The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: December 2012

Monday 17 December 2012

The Spay Way ...

One day
One day in May
One day in May maybay

In May maybay I heard erm say

I heard em say over the air wayves

Over the air wayves "thay say"
"Thay say thay"

"Thay say thay can spray"

"Thay say thay can spray the way"

"Spray the way waves"

""Spray the way waves wave"

"The way waves wave with can spray"

With can spray
With can spray I sprayed

I spayed may
I sprayed may way

May way through the subway

Through the subway that day

Through the subway that day to spray
To spray may

To spray may array

To spray may array of wayves

May array of wayves on ay
May array of wayves on ay trayin

On ay trayin naymed

Naymed the Ay
Naymed the Ay-trayin

The Ay-trayin as always

The Ay-trayin as always exclayimed

"Exlayimed "please refrayin"

"Please refrayin to spray"

"Please refrayin to spray traiyns"

"To spray trayins" but hay
But hay I just shook may
hay I just shook may spray

I just shook may spray and sprayed

just shook may spray and sprayed anyways

Spayed anyways until the breayk
Sprayed anyways until the breayk ay day

Until the breayk ay day when thay

When thay gayve
When thay gayve chayse
When thay gayve chayse to may

Chayse to may through the sprayed

Chayse to may through the sprayed laynes

To may through the sprayed lanyes as thay

The sprayed lanyes as thay
The sprayed lanyes as thay sprayed
As thay sprayed the laynes

As thay sprayed the laynes swayed

The laynes swayed

The lanes swayed the way

Swayed the way wayves

Swayed the way wayves wayved
The way wayves wayved while I swayed
While I swayed in the laynes
While I swayed in the laynes as may brayin
As may brayin becayme
As may brayin becayme clayimed
As may brayin becayme clayimed bay
As may brayin becayme clayimed bay the say
As may brayin becayme clayimed bay the say of spray

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.