Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

I’m soo in love and I can’t get out U got me higher than cloud nine, beyond any doubt My senses becomes numb, each time in your presence With ur graceful hugs, u squeeze the true beauty right out of my essence If I tell u I don’t think of u each day, then its worth a thousand lies I must not be ashamed to show u my love, if I am, then I must be chastised Ur face is the last I see, in my dreams Beholding quixotic themes That replays memories, Turn into realities I’ve found my treasure, finally I’ve caught my breathe No longer living with bitterness, feels good to get it off of my chest Lead me into the wilderness, as I put my assurance in you U have bought life into me, more like a marvelous breakthrough I want to sleep saturated in your magnificent passion Hoping and wishing that it ill forever be everlasting In the break of dawn I run through the fog, thinking I’ve just seen ur face   Then I caught my self, embracing an empty space I knew u was here, cuz ur breathe blew me a breez

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