We've always lived in dark times. There has always been a range of human experience from the sublime to the brutal, and stories reflect it. It's no less brutal now; each age has its horrors.
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Brutal
I don't sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff!
When I 've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
Or beat around the bush.
I'm not into fuzzy wuzzy stuff.
Or get cuddly to patch things up!
I don't sauté what I have to say,
With puffed up fluff for you!
When I've had enough...
And the going gets tough,
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
Because you think it's cute...
To use me as a substitute!
I don't bite my lip...
And pretend I'm not pissed!
You try to do me in...
And then you turn around and grin?
Thinking I wont do,
What now you know I can and will...
To you!
Yes...
Your looks could kill,
But I wont be a pig in swill.
I will get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
You think I'm a wimp in a pink tutu?
With a tutti fruiti tattoo on my booty too?
I wont sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff for you.
When I've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
I don't sauté what I say,
Or look away...
With my dignity played!
Not me.
Oh no!
You see...
I don't offer fantasy!
I'll give you brutal.
That's all I offer to you,
Is the brutal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do not consider divorce an evil by any means. It is just as much a refuge for women married to brutal men as Canada was to the slaves of brutal masters.
quote by Susan B. Anthony
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All my stories are about the action of grace on a character who is not very willing to support it, but most people think of these stories as hard, hopeless and brutal.
quote by Flannery O'Connor
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Assault & Battery
The lives were taken
For feasts at the table
A life of misery
Ending with a shock
Brutal murder (brutal murder)
All hands to the slaughter
Mass torture
All hands to the knife
And I can hear the screams
With the knife, the jolt, the wring
They must follow in our dreams
Carrying a twisted sting
Childrens stories with their farmyard favourites
At the table in a different disguise
Dont talk to me of health
Or something someone else will do
Were talking about the act
Of taking life for me and you
And I hear their screams
song performed by by Howard Jones
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In my experience sometimes the darker the material that you're doing, the more necessary it is to have some sort of levity around. I've worked on more lighthearted pieces that have been more brutal and tougher to make.
quote by Nick Stahl
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Brutal Planet
We're spinning round on this ball of hate
There's no parole, there's no great escape
We're sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother there's a price to pay
We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
And now it's over there's no place to hide
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
"This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
"It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
"A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
"From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
It's such a brutal planet
It's such a living hell
It was a holy garden
That's right where Adam fell
It's where the bite was taken
It's where we chose to sin
It's where we first were naked
This is where our death begins
We took advice from that deceiving snake
He said don't worry it's a piece of cake
And sent us swimming in a burning lake
Now we're abandoned here for heaven's sake
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet
It's such an ugly world
Why won't you, come down to
"This world is such perfection" (What a sight)
"It's just like paradise" (For my eyes)
"A truly grand creation" (What a sight)
"From up here it looks so nice" (For my eyes)
Here's where we keep the armies
Here's where we write their names
Here's where the money god is
Here's our famous hall of shame
Here's where we starve the hungry
Here's where we cheat the poor
Here's where we beat the children
Here is where we pay the who
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
C.S. Lewis in Chicken Soup for the Soul
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Instead, in the absence of respect for human rights, science and its offspring technology have been used in this century as brutal instruments for oppression.
quote by John Charles Polanyi
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Poetry is
poetry is like a samurai
cutting though the page
swift and brutal
leaving nothing in its path
poetry is like a vampire
draining the ink of many
dark with fear
or light and pale
poetry is like pi
never ending
never finished
going on and on forever
and different from the rest
with each word
poetry is like water
over flowing
peace at times
destructive when angry
poem by Lexxiey Scott
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Inattention Accidents Emergencies
Inattention
has sharp consequences.
Accidents
are fish hooks in the skin.
Prevention
forethought is the best cure.
Emergencies
demand in your face solutions.
Sometimes
only in your face gets attention.
Experience
can be a brutal harsh reality teacher.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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School days are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence. They are full of dull, unintelligible tasks, new and unpleasant ordinances, with brutal violations of common sense and common decency.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Protest Of The Phantoms
At the time of dawn,
When the lights went out,
I bolstered my head,
On the pillow,
Closed my eyes,
To loosen my thoughts;
I felt negritude
Extending its limbs,
Into infinity,
And I began to ponder,
On the plight
Of my countrymen, times
We were going through,
And consoled myself
Thinking that we had
Better times to live in;
The era of crimes,
And brutal deeds
We had left far behind.
Our descendants
Would have bright future,
For we made ourselves
Secure from the suiciders,
We built high walls
Around the residences
And installed razor-wire,
Deployed gunmen
At the entrances.
My mind was occupied
With these imaginings,
When I began to behold
The darker images in the dark,
They began to surround
From all sides around,
They were numerous,
They were the phantoms
All of women in Burqas,
Their gloomy, irritated eyes
Were only faintly visible;
They assembled to protest
For a certain demand
And one of them said
With a mournful tone:
“We are passing
Through the darkest era,
The hardest times
Of the human history,
Ask them to do some legislation
At least for rights of the dead,
We are not secure even
Underneath stones of the graves.”
Burqas: Veils
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Hardest Thing To Do In Life Is Say Goodbye
today i learned a lesson
that will always be true
saying goodbye to someone
is the hardest thing to do
i've never felt a loss
until i said goodbye
i thought i was strong
and i broke down and cried
never will i forget
the times we had
though the reflections are happy
it makes me rather sad
the most brutal of men
cries at the past
i only wish
the good times would last
so i humor myself
i'd smile if i could
why can't things work out?
because life isn't supposed to be that good
poem by Alexus Jones
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Tower of Baghdad
One day, an angel will appear and take
those cool dark glasses from your eyes,
the mask that hides your creeping fear
that gold, nor sweat, nor persuasion,
nor clever games, nor brutal power,
will save the sagging base of human pride
on which you built your royal tower,
in tribute to yourself...
And then, perhaps, you'll understand
and, trembling, bow your head
and, weeping, see your mighty tower tumble.
Like all man's monuments to man,
it once must crash, its concrete crumble,
its dust be scattered by the winds
And never will you build again
upon mere sand...
poem by Willem VanVoorthuysen
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Racism has a human heart....
Racism has a human heart,
An artery of cruelty & death,
It has blood of anger, & evil…,
Has a force of pain & antipathy.
Racism has a human mind….
An Intellect of terror & delusion,
Has an emotion of extreme savage
Imagination of vile ideas, macabre.
Racism has a human mouth,
It has tongue of torture, depravity,
Many teeth of brutal incision & kill
Has a lip of sorrow, hate & death.
JOHN NELSON 4-Mar-09
poem by John G. Nelson
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Brillantin´ Brutal´
We are talking bout inside outside
Zeichen der zeit verschont uns blo
Wo wir sind ist vorne, sind wir hinten,
Dann ist hinten vorne, schonungslos
Und was hier jeder wei, dazu ist es immer noch zu hei
No plastic money an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, mach's nochmal
Wir tanzen wieder brillantin' brutal'
Still talking bout software, hardware
Going nowhere hatten wir doch schon
Hei von pelz umkleidet, jeder herz erleidet schmerz
Ist das der liebe lohn
Und was hier jeder wei, lust und luxus nehmen ihren preis
Accept no credit cards an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, mach's nochmal
Willst du der schsse hall im club fatal
Get it up, don't give it up
Ich seh deutlich einen neuen fall
Get it up, don't give it up
Im fall der fälle brillantin' brutal'
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - ancora coca co - coca
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - what's the last word they said, man ?
Allright
Hoch das bein ...
Play again - c'mon sam
Let us hear that tune
Do it again
Play
Brutal'
Brutal'
song performed by by Falco
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Like A Cyberman
What must it be like to live life like a Cyberman:
Living a soulless existence, inside an old tin can?
You would spend each and every single day,
Walking, here and there, in a regimented way.
You would never ever feel either happy or sad,
Or know when life is going either good or bad.
You would just look on, when somebody cries.
You wouldn’t feel any grief, when someone dies.
In other’s eyes, you would see dread and fear,
And you would never ever hold someone near.
You would never hold somebody’s warm hand.
People’s feelings, you would never understand.
You wouldn’t have a brain, in order to think.
You’d just stare straight ahead: unable to blink.
Your voice would be monotone: you’d use no inflections,
And for people and animals, you would feel no affection.
You would kill people with such heartless, brutal force,
And, having mown them down, you’d feel no remorse.
Any human you met, you’d feel the need to upgrade,
And not a whiff of humanity would ever be displayed.
You wouldn’t be able to laugh or to cry,
Or experience life’s lows or all-time highs.
As humans, we experience a mixture of emotions,
Of which, Cybermen do not have a single notion.
Although some emotions can be hard to endure –
Your heart can feel as though it’s being skewered –
Emotions are something which make us human in form,
And both tears and laughter, to humans, are just the norm.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Abaude: Morning Rain
Living trees, grass rising
from dark cool soil
Roses, like blood from a wound
rise above a common weed.
Its fugitive life persists
evading my brutal hands.
November rains
provoke darker green
Dim clouds pour
solemn waterfalls
Holy tears renew
the life of our dark world.
poem by Steven Federle
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Brillantin Acute;Brutal Acute ;
We are talking bout inside outside
Zeichen der zeit verschont uns blo
Wo wir sind ist vorne, sind wir hinten,
Dann ist hinten vorne, schonungslos
Und was hier jeder wei, dazu ist es immer noch zu hei
No plastic money an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, machs nochmal
Wir tanzen wieder brillantin brutal
Still talking bout software, hardware
Going nowhere hatten wir doch schon
Hei von pelz umkleidet, jeder herz erleidet schmerz
Ist das der liebe lohn
Und was hier jeder wei, lust und luxus nehmen ihren preis
Accept no credit cards an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, machs nochmal
Willst du der schsse hall Im club fatal
Get it up, dont give it up
Ich seh deutlich einen neuen fall
Get it up, dont give it up
Im fall der fälle brillantin brutal
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - ancora coca co - coca
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - whats the last word they said, man ?
Allright
Hoch das bein ...
Play again - cmon sam
Let us hear that tune
Do it again
Play
Brutal
Brutal
song performed by by Falco
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Dead Silence
silence overcoming silence
nothing spoken nothing said
all you hear is the cold bitter sound of the
wind from the fan brushing against the phone
and on the other side nothing but silence
as if there was nothing but death...harsh, brutal death
words unspoken, unsaid
minds blink
clear from all thoughts
all they hear now is there hearts racing
like two dragcars -vroom vroom-
but yet there was still silence
there was nothing spoken nothing said
nothing but harsh brutal silence
words unspoken
words unsaid
silence overcoming silence
is all there was
poem by Mari Velazco
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