⭐Danna Sol⭐
✨By: D.E.T.✨

Who am I?
Somebody give me a sign?
Can anyone justify?
When I cry?
Can someone tell me what's my purpose ?
Why am I feelin' all nervous?
Maybe today will be my last time to face
This surface
As soon as I arrive
Home I'm goanna cry
But there is a problem (s)
Dropping on the bottom
And I don't think I can solve them
Yeah, I can see
That I'm about to bleed
All I need
Is to flee
Maybe all I need is breathe
Is fresh air
I'm on top of my head
Thinking I should be dead
So, I look at the bottle
Of pills I'm having trouble
Tell myself  can't do this anymore so, I wanna end this
Because I don't wanna pretend this
Soon as the pills pop
I drop
And my eyes close
I hear this echoes
Tellin' me I'm a waste
So, in this case
I'm getting myself out of this space
I wake up in the hospital
I'm feeling awful
All I can do is cry
In ask myself why
Life  gotta be so, hard
There's this blackboard
Telling me I can go forward
In I think I should do my revenge
So, yes I'm going through changes
So, I can stand on those stages
Yeah y'all goanna be in this cages
Lock up
Hook up
So, look up
This were my troubles
That I struggle
I kept my eyes open
Yet, I was hopeless
While I was choking
In y'all were joking
Yeah, you buddy
Don't feel so, lucky
Cause I'm gonna play my part
That's goanna be your heart
Yes, I'm talking to you  boy
Yeah, you are the toy
That I'm goanna enjoy
No, no one has a choice
Y'all are goanna run out of air
When y'all see this glare
I don't care
But I dare you
To come step on my shoe
I bet you
Will drop dead
All I feel is angry
Because all he felt was sorry
Yeah I'm mad at you
For not having a clue
How to glue
My shoe
And for putting me through
This blue mood
Soon as I walk out this door
I'm gonna ignore
Your words cause I declare war
Cause this is was you ask for
"War"
Yes, I'm looking at my yesterday
I was put in jeopardy
In y'all goanna get what you deserve
Cause you severe
What y'all gonna get
Is a hit
Fake girls
With fake pearls
You girls
Are goanna be collapsing
In I'm goanna be on the top laughing
Yeah, I'm goanna rip
Your ribs
So, y'all can feel what I felt
Yeah, my heart is already melt
Cause it's my turn to make y'all suffer
Yeah, I'm already tougher
Call me a monster
But know this I begin to get stronger
Just know the Lilly
You knew ain't the same
Maybe be the name
But when you see me furious
Y'all gonna take me serious
What came back was for my revenge
Yes, I want to see you on this cage
Cuz this is my revenge

I've never been the type of kid
Who fits in cause they think I ain't nothing
But in top of my head I keep it clear I am something
I've never been the type of kid
Who fits in cause they don't listen
So, I start to wish in
All I want is piece of peace
But when you got haters
You got their names written on the papers
No one know that
My life is all mystery
So, that's why Keep on moving me
Cause this is the play, place, page I don't wanna be
Cause I got a lot to complete
And compete
Y'all talkin about how gross
This goes
Yeah, keep your nose
And toes
On my episodes
But take this slow
Cause y'all don't know
If this show
Is goanna blow
Y'all don't know
How much hate I got , cause I have to fight to plot my dots
So, this people can see my point
I lost my faith
I lost my taste
On this world
I lost my word's, roads
Y'all don't know what means to stand on this corner
In hear this people  say, and think you have some type of disorder
They just don't know
Cause they can't hear me
Cause all they think is the can heal me
With this medicines
That makes me get the aches
Yeah, I said it I get the shakes
When I ain't
Taking what they put me on the table
Cause those pills are not capable
To change or heal my mental illness
This illness that I got in my brain
Is something you can't fix
But mix

Y'all don't know
Y'all just don't know
Only myself and I

Y'all don't know
Y'all just don't know
how it's to be treated like a dope


I'm always all alone
Yeah, people say look at that girl
Walking alone
Come on she's all on her own
This bullies come up to you in do their show I'm ready, to get hurt
Get treated like dirt
Yeah, you know when you show up on school they are goanna play you like a fool
Same cycle same names
Same life with this people who treat you unfriendly
Got my enemy next to me
Im this is the place that I don't want to be in
Cause I get beaten up
Even if you speak up they keep on
Till you get gone

the drops of dew cling
like petulant children
to the rusty stars of
the barbed wire fence

while below the sodden
ground is scarred with
the long footed imprints
of rabbit tracks
tufts of their fur can be found on the sharp edged
sticks of the fern fronds
that have been broken
by their hurried passing.

the sun light can only
be described as dappled
as it cascades in shifting
shafts of mote filled magnificence through
the slowly shifting leaves
of the gum tree canopy

and in the distance the bellbird peals
that clear sweet noted song
that brings a smile to my lips

in the underbrush a shuffling sound arises
an animal too wary of me
most probably a wombat
but perhaps something
more exotic, a bilby or
echinda, mayhap a goanna
i am destined not to know
as the sound recedes off
to the west....

and the kookaburras call
loud and raucous overhead

i walk on following the track
by the old fence...
so very aware, that,
here in the  aussie bush.
i am the indtruder....

By:D.E.T

No money, no family
Sixteen
Living in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Living in misery

I remember when it all used to be simple
But with no cash it only turn's into triple

Back from memory
I remember there was no misery
When I had my family

Yeah, but I got this dream
That I have to follow
So, I gotta swallow
My tears that are about to drop

Yeah, had to wake up and leave New York
For my business work

No money, no family
Going to the middle of Miami
People from Miami are asking me
Why do I wanna work if I'm only sixteen
But I ain't gonna repeat this
Got alot business

Sixteen, Sixteen
Middle of Miami
Gotta take off the bus

Looking at windows alot of traffic
On the road
On the row
But  just goanna keep on
Yeah, there ain't turn back down
No, I won't frown

No money, no family
Sixteen
Middle of Miami
Hidin' my sense of expression
Cuz I'm falling into depression

But as I sow how this thing life works
It only makes me go harder
And get stronger

Funny how the people who kicked me
Now stick to me
Funny how they act like they help me get to the to the top
When all they did is tired drop
Me down into the ground

I remember when I was struggling
Y'all smirk
As y'all threw off more work
But that only made me get harder
Get tougher
Cuz my struggle
Is the only thing I am trusting

Now it's money, and family
Cuz as I work
I kept that smirk
Cuz as I trusted my struggle's
It only made me hit the score
To go harder

Once upon a time, somewhere
When the seagulls speeded
With a bike to a night that
Popped new tyres and did
Not wipe the rain, storm and
Long blue letters that spoke,
I remember you, I remember you

Chillies that swam across the earth
To a milky way where seasons
Changed, candles blew over
Secret nights and lodges Mum
Did not know, emotionlessness fails,
Don’t fly away because
I remember you, I remember you

There’s a standing table and
Papers all around, the ghost
That tiptoed into a bedroom
Where an insomniac fooled
With magic pen and blue eyes
I see you smiling and you know
I remember you, I remember you

Get on the chair and climb
Up to my swing, I’ll take you
To my city and show little jingles.
I caught the sun inside my-
Palm, your little town and
A comic store, look at this!
I remember you, I remember you

I should start making sushies,
Swim across a little ocean
To find a Mickey world of
Endless topics and FIFO workers
You're probably goanna **** me
For the good things I did not write
But you do remember me, don't you?

Away up the top  in Australia
Simply days drive from anywhere at all~
We were camped on the side of a river bank
Not far from a wet season water fall~
Running outa food to some extent
I assured them we were fine~
That I as camp cook had enough to last us
And tonight as usual we were gonna dine~
We were up there on a top end fishing trip
And Id been up there before~
Where the best fish were only caught
In the land that I adore~
One bloke had a friend with him
Who was a city well fed chum~
And he kept boasting how his wife could cook
As he sat swigging on the last of his ***~
I knew they were going up stream for the day
To fish and do some prospecting up the way~
And I told them tonight a real Irish stew
And he replied that sounds real good ay~
He said no way I can eat that bush tucker
I gotta have whats proper and comes from shops~
I don't eat that out back wild bush Tucker stuff
It ll never pass through my chops~
But Irish stew yes that ll do
It sounds real good ta me~
When we get back from up the track
I ll have my share you wait an see~
So they left in one direction
And I left in the other~
Hoping the thick bushland would act as
To my rifle shots a cover~
I shot a Roo and a Goanna
A Bandicoot and one wild cat~
And then I shot a large parrot
Got a young croc in the water and headed back~
A little ways from the camp
I used a fallen log as a butchers block~
And then I got this big bucket full
Of meaty bits right to the top~
The fire now lit and big cooking *** half full
I went on a wild herb search~
And when down by the river again
I got my self a pool trapped perch~
Added it as well to the stew
With bush herbs and thickened with some flour~
And I can tell in awhile it smelt so good
When they d be due back in about an hour~
Had honey Id robbed from a distant hive
So I made a patty cake or two~
With what flour I had left
Yep .... That ll surely do~
Well when they got back the aroma drifted
And they picked it up down the track~
And couldn't wait to eat the lot
And complimented the cook for the snack~
The city bloke that did all the complaining
About running out of food~
Said he was sorry that he went on a bit
And didn't mean to be at all rude~
He said Id have died if I had to eat bush Tucker
And believe me it is true~
In all my life .. including the wife
Never tasted a better Irish stew~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright ( 1970 )  .....2018

Away up the top out in the back blocks
Simply days drive from anywhere at all~
We were camped on the side of a river bank
Not far from a wet season come water fall~
We were running out of food to some extent
I assured them all we were just fine~
That I as camp cook had enough to last us
And tonight as usual we were all going to dine~
We were way up there on a top end fishing trip
And I'd been up there a good few times before~
Where the best fish were only ever caught
In a land that I came to adore~
One bloke there had a friend with him
Who was a real city well fed chum~
And he kept boasting how his wife could cook
As he sat swigging on the last of his ***~
I knew they were going up stream for the day
To fish and do some prospecting up the way~
And I told them tonight a real Irish stew
And he replied that sounds real good mate ay~
He said no way I could eat that bush tucker
I got to have whats proper and comes from shops~
I don't eat that out back wild bush Tucker stuff
It'll never ever get pass or through my chops~
But an Irish stew yes that'll sure do
And it sounds real good to me~
When we get back from up the track
I'll have my share of that you wait an see~
So they eventually left in one direction
And I eventually left in the other~
Hoping the thick bushland would act as
To my rifle shots a cover~
I shot a Roo and a Goanna later on
A Bandicoot and soon one wild cat~
And then I shot a large wild parrot
Got a young croc in the water and headed back~
A little ways from the camp where we were
I used a fallen log as a butchers block~
And then I got this big bucket full
Of meaty bits right to the top~
The fire now lit and big cooking *** half full
I then went on a wild herb search~
And when I got down by the river again
I got my self a pool trapped perch~
Added it as well to the Irish stew
With bush herbs and thickened with some flour~
And I can tell in awhile it smelt so good
And they'd be due back in about an hour~
I had honey I'd robbed from a distant hive
So I made a patty cake or two~
With what flour I had left at the time
Yep .... That'll surely do~
Well when they got back the aroma drifted
And they picked it up coming down the track~
And couldn't wait to eat the whole lot
And complimented the cook then for the snack~
The city bloke that did all the complaining
About running out of food~
Said he was sorry that he went on a bit
And didn't mean to be at all rude~
He said I'd have died if I had to eat bush Tucker
And believe me it is true~
In all my life .. including the wife
Never tasted a better Irish stew~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1970  .. now 2018