The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: A Surrealist's Solution...

Monday, 29 October 2012

A Surrealist's Solution...

The memories to this one I have none

The memories to this one I have none so I was retold this one

I was retold this one and told it had begun one on one

I was retold this one and told then it became two on two

I was retold this one and told then it became three on three

I was retold this one and told then it became four on four

I was retold this one and told then it became four on four then I one

Then I one ended up on the floor on all fours

On all fours because I was all for fighting four

The memories to this one I have none

The memories to this one I have none for all I know I was on all fours at four

The memories to this one I have none for all I know I was on all fours at five

At five I still had no memory of this one so I tried to add the four to the five

I tried to add the four to the five at six

At six I tried to add the four to the five as I found myself dressed to the nines

I found myself dressed to the nines as I tried to add the six to the four to the five

I tried to add the six to the four to the five to put together two and two

To put together two and two but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved one and five

I somehow surprisingly solved one and five at seven

At seven I still had no memory of this one so I tried to times this time with the five

With the five I tried to times the one to the two to the two to the four to the six to the nine

To the nine I tried to times the six to the four to the two to the two to the one to the five

I tried to times the nine to the six to the four to the two to the two to the five to put together two and two

To put together two and two but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved nine

I somehow surprisingly solved nine so I subtracted one

So I subtracted one as I anxiously ate I somehow surprisingly solved eight

As I anxiously ate I somehow surprisingly solved eight at eight

At eight I still had no memory of this one so I tried to divide this time with the nine

With the nine I tried to divide the eight to the one to the five to the two to the two to the four to the six

To the six I tried to divide the four to the two to the two to five to the one to the eight to the nine

I tried to divide the six to the four to the two to the two to the five to the one to the eight to the nine to put together two and two

To put together two and two but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved five

I somehow surprisingly solved five at nine

At nine I still had no memory of this one so I tried to times the five to the nine

I tried to times the five to the nine but I was surprised as I somehow surprisingly solved four and five

I somehow surprisingly solved four and five at nine

At nine I somehow surprisingly solved the solution and put together two and two

Put together two and two finally realizing that my mind's memories would forever be lost in time

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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.