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Blake Holland Poem
Your love is real
the love you feel.
Your love is great
the love you make.
Your records are on fire
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy,
or be fat and lazy.
So I played some Doors
and saw some whores.
So I said goodbye
and they all must die, fool.
So dig my guts
and eat my brain
and then go insane.
I don't
Care I love it
so forget it, Punk!
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Blake Holland Poem
Why are you here?
said Jimi
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
You don't know what I saw!
said Izabella
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
Have you heard about the wall?
said Pink
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
Why did you kill them all?
said Jimi
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
Dedicated To Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd
Jimi Hendrix
1942-1970
R.I.P.
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Blake Holland Poem
When I die
please call the cops
don't lie
then put my body on some hot rocks.
play 2Pac
over my block
to honor me
then spread my ashes across the Black Sea.
My life of sin
will be over
when the train pulls in
life will be on my shoulder.
I'm in the zone
all alone.
When I'm gone
will it turn you on?
will it make you happy?
will it make you sad?
will it make you go crazy?
and will it make you mad?
When I die
don't tell my dad
he's a father that I never had,
just another face in my broken past.
The good memories
never seem to last.
Let life go on
for my son
may he never touch a gun.
I'll fly like a lightning rod
to the house of god.
This life is getting stranger
everywhere I go
I'm always in danger.
Let my soul linger on
let em' drop the bomb
let em' sing this song
learn right from wrong
smoke out of my bong
let the band play on.
When I die
will you cry?
will you try
to lie
about the way I died?
Will you honor my pride?
Illuminati confirmed
I will lay where my homies burned.
Everything I've seen
everything I've learned.
You've turned.
I hope I still grow
after I go.
I hope my rhymes will heard
all my words
by the birds
far away
okay.
I hope I don't go like Marvin Gaye
but, it's better to burn out
than to fade away.
When I die
will you cry?
Will you try
to lie
about the way I died?
Will you honor my pride?
Now, I know
I said and did a lot of things.
That I hurt you.
That's what really stings
because I know how much you tried
to help me through.
Play those strings.
All my love
all the hard times
all these rhymes
and those crimes.
Your my dove
my first true love.
You will always be in my heart
I made the teardrops start.
All my art
walking after dark
my fiction is stark.
When I die
will you cry?
Will you try
to lie
about the way I died?
Will you honor my pride?
Don't reject
my respect
for the dead
or I'll pump your guts full of lead.
You will see a lot of red.
I'm a thug
when I'm holdin' a slug.
If I catch wind
of you harming my friend
it will be your end.
Enough said.
When I die
will you cry?
Will you try
to lie
about the way I died?
Will you honor my pride?
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The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.
Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.
I don't smoke
and I've never done coke.
Believe me
I know that I don't always tell thruth
and that I like to lie.
There has been enough brains fried.
Poet till I die.
Dedicated To All The Victims Of Addiction.
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The innocence is transfusing
and overturning
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging
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Blake Holland Poem
Part 1: Save Us
The whole world went to pot
when, 2pac was shot
on the spot.
Why do Innocent people have to die?
Why do we have to sit and watch, as mothers cry?
People forgive the unforgiven.
Why do people have spend the rest of they're lives in prison?
Part 2: Save Me
I act like a dick
in public.
I'm not crazy,
god just needs to save me.
I guess I'm in the zone.
That's why I'm sitting here alone.
Dedicated To Tupac Shakur.
1971-1996
R.I.P.
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Blake Holland Poem
For no man he should see
Working the fields of cotton
wishing one day he would be free
He works a hard days pay
In his bed he should lay
Waiting for the day to end
He has never been loved by a soul on this earth
And he never had friend
Until at last he was free
Now he is loved by everyone
And everybody
He sings a song everday
For the greater glory of men
And he works every now and then
He hides trying not to be caught
Until he was shot
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a butterfly flys so high
in the sky
like a kite
but you were just flying by
and you found me
in your kingdom by the sea
i will love you forever
will you love me ?
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The radio blasts Johnny Cash
as I leave
I step on my cigarette ash.
I got a lot on my mind
I'm looking for love that I'll never find, in this town.
Let the Illuminati
take my body
to the ground.
All my songs have the same old sound.
The police are trying to hunt me down
with bloodhounds.
I'm a fugitive
should I let you in
are you MC Ren?
or just my best friend?
I don't know
you won't show
your face
I gotta get out of this place
it won't grow
I gotta get a taste
of this pain
before I go insane.
Break a pencil
I'm sitting in this temple
look it's simple.
Give me a chance
I'm not kidding
this isn't some stupid dance.
Can I stay at your place?
I can't show my face.
I still love you
will never shove you
always will stay above you.
Always gonna burn
now I'm hurt
a couple of cuts
some gravel in my guts
always grabbing my nutts.
Love the way you lie,
cry,
try to make me real
all this anger I feel
I'm scared of death
but, that's the only thing left.
We don't die
we multiply.
So don't cry
when I leave
if you must
blow your nose in your sleeve
like a shirt
you gotta weave
just breathe in
like the hearts of lonely men
Life of sin
the last bottle of gin.
I gotta set up a plot
so I won't get shot
on this ground
where I rot
that's time I don't got.
I'll just start runnin'
when I hear em' gunnin'.
I don't wanna go back to jail
and burn in hell
sitting in that cell.
I'm glad I woke up to a smile
in my bedroom
before I blew up cocaine
in my living room
grab that broom
before we meet our doom.
It's getting near dawn
the game is on
now I'm gone.
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We didn't start the fire
we just built an empire
of people who can't read, or spell
that's why they go to jail
and then die, and burn in hell.
Books like Fifty Shades Of Grey
now, everyone is gay.
We've become a broken down system
the 7 deadly sins,
can you list em'?
I bet you can't even read
no,
you rather sit at home and smoke weed,
that makes you're lungs bleed.
We need,
more people like me
that write poetry,
can't you see
what has happened to our society.
2Pac for president
not some idiot,
who isn't even a legal resident.
We like music
by artists who can't sing
now, we trash Stephen King,
what does this mean?
People go insane
when they look at the bullet,
in their best friend's brain.
We need more changes
and less gun ranges
shooting strangers
all this anger
putting other people in danger
is only cool for a fool
that's why we need to go to school.
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