Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

Spoken-word poet Willie Lee Bell, a.k.a. Will Da Real One, gunned down in front of Miami poetry cafe A well-known and respected spoken word poet was gunned down early Sunday as he was closing up his Miami area coffee shop and poetry lounge, cops said. Willie Lee Bell Jr. , 47, who performed as "Will Da Real One ," was shot several times at around 12:40 a.m. in the parking lot of the Literary Café and Poetry Lounge in North Miami . Several patrons who were outside the café at the time told cops that Bell was walking to his car when a vehicle pulled up next to him and a man in the passenger seat opened fire. Bell died at the scene, emergency responders said. Police were stumped for a motive because the killers didn't take any money or jewelry off Bell . The killing shocked members of the spoken-word community, who said Bell was an advocate for abused woman and promoted a "drama-free" policy at the lounge, which he opened in 2003. WATCH WILL DA

Press fast forward, fuk it, to the next episode I wouldn’t even spend a dime on it, even bootleg downloads These streets is like an infected lymph node That’s waiting to be explode Only Sundays is when EVERY hethen just wanna be   in CHURCH MODE How do u suppose,,,, For real, be real with ur self And,,, Ladies,,, get ur crown from shelf And tell that man that u sure do love thyself More than love itself   I mean isn’t it suppose to be like that? What else If u dint agree, u can use a little self help Ladies should lead, and her man shall follow And tend to ur needs, like an Oracle of Apollo His love should never make ur heart feel hallow Or like, when ur mind wonders, like, “where’s Geraldo?”  

I love like the world, so enormous and limitless

It use to feel ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like Like priceless childhood fantasies Like intoxicated daydreams’ Like a fairytale’s prettiest theme Giggling while sharing a scoop of ice-cream So I guess life aint sometimes what it seem to be And sometimes shit aint what ur heart foresees   I guess some people can’t detect QUALITY like DirecTV

Lust just walked out MY Door. My man says I aint got much time for him He say he’s running off with that lil cute slim Jim He say What we have here, it aint nothing to think It was More like a fling, cuz his smile just made my lil girl wink He say I could stay, so he can leave to his destiny He’s probably think im broken, but im kinda happy that he’s the one to leave His lust was the only thing, that drove me ecstatic I was bound to fall out of lust with, shit, that there is automatic I cant let   him see me, I cant let him see the glares in my eyes My dimples piercing in, oh I cant let him see the smirk in my smile Although his dick was so traumatizing, but his mind went only a square mile, and that was not hypnotizing’ A man can be like a book, and take you different places Make you feel good like a book, and give you different tastes But if his lust just go as far as the bedroom, that sure make me feel like my time has wasted Instead of giving it away, I feel like my was time taken

Oooh the scent of his cologne Use to Makes my backbone, tremble like a trombone While I use to catch the shivers in my jawbone When he use to Whisper in my ears, better yet in monotone, Use to make my heart always feel like its in a mist of a cyclone He use to restrain my dignity better yet my whole world He use to make my secrets unfurl And made my mind whirl He made it known that im not   just his only girl, But, his , SHINY BLACK PEARL But, his , SHINY BLACK PEARL He use to stroke my natural hair While I rest my daily stress on the armchair With my boy shorts and T shirt on the bed just ready to wear He use to have my whole night prepared Made my pillows extra fluffy just to keep away all the nightmares He use to Makes me play dress up which always caused us to go nowhere He use to make my moon shine, bright , like a bemas headlight, To guide me by after the stormy night He was far from a neophyte He made me to become a parasite I started needing him   more, he became part of my app