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Arcassin B Oct 31
By Arcassin Burnham

Die if your a witness,
You could testify , go ahead , it's a crooked justice system,
Gotham ain't no better,
Even if they could quiet my storm, ain't no perfect
Wayne's take the feather, tickling us with it,
And you wanna be stable in this *******?
I'll let you do the ***** work for me,
Y'all slaughtered each other for centuries,

Joker your the one to talk to if there's nobody.
Yeah I talk to myself,
Saying that your building a better future for all
when all of y'all don't take care of y'all selves,
Have to better y'all selves,
Turn back the clock for the weaklings,
You say you want a better world? Maybe?
And y'all still look at me and say I'm crazy,
I use to have a life before this lady,
Before I ever met my dear harley,
When the bat knocked me down , chemically,
And when it made me crazy eternally,
I'll never stop killing but you know the bat can't **** me,
Taking a life is inner peace for me,
Learning experiences all up under me,
25 lives in a distant memory,
Crime Prince Of Crime Signing Out,
Am I Really...

Arcassin B Oct 24
By Arcassin Burnham

Soul Demented , loyal replenish,
In a sea of sharks,
Dogs and cats and bats will get in the way of my heart,
And that is to see all that has been made crash and burn,
I am destined for this purpose, calling to my worth,

Do you wanna see the world burn like I do?
Make families perish into ash like I do?
Put smiles on everyone's face like I do?
Or get revenge on the man who abandons you,
Smiles , smiles , smiles makes the planet die off.
Smiles , smiles , smiles makes the planet die off.

Jason , Jason , don't you think the old man would have noticed
that his second bird is about to his get his wings cut off?
Jason , Jason , your mom went to great lengths just to get you
to me , just let the trust thing rub off,
Like the bones off your flesh when I wail on you with this crowbar
making a ****** mess on the floor, the one that I just mopped,
He'll never find his bird locked in cage , my old distant frienemy,
I wish I could do this to all my enemies.

Aaron LaLux Sep 15
Bought a painting of Jaden Smith,
now wait before you diss,
give me a second to explain,
there’s a story that goes along with it,

see he had a show in LA,
and of course it was on the 7th,
3rd show of the tour,
and the tour was called Vision,

I hadn’t planned to go,
didn’t even know about the show,
until my brother Alpha told me about it,
and the cards aligned in a row,

see a few days before,
I’d backed my car into a wall,
and I had to take it to East LA,
to get it fixed in other words resolved,

now it just so happened,
that the day I took it to get fixed,
was the same day as Jaden’s show,
now that’s some Cosmicness,

see the show was downtown,
and I usually don’t go east of the 405,
but this time I did to get my car fixed,
and I asked a friend to pick me up because I couldn’t drive,

so she picked me up,
and then my other friend told me of an art show,
at a place called The Brewery,
and man how I love art shows,

so after dropping off the car,
and went to The Brewery,
where I bought some art,
because I like to collect future history,

now the girl that had picked me up,
was having a rough day,
because her brother had died 6 months earlier,
and today was his birthday,

so she had to leave,
and go to the beach,
and I stayed behind,
to let her have some peace,

and as it so happened,
there was another anniversary at a gallery called The Hive,
I told you the cards were in a row,
and of course the stars were aligned,

so I went to the next art gallery,
got a ride there from a beautiful Polish chic,
bought some more art at there as well,
I guess I am what a Collector is,

then it just so happened,
that I was walking distance from Jaden’s show,
so I walked through downtown,
until I arrived at The Novo,

now I didn’t have a ticket,
and the show as sold out,
but I found a side door,
and it opened right up,

I went inside,
and got with the vibes,
man that kid Jaden,
knows how to get the crowd hyped,

during the show,
I kept seeing someone in the front row,
try to hand Jaden a painting,
a painting of himself,

after the show,
I was thrown Jaden’s yellow bandana,
then I exited outside,
and away from the arena,

when I got to the exit,
I saw the kid with the painting,
it had Jaden and Willow’s signature,
and as I said before I collect paintings,

so I bought it right then and there,
blame synchronicities,
so it’s not so much I seek out art,
as art comes to me,

all part of the vision,
of starting the Art Center in New Zealand,
where we can feel safe and socialize,
and remember what it was like when we still had feelings,

and all that I see now,
in this painting I have,
of Jaden Smith,
dressed as Batman,

bought a painting of Jaden Smith,
now wait before you diss,
give me a second to explain,
there’s a story that goes along with it…

∆ LaLux ∆

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To be prepared for anything you must prepare for everything.
This mindset among many makes the "Caped Crusader" king.
Trust no one, not even yourself may have kept the Bat alive,
but learning to trust your comrades makes the justice league thrive.
superheroes save the day and it may sometimes lead to pride,
but Batman couldn't save the day without Robin by his side.
Sometimes I feel like Batman, the weight of Gotham on my shoulders,
but to be a piece of a team means I can help save the world.
A life of "healthy" paranoia only leads to great pain.
So I'll be content just being Bruce Wayne.

When you fight to protect a city of night,
you need to be able to make your own light.
Batman eating *****
Was the only reason
I used to drink Red Dog.
An old black brick layer
Pointed it out to me after
Work one day when he
Pulled one out of his ice
Chest and tossed it to me,
Then told me to flip the can
Over and tell him what I saw.
There he was, munching
Away in between two bent
Legs with his bat cowl on!
The beer tasted like ****,
And it gave you the mother
Of all hangovers, but I
Was hooked after that for
Nothing more than to share
The joke with my degenerate
Drinking buddies. They had a
Sense of humor that eternally
Resided in the gutter just
Like mine. I don't even
Know if they still make that
Pigswill, but if I ever found it
I'd buy a case just for the
Nostalgia. Plus it's always
Fun to see one of your least
Favorite DC Comics heroes
In a compromising situation.
©James Dennis Casey IV
Though reading horror stories (macabre),
     an only every now and again
     genre crazy wave
washing over me like
     a killer tsunami,
     (subsequently fueling
     desperation) to save
thine scrawny ****,

     (a derriere laughing stock,
     and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
     hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
     rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
     nonetheless lock into
     critical opening sentence determining,
     whether adroit kingly author

     nimbly setting the stage and pave
ving what thenceforth, pro
     misses tubby a cell out ace
in the hole captive audience
     (me, this apt pupil), doth brace
himself (by all counts once
     a bad little kid) deserving, well...now...
just a bag of bones,

     who fiendishly cackles
     when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like),
whereat after opening sentence, an instantaneous
     possessive gnarly hand
     forcibly grabs my attention
     presaging and frightening
     yours truly (juiced in case
ye did not know),

     where within the bazaar
     of bad dreams epic,
     which seems like forever,
     when I finally erase
and exorcise the bogeyman who,
     masterfully, immediately,
     dramatically got woven
     lady chattery teeth and all

     withering wicked warp and woof
     establishing (proof positive),
     an excellently crafted
    Chiral Mad heavily shades
     of night are falling
     gussying haunting place,
where the color of evil permeates
     every cerebral space
with darkness, said

     sub rosa prime evil punctuates
     the mind this dream catcher,
     whence after four past midnight
the reaper's image appears
sending adrenaline rush,
     viz flight or fight blind

did, when firestarter alarm didst grind
passage of time manifesting dark forces
     blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined
     up battleground formation
     from the borderlands of my mind
this even before turning
     the first page where the eyes
     of drag'n my afterlife shined!
Two wrestlers in training came to dance
In Maui and Batman pajama pants.
Mortal foes were they - and this match vital
To determine which contender earned the title.

The tension fierce - the blows began.
Batman clearly had the upper hand.
But Maui was fast and fought with heart -
He was moving quick and moving smart.

Well-paired they were - there’s been no fight fairer
Until Maui took a chance and made a grave error.
He took the match to his parents’ bed
And attempting a jump - fell and banged his head.

Now Batman could have declared clear victory
And celebrated poor Maui’s goose-egg misery.
But instead he went and got ice for it
And told his distraught Maui-brother - “I forfeit”.
I can’t help but find it amusing that the outcome of a match still mattered even to the one that got hurt, but it totally did!
Kassandra Mar 21
I fell for a madman, a lunatic, a clown
Knowing this all I can do is frown
For so many years I took his abuse
Him hunting a man who hides as Bruce

This cakey clown makeup will cover the bruise
A temporary reminder not to give him bad news
He threw me out the window, it’s not the first time
It’s all my fault, I got in the way of his crime

One thing I needed to remember, he’s the star of the show
It’s him and Batman, him and his foe
I was just a puppet, a means to an end
Maybe that why I met Ivy, I just needed a friend

I was charged to mend and fix his head
But it was him who got inside mine instead
My ambition clouded my judgment, all could see
He saw this flaw and decided to overtake me

I became his Harlequin, or at least I guess I was meant too
The issue is I thought for myself and didn’t share his worldview
He lured me in with sadness and my pity
He told me we would in the future rule Gotham city

I believed him, I changed into a red and black lackey
He said he just wanted to bring smiles and make himself happy
Mad love, it’s what the sirens called it
I guess they were right; how did I not take a hint?

But he never loved me, that much to me is now obvious
He hit, punched and dragged me, how was I so oblivious?
I was just a **** in his mad Puppet play
I guess the joke was on me, isn’t that right Mr. J?
From Harley's perspective after everything went sour
Deep in the stillness of the night,
as I look out at the city
after a fresh rain
-when the fog lies among
glittering pillars
of iron and glass-
I ponder how the Los Angeles skyline
looks like Gotham.

Hazed and half expecting to see
the Batman
perched atop the U.S. Bank tower,
I rub my eyes and hope
sleep find me soon,
so I may dream of serving
as Catwoman's scratching post,
while Joker holds the camera
in the corner.
It's late and I'm tired so I didn't put a whole lot of effort in this one
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