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's landscapes are magnificent and awe-inspiring. The lighting and colours are both key features that work together so well to convey a scenery that is pretty mesmerising indeed! 
*RobinHalioua's Gallery
's poetry is profound in concept, further highlighted through the brilliant use of rhythm and rhyme. The subjects portrayed are often things we can really relate to, especially as many of the poems are written very well, making it easier to engage with the topics discussed.
Rage Day"Rage Day"~ An extract from Rage Day
Sometimes I just have those days
Where everyone should stay away
Where the slightest thing you say
Will be the cause of me to break your face.
You better keep clear during these times
I promise to exhibit obvious signs.
I'll hiss and I'll growl; I'll snicker and snear.
Sarcasm is high only if you're near.
I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes.
One bad thing leads to another
Like my drunken mother or a call from my brother
Or a fight with a friend; God it never ends.
So many memories wi
"I meltdown like a volcano erupting
Onto a blanket of snow where the lava's disrupting
The particles' flow; they speed up and go
As the rage builds from my head to my toes."
Merry-Go-Round"Merry-Go-Round"~ An extract from Merry-Go-Round
I don't know where I came from
I'm not talking about birth
I'm referring to those times
Before humans walked the earth
What were we before then?
Is there truth to claim?
Was it planned or random chance
I hold my name today?
What kind of power
Created the extremes?
The planets and their moons
And everything inbetween
Why do I come across
The people that I greet?
Is it just by pure luck
Or fate and destiny
Why do old friends exit?
Why do new friends enter?
Our lives are merry-go-rounds
And we're stuck at the center
Why my color eyes?
Why my color skin?
Why the life I lead?
Why these thoughts within?
Why
"What were we before then?
Is there truth to claim?
Was it planned or random chance
I hold my name today?"
Enlisted"Enlisted"~ An extract from Enlisted
I received a letter in the mail
Requesting my duties to assail
I took a breath and exhaled
It was time for life to turn a trail
I was fresh out of school
With not a clue what to do
Biting more than I could chew
I wanted to try something new
Before I knew it I enlisted
To fight others sick and twisted
To help others unassisted
With guns or hands tightly-fisted
Once at camp I shaved my head
Still holding thoughts of dread
That before I knew it I'd be dead
And the rose garden would be my bed
Watching faith as it flows
Into the path that I chose
There I went on my own
Roaming now into the vast unknown
Such a shame history repeats
"Before I knew it I enlisted
To fight others sick and twisted
To help others unassisted
With guns or hands tightly-fisted"
=BleedTheDream180's Gallery
's pieces all have awesome impact, the line work and painting done so effectively that we almost feel the force of what is being illustrated here. Composition is often fantastic and the details included are simply wonderful. 
~carloscara's Gallery
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