"brutalize" poems
Honesty:
The quality of being honest
Look at me directly in the eyes
Before you lie
When you agonize
And dramatize
I will analyze
And
I will realize
And
Recognize
I will not empathize
I will brutalize
So I would not jeopardize
Integrity:
The quality of being honest and having strong moral principles
With dignity
Empathy
Without enemies
Ethically
No jealousy
Purity
Seeing objectively
Respectively
Never causing unpleasantries
The two go hand and hand
Not
Separately
!!
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Governors,
Mayors,
Policemen,
Night keepers,
Men folk and all of you
On the crest of powers that be
Don’t brutalize prostitutes,
Nor mishandle ******
Or terrorize harlots,
They were born natural
Innocent and callow
With plain white brains
Not tainted with any miss-morals,
Genuine in hearts
And humane in the genesis,
Until they grew up
Beyond father and mother
Clan and relatives,
Into the realm of money civilizations,
Where man and woman,
Must sell to survive,
Sell the wares of trade,
Commodities and tools of work,
Where men sell labour of their arms
To those crafty buyers,
And women sell smiles,
And the ******** of their *****
To serve vice of man
In the glory of warped thought,
Prostitutes have no tribe,
Neither class nor race,
They have no permanent foe
Nor permanent friend,
They have no permanent memory,
Their love is devoid of logic,
They love most but fickle,
Where they make no money
And love least but with nostalgia
where they make money,
So don’t brutalize them,
Only love them,
Pay them,
Kiss them fondly
And sing to them,
Lyrical songs of love,
Sent them to lull and slumber
With your sensuous ******
Of their ******** fountains,
Both male and female
****** of your rendezvous.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
How can I
Falcon fly
While I die
In a web of lies
Where they brutalize
Us like flies
We must communicate
By connecting
To avoid rumors of hate
That are infecting
The non-inspecting
No problem detecting
Yet happiness expecting
Tyrant electing
Issue deflecting
Fascism respecting
Public that's perplexing
So the Internet should remain harmlessly neutral
Instead of adding to our economic Kama Sutra
Finding new ways to ***** each other
Like restricting access to information
So we won't hear the screams of our brothers
To the rich and powerful's elation
Dealing with this pseudo-fame
Feels like a burdensome shame
In order to listen to people
I have to hear them talk
But I fall into a deep hole
When their ignorance is written in chalk
Easily erased
But also easily traced
Yet not so easily faced
Until we're easily replaced
By the voices of our oppressors
Promising to alleviate the pressure
If we'll take a position that's lesser
And never ask them to be a confesser
Each electorate
Must be kept separate
And must be made desperate
So take away their voices
That should limit their choices
The rich want to be molding the clay
So they say to touch it you'll have to pay
I can't sit here and stand it
This particular predicament
That's beyond my bandwidth
Eating this **** sandwich
Given by a grand witch
So I add the name capitalist
To my ******* list
Which they seem to agree with
They rationalize you have to be an ******* to survive
They explain in business that's the only way to thrive
Yet get upset when I call them the biggest ******** alive
The Internet can do infinite good
Yet it is minimized and misunderstood
The faithless fathom
It as a nameless chasm
Made inside our rage filled cabins
But they refuse to see the connections
The healthy introspection
And historical corrections
They'd rather use deflection
Mentioning mundane memes
Or divisive digital teams
They see the shell
But not the turtle
They put us in hell
With a data girdle
Everybody has the same capability to add to the Internet
So they should have equal capacity to use the Internet
Sometimes our economic systems make us act counterintuitively
To what is fundamentally needed by our species
Something humanity has never had before
A comprehensive brain that can connect and inform us all
We've seen money corrupt the minds of humans
Let's not let it corrupt the mind of humanity
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
I’ve seen the pictures of how my people
Was beaten, brutalize just because of
Their color.
I’ve heard the stories of how our women were
***** the whipped by the hands
Of the others.
I’ve felt the bruises of that razor blade of
A whip as it cuts deep into
My beautiful black tan.
So now I march along with the great leaders
Against racial violence,
Me, a Blackman.
I’ve heard my mother cry when the future
Got dark and cloudy and
Poses no hope.
I’ve watch my family fall to their knees
To pray after trying everything, they could in
This world, to cope.
I watched my brother sell drug and my sister
Her body just to make it through
Another day.
I’ve heard my friends speak of their prosperity
When they sat their pride aside and got down
On their knees to pray.
I’ve even watch myself become a victim of
Society and was left in this lonely world
Without a leg to stand.
I’ve stood on corners begging for what little
Change that anyone had to spare.
Yes Me, a Blackman.
I’ve heard the rumors of how my people was told
To run and then hunted and killed
Like a wildered beast.
I’ve been told the tales of the rice and gravy
Dinners on Christmas my people had, while on
Turkey the others feast.
I’ve listen to the songs many times over, felt the
Heartache that they sang, I’ve cried many
Times the same.
I’ve heard of how my people toiled in the blazing
Sun and worked their over exhausted bodies even
More as they were beaten by the rain.
Oh yes, I was one of the lucky ones to be born
In my day and age because technology has greatly
Improved before I was placed
On this land,
But I shall always remember – my children will,
Hopefully, do the same – that no matter where I go
Or what I do, I will always be
A BLACKMAN.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
I realize
That not all men
****
That not all men
Beat
That not all men
Brutalize
That not all men
Leave
That not all men
Are destructive
But it's enough men
For me to be scared
Of all men
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
Godless men wearing back
sit within blistering sun.
As they carrying their sacred book
soaked in an evil not from any GOD.
And they some how get
**** **** ****
**** for God.
As they ironically tell the
world that it is
blaspheming.
Come and join us
or be buried alive.
Yes come and join us
Let us brutalize and castrate
your daughter your child.
And give your son a gun while
we go cut of some heads.
As we rip out your heart
with blood and violence.
And ask you to spit on all
love and humanity.
As you stand within your shaking bodies
you look into the eyes of your
wife and only see terror in
her heart.
You know that you must
RUN
Thousands of you are swept
like the dirt into the sea.
Mothers and Fathers crying as
children are lost and drowning.
Someones baby washed up like
drift wood or a log.
Cut all with razor wire
climbing caged out fences.
As a heart cry's I only want a
new family home I will polish
your shoes wash all your loos.
Please they scream we are only
human
Sorry I don't think anyone
is listening.
Westerners wake up lounging
on their sofa belly's spilling
over their trouser.
Stomachs extended inflated
from just a little to much
extra seconds.
Looking on disconnected
at those who traveled risked
their lives even walked
a thousand miles.
And some how spill out with
their lager down their cheek
thieves ****** and
lazy freeloaders.
And those who succeed to
find a new home some how
elegantly find a dignity
in being unwanted.
And those who failed their
perilous path trust in God
has left them homeless
As they find the west
also Godless.
As we with a cool glare tell
them go back to your guns
bombs your not welcome
here.
Stone face matter of fact
immigration explained
take your children back.
As we try to through them
back like babies into a dog
or snake pit.
SHAME ON US
for this frosty reception
and cloudy perception
I hold out hope for a
better conclusion.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Arent we all black butterflies?
The outcast of the world, getting brutalize
We preach & sing innocent
But the system leaves us in abandonment
Arent we all black butterflies?
They tell us to act civilize
So the cops wont atagonize
But is it our fault they wont compromise?
Aren't we all black butterflies?
Constantly being treated like criminals
They probably wish they can put us in tunnels
Tuck away from society
Without taking any accountability
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
They only know what they see
and what they see is not me
They judge as if they know
They think i'm slow
They like to criticize
my feelings they brutalize
I do my best to Ignore
but a hole in me they bore
they think of me as lazy
my vision may be a bit hazy
but I can still see
their disdain for me
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
11:00 PM July 7th 2011
Outside Delacorte Theater,
Home of Shakespeare in the Park
Central Park, New York
~~
What wretched wags
we have become,
sold rhyme and couplet
into slavery and meter sacrificed,
upon the altar of expediency.
LOL and BRB, the hallmarks
of our
insincerity,
forgetting that civility
is resurrected when
we employ the poetry of speech
in our plain and
simple communiques,
most especially in the simple,
please let beauty hold sway.
Brutalize our tongues,
thus our lives,
compression of our language
into single words that celebrate
the mundane, as fashionable.
yeah, yeah, yeah...
Our speech, its fragrance lost,
sublimates but does not sublime,
one liners demean our humanity,
grunts of yeah and cool,
are awesome not,
our future hope is in
the details of our expression,
whereby we inject
into our verbal demeanor
a grace that sets human
above the existence animal.
So touch this screen and
let us begin,
to take our measure
by our measure
of the care we demonstrate
when we communicate.
These words have transversed
from weekday to weekday,
soon at morning prayers
to the gods inside of me,
David's hymns and poems
I'll recite,
a slow eloquence will infuse
my hallelujah eyesight.
Plain truths will be spoke,
in rhyme with
diction apace,
transfuse my soul
elevate us
severally and jointly
above the confused noises of
the prison of nondescript lives,
leaving me a believer that
all's well that begins well.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
I am insatiable
I am an insatiable disease
I have an unyielding thirst for the hearts of men
I am voracious
I am yearning
I am desire
I am carnage
I suggest you keep your distance
I will brutalize you
I am transported nightly into the mind of a maniac
be cautious of these creatures that stalk my conscious
beware of these beasts on a quest for my soul
meet me in the land of the midnight sun
caress my withered bones
but take heed of my hunger, dearest
for if you aren’t careful
you will fall victim to my wicked appetite
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
If you don’t bow to their power,
If you dare not to cower,
They have the right,
They have the might,
To take you by your head,
Crush until you're dead,
Then blame it on your meds.
You're nothing but a victim,
Lost inside a system,
Built by ruling class,
They tell us not to be so crass?!
Got a letter from the feds,
Heard everything I said,
About tryna **** the state,
Refuse to capitulate,
Cops are at my door,
My feet hit the floor,
At more than just a jog,
They killed my ******* dog?!
You're nothing but a victim,
Lost inside a system,
Built by ruling class,
They tell us not to be so crass?!
Righteous only in the mind,
A duty so precisely designed,
To brutalize neighborhoods that’re undermined,
A position historically intertwined,
With those who hoisted it on their pride,
It’s been revised to assure class conscious demise.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
Caramelized and sugar coated with sweetness
Discover the bitter core engraved with crimson
Chocolate covered sacrifice, you can taste the bitter spoken love and complete
Consume the message as a snack
But love and brutalize life with truth
Speak the words given
Hold the sword that's received
Preach nothing but the actions conceived
Abhor all left and the answer will come out right
Path leads to destruction and obliteration?
Grasp the complication
Ripple like a pebble smashing water with the thousand significant waves to come
Nothing more than the cross and melodious cords that are left to song but right from the start of the one who tore out his heart
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
Feeling you oh my world unjust
from matter grey growing old.
intellect chaotic in cruelty killed
mercies all dead in hearts chilled
for morsels of humanity,ravenous.
with tidbits of graces small ecstatic.
despaired for a dreamy mirage afar
in flaming greed's do I slowly char.
smoky guns rattle dealing out ******
whining chainsaws balding green all
very wombs earthy tremble with nukes
elements all so impure,one just pukes
men in name only **** with rebukes.
all of us many brutalize one world just!
flowing from nooks of a spirit noble
my tears, moistening heart,well in eyes
unseeing and drop silently on earth ******
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Ascending to the second layer,
a stench of nauseating breath
expands across the zephyr.
I attempt to avoid a cough
and the opaque fog thickens
as we reach an abrupt drop-off.
Depicted below are frantic beings
who have only the remembrance of
anxiety, torment, and panicked feelings
hiding amongst the remaining rubble
in a soft whisper they beg for mercy,
neglecting against their fatal,
violent destruction on the vitality of the innocent.
The scent swells to an intense sickening
along with the dryness of incalescence.
A low growl begins to rise!
Traveling across the infinite distance,
a foul creature comes to brutalize.
The petrified beings cower in their hideouts
and I hold my breath carefully as
three giant, damp, and cold snouts
emerge from the heavy smog.
A rush of frigid wind washes over
and I come to realize, it is the Watchdog.
One risks a dangerous error
in the act of running to the void, but
the motion distracts the devious hunter.
He strikes and pins the immoral,
viciously tearing the flesh to pieces.
Finally, taking him in the muzzle
Cerberus violently tosses the limp body
for it no longer contains value nor interest.
And I ask my Lover very faintly:
“What becomes of the one enduring torture?”
And he, nonchalantly: “Don’t worry, my dearest.
They have yet to regain their composure.”
As we escape from the horror below
to the unknown exceeding cruel,
the dying mortal begins to regrow.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
it has always been about controlling myself
i can't just feel without asking whether or not i'm
allowed
to feel something
whenever i'm angry
i don't have the right
if i'm frightened,
i am too weak
my happiness
i am stealing
from someone else
i wish i could pay in advance
at least in blood
can i pay my credit in blood?
oh good
rip open my wallet
and fill the banks
till they are dripping
i don't want to steal from you
i do not want to brutalize my neighbors
please
take my offerings
till i am cold broke
my god
my god
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Palestinian
children
and women
attempt to
protest apartheid,
fighting against
those borders and walls,
walking towards boundaries
where snipers sit
settled in
to shoot the innocent,
and continue
freedom's infringement.
Soldiers fire to take
the lives of those
they dehumanize.
Two thousand
are wounded
and fifty plus
dead.
My government is complicit
in these illicit
acts of violence.
We support and supply
the horrible ordinance
used to brutalize
and end those unfortunate lives.
Our politicians
spin blood red threads
into golden ***** lies
and celebrate the bad guys
who have no intention
of compromising,
the ones who
go on occupying
and terrorizing the Palestinian people.
Meanwhile,
state supported
media guys,
are televised
to tell us lies,
go on air
to share a side
that shames
and blames
the victims of
new atrocities,
by their favorite
allies,
repeating
reports of agitation
incited by
Hamas,
but no one on
the Israeli side
was wounded
or died.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
there is no such thing as a whole chance
is it half of a plan to plan half of a dance?
is the plan bigger than man, can't fit it's pants
and who the hell was ever a victim of happenstance?
little half a chance
pitiful little half a chance
poor little half a chance
doesn't wanna get near zero
happenstance, come to the dance
little half. don't be a hero
sweet sweet zero
please don't take my little half by the hand
happenstance please make the call?
more chance and take the fall?
a whole chance took a chance and stole yo man!
you betta act, act like you know, man
no man or know man is it stop or go man
go man go man go go slow man
when he saw that whole chance
never made eye contact, no glance
heart beats like dead meat on romance
sometimes it's down to zero or no chance
hey why don't that ** dance?
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:25 AM UTC
Ravage me,
Brutalize me,
Tear me open,
Savage that you are.
Wash me in your despair,
Submerge me,
Drown me completely, let me not breathe,
Twisted that you are.
The pain...wonderful!
Drink the brew I concoct,
Even as I wither, you in ecstasy shiver,
Savor my pain, as I suffer,
Barbarian that you are.
Plague me, Strike me, Clutch me tightly, Let me not go,
Enjoy it all, the despair, the tragedy, the confusion, the hopelessness,
Sip on my downfall,
Even as you,
Gaze at my depravity.
Take it all in, even as you,
Delight in my downfall.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
looking at you now
I don't see how
I couldn't see through
your veil of lies
I look into your
cold dead eyes
and I don't want
to love you
I want to
bury you
oh, it makes me crazy
thinking about how
you got away with ******
but I'll tell you this,
if you ever hurt her
again
just know that I know
how to keep a secret
buried
saying it aloud
it seems crazy
to me now
how I love you
in spite of the way
you brutalize me
what does it
say about me?
that I can
bury anything
oh, it makes me crazy
thinking about how
you got away with ******
but I'll tell you this,
if you ever hurt her
again
just know that I know
how to keep a secret
buried
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Just realize that sometimes, these guys, tell lies; write in front of your eyes. Utilize thier visual lies, to victimize and brutalize people's lifes; your demise, they visualize, like its a prize. When you see it for yourself, you wont believe your eyes. Try Seeing people for what they are; end up, surprised.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Boredom, as a form of torture is welcome
Brutalize us into eager lust for curiosity.
Emptiness saturates us without wonder. It's taboo to seek ideals outside of the curriculum.
However it's much more fulfilling.
The straight jacket we are in-prisoned in cripples exploration and reaching ideals that oppose your own.
Stay deaf to those that don't practice what they preach. Or those that sow hatred.
This Devine gift we are hardly deserving of must be appreciated. Gained during adolescence we neglect it.
Formal operational thought is an ability we are taught to be repulsed by. Ironic due to that ideology being repugnant and wasteful.
I've come to tears after realizing our ability to think abstractly is frowned upon by peers and society. Not only in interests of intellect.
If you speak of trying to understand real love. Especially around teen spirit. Your a *** A ***** A "freak". Of course these are untrue and you feel no propulsion to disprove them.
Why?
Because you're not insecure about your beliefs and feelings. You know your strong for that. You also feel confidence in your compulsion to coitus with whatever person you find attractive no matter their gender. As for being a freak, you know your peers haven't slowed down from partying and ******* long enough to ponder what an emotional drain their lewdness is. Besides their physical and mental exhaustion they complain about everyday. Their remedy is to repeat the cycle. Party, **** die. High school is an **** for everyone who's "popular".
It is gross to see such a majority of the population waste their psychological ability no other species owns. But through reflection and learning you need to be tolerant. You see it's futile to tell others what to do or be condescending toward them. It would drain you and them due to the repulsive nature of those acts.
Offer help and love, empathy and understanding. And stay curious.
Intellect
Great-fullness
Peacefulness
Generosity
Love
Stay curios and learn 5 more lessons on your path of personal growth.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 2:12 AM UTC
This is a verse for George
This is a poem for Philando
This is a memory of Oscar
Continuing the fight for Malcolm
Venerating the wisdom of Martin
This is a call to action
Even if just a fraction
Causes this cause to gain traction
For people tired of the inaction
The people have spoken
And decades have passed
Nothing has changed
Protesters still getting gassed
With years behind them
Trying to stay quiet
One ******
Two murders
A thousand
It's no surprise
That this protest is now a riot
Flames flitting in and out of frame
Guns glinting
as bootlickers offer more of the same
Tin badges holding themselves
As above the rest of us
I scream in disgust
What gives you the right
To ****** my neighbors?
What gives you the right
To brutalize my friends?
These fires ignite a memory
And makes me sing
Noting the similarity
To Martin,
and also Rodney king
I'll stop now
My angry rambling
I'll leave you with a quote
Most would think
It was said by Malcolm
But it was said by Dr. King
It's not absurd
He said it
"A riot is the language of the unheard"
That is the wisdom of Martin
That's why we continue to fight for Malcolm
That's why I remember Oscar
I wrote this poem for Philando
I wrote this verse for George
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Pretty, ugly, smart, stupid, **** loser, criminal, black, white, perfect, wrong, addict, outcast, normal, and freak.
What does it matter?
We use stereotypes to classify each other,
To separate ourselves into different groups.
I remember when I was young that I was never in dresses, skirts, or nail polish, and I didn't like pink.
I was treated as one of the guys, and that was how I liked it.
Then I got into school, where I was told I was wrong.
I was supposed to wear skirts, I was supposed to love dresses, and I was supposed to like pink.
I became a freak, an outcast because I didn't.
They categorized me,
I became nothing more than a title, as did everyone else who walked through the door.
We live life and whether we like it or not,
When we see someone we mentally sort them and tell them who they are supposed to be.
And heaven forbid they don't fit where they should.
Because if they don't they suddenly, become nothing more than jagged puzzle pieces,
So jagged that they don't fit anywhere and shouldn't be allowed to.
Yet here I am, proud to be jagged, and proud to be wrong,
Proud to stand out.
My mom does more than worship her man,
Is she wrong?
My uncle is a police officer,
Does he brutalize?
My Aunt likes wine,
Is she a drunk?
And I don't like pink,
Am I a freak?
We go through life being told how to live.
Follow the trends,
Have the prettiest friends.
Don't talk about the things that you've battled,
And don't let them see you're rattled.
You need to wear this and eat that,
And did you see her god she's so fat!
Be more like her,
And fall in love with him.
Because if you don't your chances are slim.
If you're not like them you don't matter,
Because we have been stamped with our peers' opinions.
We've been told time and time again to reshape ourselves.
Too bad that our time has passed to change the world,
But have no fear for we still have time to change ourselves.
Be pretty,
Wear pink,
Like this dress,
Follow this sport,
Wear these shoes,
Live here,
Shop there,
And-
But what if I don't want to?
I am who I am and I'm happy this way!
Isn't that enough for you?
No, it can't be, because I don't have the right to be just me.
I don't have the power to decide!
She'll say be taller,
I'll have to.
He'll say be smaller,
I'll have to.
They'll say be quieter,
I will have to.
I will say be louder,
And I can't.
Because I am a freak.
Because I don't like pink.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
How?
How do people do it?
How do people smile, drive cars,
buy loaves of bread,
read the paper, go to school,
go to jobs, go to church,
eat sushi, talk on cell phones,
drink coffee?
How do they ****
**** and *****
How do they
get their
shoes shined,
stand in line,
comb their hair,
brush their teeth,
go to the theatre,
the circus, the carnival?
How do they do
these things and
so much more when
babies, innocent- beautiful
babies, are born into this
brutal world,
where parents die,
where feral cats carry off
little birds that fall from
the nest,
where best friends die,
O.D, get hit by cars
drowned or
die from some
strange brain thing.
How do we eat
chocolate, watch football,
and build snowmen?
How do we
visit the zoo,
go to the moon
copulate
**********
********** and
procreate
when hearts still
break,
Sweet Jane dies.
The walk on the
wild side ends,
and the letters we
send get returned?
How do they do it ,
when
dogs get hit by
cars,
****** roam the bars,
the Dodo’s extinct and
wackos still brutalize
children?
How do people do it?
How do they carry on?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
His knuckles were knots.
Round, tight bunches,
Tied roughly, taught
By the lessons of men;
Who seem only to brutalize
The beauty of the body.
His heart was chiseled.
Stone in the stead of flesh,
Fixed to a function. Grounded,
Not in hope, but the kiln’s capture.
Heat, the blistering rage, resolved
In all the hand’s heartless work.
His mind was not his. Home;
A house of helplessness. Now,
The mental mutiny made know.
Year's of yearning for youth, only
To forfeit all faith of the future,
In exchange for hard truth.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC