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Array ( [sid] => 117592 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Joker [time] => 2006-04-03 01:46:08 [hometext] => This is about someone i've never met.... [bodytext] => Joker, that’s what they call you,
You stand alone,
Commanding hundreds,
To do this you had to close your heart,
Close your eyes,
Close your ears,
To the screams of the suffering,
And to the pain of deep loss.
Silently you stand,
Watching over what’s yours,
To never let go if you find you can trust,
Joker, that’s what they call you.

How long has it been since you shad a tear?
How long has it been since you held something dear?
How long have you been trapped in this crimson prison?

Joker, that’s what they call you,
You have people to protect,
You have a horrible job to do,
So you must never feel a thing,
Just wake up every morning to the same scene.
Could you ever be free?
Could you ever be loved?
I’m sure such thoughts have hunted your dreams,
But when was the last time you even had a dream?
Your eyes are like stones,
And your face like flint,
Joker, that’s what they call you.

How long has it been since all this began?
How long have you lived in this hell?
How long must all this hate go on?

Joker, that’s what they call you,
Does that name mean anything to you?
Its kill or be killed that’s understood,
Its hate and be hated in the hood,
You deal or your dealt to,
To survive and put food on the table,
You have to give all it takes,
And it ends up taking all of you,
Your mind, heart, body and your soul,
All you must give,
If even for another day you will live,
Joker, that’s what they call you......

But you will find no judgment from me.......






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Joker

Contributed by Alison on Monday, 3rd April 2006 @ 01:46:08 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



Joker, that’s what they call you,
You stand alone,
Commanding hundreds,
To do this you had to close your heart,
Close your eyes,
Close your ears,
To the screams of the suffering,
And to the pain of deep loss.
Silently you stand,
Watching over what’s yours,
To never let go if you find you can trust,
Joker, that’s what they call you.

How long has it been since you shad a tear?
How long has it been since you held something dear?
How long have you been trapped in this crimson prison?

Joker, that’s what they call you,
You have people to protect,
You have a horrible job to do,
So you must never feel a thing,
Just wake up every morning to the same scene.
Could you ever be free?
Could you ever be loved?
I’m sure such thoughts have hunted your dreams,
But when was the last time you even had a dream?
Your eyes are like stones,
And your face like flint,
Joker, that’s what they call you.

How long has it been since all this began?
How long have you lived in this hell?
How long must all this hate go on?

Joker, that’s what they call you,
Does that name mean anything to you?
Its kill or be killed that’s understood,
Its hate and be hated in the hood,
You deal or your dealt to,
To survive and put food on the table,
You have to give all it takes,
And it ends up taking all of you,
Your mind, heart, body and your soul,
All you must give,
If even for another day you will live,
Joker, that’s what they call you......

But you will find no judgment from me.......










Copyright © Alison ... [ 2006-04-03 01:46:08]
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Re: Joker (User Rating: 1 )
by whiteleo1984 on Monday, 3rd April 2006 @ 02:11:12 AM AEST
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i have met him...


Re: Joker (User Rating: 1 )
by Vermillion on Monday, 3rd April 2006 @ 02:29:21 AM AEST
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excellent poem, very well written and very hard hitting

~Vermillion~


Re: Joker (User Rating: 1 )
by Abhisek on Monday, 3rd April 2006 @ 12:12:06 PM AEST
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Hard Very very hard. I like that.
But sometime joker is needed, only happiness and peace is not life its a part of life. life is drama , for being a good drama both good and bad is needed.




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