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Brutals Justice: rough draftBeauty though easy on the eyes, is not without its price, for it is beauty's pain and misery that are least understood. It is with beauty that love is made on the wrong grounds. It is with beauty that all crimes become easy to hide, for who can help but lose focus of the real goal, in the face of true beauty.
   Woodland was like this. Its beauty rivaled the morning dew or the rising sun bursting the sky into flames of pink and gold, the full moon casting its pale rays over the forest. But the Woodlands splendor was not, as beauty cannot be, without its price; Which was that for every crystal lake, every towering oak, every grassy meadow, t
Writing as LifeDescription bleeds from my eyes dripping always down
onto my hands, you see, they are red,
My paper, my parchment, my opportunity
white as the snow until in red it finds its beauty
Scenes I create , never for nothing, each line tears

life, my canvas, blank walls all waiting my command
Naked and bleeding I spin, the walls eager, smile
In short, on the long, I grow ever more tired
Finished, where is white to be found
none more can be written here,I come to a stop
haggard and old without a drop of crimson life

Knees bent head bowed my tears leak, pure
and everything fades
Black Red drip dripBlack red drip drip

It was supposed to be fun
walking there without a care
it happened so fast it was done
left asking who when where

Black red drip drip

we were running
across the street
never heard the engine gunning
or seen a car so fleet

Black red drip drip

The color of night
he sped out of the darkness
no chance to put up a fight
no one had seen such starkness

Black red drip drip

crimson in the night spilled
laying in the street shaking
she was soon to have been killed
weeping quietly they watch her, quaking

Black red drip drip

car crashed driver dead
his blood dripping off the steering wheel
face crushed, his head
Laffer Jakhis face is seen, his words are heard
his intentions are more easily concealed
a chameleon, he sheds his persona
just as we throw out the trash
you may meet him, speak with him
his perfect composure disarming
it is only later his cold hands slit your throat
you can run, but how can you hide from a shadow
from what you do not know

surrounded, boxed in I see my prison this world
they laugh and they cry for they are real
I hate them for the ease with which they feel
though it has been said that I feel, laugh even
my laughter however is not something you would ever wish to hear
for it comes unbidden, unwanted, and uncalled for
wh
a schoolThe greatest light shines far to brightly.  Its scorching light refusing to come from only above; Instead it emanates from every crevice and crack of the old building.  The hanging sign creaks softly in the moaning wind, only fragments of what was once written there remain.  The irony lies in that even the sign seems to have rebelled against everything taught there, doing so with the simple drop of a letter.   The breeze is a teasing hope that is all but forgotten.  Rustling weeds wave there hands joyously steadfastly rejoicing in any weather. Their pale green is the only sign of life in this barren concrete wasteland.  Walls that once stood

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Agent of Chaos

:iconpsychofr3akartjoker:

I am an agent of chaos
because chaos is pure
it doest choose
it doesn't care
but in its apathy it is perfect
if a child dies so be it
if a mother cries so be it
when a bird flies so be it
its fair if its by chance
because in chance there is no choice
no choice no voice
hahahahaha
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birds will fly children die in circles Rosie we all fall down

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A poem inspired by cocobitz [link] and his art work "Without Batman, Crime has no Punchline" here is the original picture [link] this picture made me think of a tired sad joker
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~spyrodrago Jun 7, 2013
Naw, poor joker.
I think this is near something that the joker wold say :XD:
If that's where your going at, but other wise I love the poem. It makes a lot of seance :D
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~amealea Apr 2, 2012
Nice, exactly what he would say :iconiloveyouplz:
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~psychofr3akartjoker Apr 2, 2012
thanks
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~amealea Apr 2, 2012
Yeah :iconiloveyouplz:
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~psychofr3akartjoker Mar 23, 2012
thank you everyone :)
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~xSakuraKurox Mar 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I LOVE it!
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~hyper12345 Mar 22, 2012  Student
Amazing :D
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~cocobitz Mar 22, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
THis rocks dude, you are insane
Keep up the great work!
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