Short Brutalized Poems

I will lie down in your hearts.
My death will be your awakening.
Beseeching every smile,
I'll stay longer than awhile. 
Amalgamated into morning,
I wrench every life I touch,
Brutalized with love.
Who would have it any other way?...

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I fell down...I don't know why.
I don't know why I still fight or why I'm still alive.
So many times I've been brutalized and beaten to a pulp but I always stand back up.
How foolish am I?

Inspired by chamonique knowles' "re-construction"...

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It was an outrage.
The weaver on the 
loom was brutalized.

A design was raped.
The color screams,
I want to live.

Septicaemia spreads.
Time to be ashamed, 
when your gut was removed.

The salt hurts on 
the bitten lips. A 
genome falters.

Let me try to define- 
who we are; and 
where we are going.


Satish Verma...

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brutalized senseless happenstance
 with a corkscrew conscience
 full of cheap wine.

 daylight rammeses unraveling the 
sheets in the morning.

three bottles tipped sideways lieing
 against the alarm clock.

 such a strange cracked nautilus,
 my eyes flushed with water
  in a cheap sink.

 but i will spare the stranger in my skin.

  live until it becomes all to usual....

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Gorgeous green garden
Filled with fantastic flowers
Three tremendous trees
Tall enough to hide tormented towers

There dwells a dark demolisher
In this garden, green with grief
Suffocating me in senseless sorrow
Being brutalized, my breath becomes brief

You might see many marvelous plants
But these plants grow a poisonous pain
Vomiting very venomous fumes
As agony fills me up again...

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I'm floating right below the water
And you are trimming my feet and my head
So it'd be easier for me to collapse
Like you'd mow the lawn every week

I was 5 and in your bed and mostly scared
They'd been trimming my arms and my voice
As I was floating underneath the water

They want me to take brutalized limbs then march
But I'm floating right below the water, most of the time...

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Stuck in an abyss of emotions
That nobody else can compare
The way that life presents itself
Is furthest from the truth
But I numb myself
To not care
Lies after lies
Off the tongue
They leak
So sweet
Meanwhile it's my heart
That get brutalized
By a loyalty
That none can see.
Times reveals the cruelest lesson
The outcome
Of sow and reap
Heaven only knows the answer
So in my heart
I keep closed
In my heart
I sit and weep...

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In true-spirited
Resistance 
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.

But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a bolted statue.

No marching down
streets like remote controlled
mannequins, 
chanting soulful mantras
with rugged voices.
-That births no change.

We envision a brutalized mule
refusing to sip
at the stream
because it knows
to live is to die
and we become....

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The signs all read south
Beneath a cannibal
Who shoots off at the mouth

Suffocate in silence
Because none bear witness
To the voracious violence

Entombed in innocence
We were the last to believe
Even amid such insolence

Eight years erased
With glee by a tyrant
Leaving a legacy defaced

The bald eagle has broken wings
No longer able to take flight
And Uncle Sam solemnly sings

But anything that shall rise
Will one day fall
An American Dream left brutalized...

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You were half-crazy 
saving little buds
brutalized by storm
in a yawning night.

The ugly silver of a fringe 
group becomes intentionally
a hate cult, developing
an epicenter for stripping 

to devastate a religion. The
ghosts are walking in the
corridors of mirrored crimes.
There is a creeping sadness in the golden lock.

The blood craft brings obscene
inheritance. You hide the script of
murder in a wheel chair. Things have
not remained things. There is smoke all around.




Satish Verma...

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