My name is bill, no capitalization, required,
the Writer will be ill, soon, once he gets me,
or my friends in the mail, my cousin e bill.
Won’t be far behind, a marvel of technology!
I am famed and legendary, but be wary,
we attack in groups and bunches and
don’t rely on hunches that you settled with us.
We don’t make a fuss or a muss, we will cut
off your cable, and internet, see?
Hydro and Natural Gas you can ill afford
to miss, we do pay dates, instead of play dates.
So if you don’t pay up we are through
with you, hope you can find your self in
the dark, call us and we will talk until your
cell phone loses power or they drop your
call from their towering collection.
So with affection,
from us named bill,
make a plan and a will,
to pay us on time, after
all it is your dime, until it
is ours, all ours.
You can take that to the bank,
but we will do it for you too!
Save you the trip...
P.S.(we were going to list a few,
but we don’t name names, we
just collect Presidents and Prime Ministers,
they may be dead or royalty, but they are
acceptable to faceless nameless ones,called
Copyright Apr2013 DWE
Written August 29th, 2011
the gun in the city is attached to the emotion
that the city brings itself,yeah i do suppose,
but that's all good, cuz without eachother we go more than bored
and if you wanna argue that just realize what we do to the people in those prisons that we cant afford
i'm sick of it,
sick of guilt, sick of the blame
sick of the people all around me who complain but then don't have the nerve to stand and do what it takes
someone will have to fill my tracks cuz I won't be here long
and even now I can't do it by myself so I need all of you to join along
whether it be writing to the beat or writing in the street
just doing something good opens so much more potential
i can't tell you how many times i got high from just planting a tree though
I know we can't be perfect, and we'll always have problems, i believe in humanity in fact so much I know when it's best to just lay off.
i know you feel like the worlds to small
but we're in space
and I know I've done the same thing and I know babe, that this can last for days
if you could measure the amount of energy you take to grudge
you can manifest it love and turn it all into hugs
or another sort of good that does something for someone let it come around again
but the kicking and screaming, all the fighting and fuss and lying is why some people give up trying
Magic is a lost art form
It crawls through your mind like a worm
So many papers written about it for the end of the term
All striving for once single goal to learn learn learn
It might make you get a perm
Causing a riot and making you turn
Give that monkey a new bread crumb
Or he'll succumb to being obnoxiously dumb
But it will probably happen anyway
Because the monkey listens to the fray
While his mother goes home to pray
That his father doesn't travel far away
From his family or his favorite friends
But on his job it all depends
On which locations are best for him
Going by the name of Edward Tim
Who use to frequent his home gym
He Crushed on hot girls named Kim
Kim loved to crash Tim's wonderful parties
Shooting up with a pack of Smarties
Tim wanted her to be a lady
Tim wanted her to be a lady
Because she was pregnant with Tim's baby
Although her mother wanted her to give it up maybe
However Kim wanted to name her baby Sadie.
Tim wanted to name it after his mother.
Kim wanted to name it after her brother.
Both of decided because of each other that it was getting quite dim
With such fuss between Tim and Kim they settled on a name that was another
And prayed that their son would not be dumb
Then he wouldn't be any fun for Kim or Tim
The fat rat sat flat on may's bat
While the sun shined you'll find some fun before the day is done said the trees which they mimed and chimed
I'm here, I've been here
for three damn hours,
and you're not here,
sharing time that is ours.
Glancing at a calendar,
counting down the days,
hours go by, creeping closer,
The thirtieth of May.
Maybe I won't ask you,
I'll go with Cara or with Jay,
music pounding, bodies sweating,
hips starting to sway.
Maybe in the dark of a dance
people will overlook
the fact that I'm dancing with a girl,
hang their nasty comments on a hook.
I'm not a lezzie, not a dyke,
not a sin, and not a fag,
more likely I'm just kidding,
there is no reason for you to gag.
What worries me,
insecure in bed,
is this who I am?
I say inside my head?
Do I say I'm bisexual
because I really am,
or do I say it to make a fuss,
am I playing the part of the ham?
Do I want to fit in
(just the opposite way),
or is saying it's true,
just like saying Hey
I'm strange, I'm awkward,
I'm a mistake, I'm different,
but when I'm asked
am I gonna be able to prove it?
Truth is I don't know
if I indeed like girls,
just that the thought of kissing one
doesn't make me hurl.
So I'll dance with them,
but will I ask DJ?
Will I change anything,
or do I just want it to stay?
What makes a person sexy or hot ?
Do you have to be popular or some "big shot"?
Do you have to have curves or do you have to be thin?
Do you have to smile with your teeth or just show a grin?
Do you have to have money or be a spoiled brat?
Can you eat normal food or only low-fat?
Do you get to be smart or pretend that you are not
In pictures, do you have to crinkle your eyebrows like you're deep in thought?
Do you have to have green, blue, or brown eyes?
Do you have to have dated a million guys?
Do you have to wear slutty clothes all the time?
Do you have to drunk drive or some other crime?
Do you have to plaster make up all over your face?
Do you have to let guys get to third base?
Do you have to do things you will regret?
Do you have to be a ginger, blonde, or brunette?
Why is being sexy or hot so important to us?
I really don't get why girls and guys make such a big fuss.
Every good thing shall happen...
like Friday nights and party rush
surprise calls from a long-time crush
auburn leaves and a cup of tea
cozy couch and a good movie
a sweet embrace, granted wishes
locked up hands, friendly kisses
perfect music, fireworks galore
passionate poetry, books in store
skinny-dipping, pineapple juice
mountaineering, romantic cruise
stick-it notes and scented letters
white rose petals and silver glitters
dusty slip-on and faded pantaloons
sweetened berries and tasty prunes
smooth raps and slow rock hits
magnetic charm and awesome wits
11:11 verses and chicken bones
starry night skies, pebbles and stones
a perfect score, crispy pizza crust
locks and highlights, passionate lust
skirts and pumps, pictures of us
Halloween treats and wedding fuss
hot cappuccino, jam and jelly
first paycheck, winning the lottery
chocolate mousse, ice cold drinks
ocean waves, seductive winks
silk and laces, laughs after cries
cool car drifting and belly butterflies
left hand scribbles, messy hair buns
Oakley goggles and water guns
funny jokes, late night talks
rainy days, twilight walks
flickering lights, vintage cars
logs in swamps and monkey bars
a hopeful daybreak, latte aroma
fogged up glasses, squeaky veranda
carnation in bloom, warm summer breeze
slow love-making, trimmed cypress trees
naughty kiddie play, blindfolds and tricks
mistletoe and acorns, fresh and fancy kicks
baked salmons and grilled corn
ending fights and a newborn
free-verse poetry, an orchestral song
a stranger's smile, a dancing throng
finishing a novel, Luna's glow
binding friendships, December snow
but the best thing for me, I'd like you to know
is to tell you finally that I Love You So.
When my eyes first opened for the world
With my cries aloud and my body curled
Her bright smile put the sun to shame
And her warm embrace was the one to tame.
Through the wounds I get when I stumble down
And the tears I shed when I feel a clown
She would come running in the barest feet
And try to save me from my drowning fleet.
At times we get ourselves in a fight
And we cuss and fuss with all our might
But when our hate and rage finally subside
We would smile and swallow up our pride.
She knows me better than I know myself
And my monsters lurking behind the shelf
She’s got the best medicine I've ever known
To every sickness that my body had sown.
Her wrinkles are her boldest legacy
For the love and care she gave to me
That I can’t help but give back in return
A promise that I have tirelessly sworn.
Let the earth devour our bodies weak
Crush our brittle bones in the grayest bricks
Still my heart and soul will always remember
That I have the world’s greatest mother!
I was strolling one day with my head in the air,
On a string it did float as it brushed the clouds there,
With the mind up so high and the feet down so low,
The body does never know which way to go,
And so the pavement I followed as I looked to the sky,
And noticed nothing of the things that went by,
Just the violent breeze that did ruffle my hair,
And the puffs of white clouds that were ever so fair,
Out of my skin did my bones nearly jolt,
When a touch on my arm did make my feet halt,
And with the string of my head passing hand from hand,
Did a strange pair of arms bring my head back to land,
When my eyes came to focus, what I did see,
Was a tall, hooded figure standing opposite me,
“Come to my cat-house.” The creature did say,
And for some unknown reason I couldn’t help but obey,
We walked for some time, through the winding roads long,
I had a strange feeling, and that feeling was strong,
Familiar was I with this stranger right here,
A familiar stranger is something quite queer,
We came to a house which was ten stories high,
Said the stranger, “Come in. Come on, give it a try.”
So I followed the footsteps of my strange, hooded guide,
And with deep breaths and nervous I stepped right inside,
Nothing would prepare me for what I did see,
A pair of big, round eyes staring at me,
There stood the figure, yes, the figure did stand,
About two feet from me with a cat in one hand,
“Now, will you stroke it?” Said the mysterious one,
It told me to do it, that it would be such fun,
I told the strange figure I would not condone,
“I have my own cat, and I stroke it at home.”
It said “Bring it to me, I’ll give it a fuss.
Here kitty kitty, here puss puss puss!”
This made me uneasy, it caused me alarm,
I tried to make off but was caught by an arm,
“Stay with me, darling.” It whispered in my ear,
I quivered in fright, oh, I quivered in fear,
I told this mad stranger that I would not obey,
It asked me, “Why not? Why don’t you want to play?”
“Is there something wrong? Don’t you like cats?”
“Oh no” Replied I “The problem’s not that.”
“The thing is, I love cats. I honestly do!
The problem’s not that. The problem is you.”
With that the stranger’s eyes did open so wide,
I was I might trip and fall right inside!
So with my legs did I run and I did not stop
until I got through my front door with a skip and a hop.
And I locked every lock and I chained every chain,
And I prayed I would never meet this stranger again.
So if you’re ever out walking with your head in the clouds,
Be careful who’s watching, who’s creeping around,
Because next time, it might not just be a cat,
It could be a dog, and you can’t escape that!
Coming on in leaps and bounds
surveying all that he surrounds
banging on his playpen
nearly knocking it over again
think he’s gone to big for that thing
maybe a hang from the door swing
I got him a walker
he just sits still
becomes a talker
it seems that once he’s given the freedom
no longer wants it, more secure in his kingdom
maybe its out of his comfort zone?
makes him feel lost and alone
Is this the same for all of us
banging the walls, making a fuss
if our every wish was granted
would we suddenly feel stranded?
if we live without hope
pretty soon we run out of scope
we need something to rebel against
otherwise our thoughts are filled with angst
How can these little ones
Bear so many scars
Like So many weights
Dragging Along the past
These little eyes
Have seen to much
For the giant world
To silence their fuss
We think they see nothing
And they think that too
But they see more than us
And there's nothing we can do
To erase their past
So they don't know what they've seen
All our Worldly efforts can do
Is help patch up their seam
Soon there will be no fairy lights
No wands to disappear
The best I can offer, A real true friend
Who can take away your fears
In surgery a heart is opened
So it can be repaired
Please listen carefully, you won't stay lost
He has a love to share
And somethings pulling, a string inside
I hope to promise in special time
I'll help to save you from this wicked world
And let your light to shine