enslaved Out In Runaway Bay…

The Shepherds Tell The Sheep To Follow The Rest Of The Herd, But When Will The Sheep Get The Wool Out Their Eyes To Realize There's Only been One Shepherd On This Earth?

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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.