jacobo-raymundo
American
I am a Political Science amd Philosophy dual major and history minor at NCState University. I wish I had more opportunities to write but college is very time consuming. Amyways read and enjoy and criticism of any kind is more than welcomed. I am trying to take my writing to the next level and need it to continue!
From bristly foliage
you fell
complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany,
as perfect
as a violin newly
born of the treetops,
that falling
offers its sealed-in gifts,
the hidden sweetness
that grew in secret
amid birds and leaves,
a model of form,
kin to wood and flour,
an oval instrument
that holds within it
intact delight, an edible rose.
In the heights you abandoned
the sea-urchin burr
that parted its spines
in the light of the chestnut tree;
through that slit
you glimpsed the world,
birds
bursting with syllables,
starry
dew
below,
the heads of boys
and girls,
grasses stirring restlessly,
smoke rising, rising.
You made your decision,
chestnut, and leaped to earth,
burnished and ready,
firm and smooth
as the small *******
of the islands of America.
You fell,
you struck
the ground,
but
nothing happened,
the grass
still stirred, the old
chestnut sighed with the mouths
of a forest of trees,
a red leaf of autumn fell,
resolutely, the hours marched on
across the earth.
Because you are
only
a seed,
chestnut tree, autumn, earth,
water, heights, silence
prepared the germ,
the floury density,
the maternal eyelids
that buried will again
open toward the heights
the simple majesty of foliage,
the dark damp plan
of new roots,
the ancient but new dimensions
of another chestnut tree in the earth.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
Monogrammed televisions play
McDonalds commercials featuring
Justin Beiber who has the moves
Like a Syrian rebel
Oh look! The new reality...
TV show to delude the pain
Of a million starving children
Crying for your pleasure
I have a suit and a devil's tongue
Will I have your vote in the next
Slave auction? Please I promise
To not totally destroy your dream
But first; did you take a selfie?
Before you chambered the round
Did you even lift?
Or could you even?
I like sheep on my feet:
Ignorance is a warming peace
Until its a cold war
With an unknown enemy
Idiots don't like to be called idiots
But it's for the common ambiguity
When in Rome, we die together
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
Lighting is just
It strikes with no prejudice
As it is reason
Carrying millenia of knowledge
But it is also fury
Its power unfathomable by man
And those that wander within its reach
Have an understanding for love
For it connects us in a bond of nugatory existence
In comparison to the timeless Nature
There are no borders where the lighting strikes
And we are all one underneath its glory
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
One day
I fear
The last seed
Will be sowed
One day
I fear
The last back
Will be broken
One day
I fear
The last tear
Will have fallen
One day
I fear
Humanity's last breath
Will be taken
One day
I fear
We will have no one to blame
But ourselves
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
I pledge allegiance
To the flag
Of the United Socialists States of America
And to the ******
For which it stands
One nation
Under surveillance
Separated
With slavery and injustice for all
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Two worlds
Disjointed in physicality
Yet uknowingly connected
Collide brilliantly
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
I dreamt of a field of flowers
Where white crosses are planted
Families still together
Content with life
Genuine grins covering faces
I dreamt of full bellies
On the dark continent
Soccer ***** rolling between feet
Of children who also dream
Of lives as happy as theirs
I dreamt of fresh air
And clean water and growing forests
The cleanliness of nature unrivaled
As animals mingled around the watering hole
Roaming freely with homes
But I awoke and saw war
Fires melting the lives of millions
Dropping bombshells of grief
Destroying homes from within
And children dead or weeping
I awoke and saw despair
Fat bellied greed hogs
Rollin in muddy money pits
While babies died without food
And an entire land stripped and sold
I awoke amd saw nothing
But smoke stacks emitting poison
And the homes of the forest creatures
Being carried into lumber mills
And brown water filling drinking glasses
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Where is it that the butterflies roam
After your deceptive plot
The beings that flutter
With sporadic yet graceful joy
The beauty of the eye gone
And the bees
Who's sting is only as sharp
As a deflowered world
A youth with no innocence
Because of an industrial scheme
To recruit robots of flesh
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
An acid raindrop
Burning the last of the crop
Dusty barren soil
Marks the end of the millenial toil
Work until your hands are cracked
And you're crippled and broken backed
You work to pay to be free
The new whips of slavery
Mr Taxman comes to your door
His theft I do deplore
All I have to spare is change
And he acts as if deranged
A continent fractured for greed
A little more ivory is what we need
While sickly babies wail and perish
Without a moment of life to cherish
But do you shed a single tear
No, only hate and fear
You are an enemy
To my country and to me
As atomic rainbows cross the sky
In warring peace, we all shall die
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
Chains and shackles
On the floor, rusted
No use for freed ankles and wrists
But the clean pair
Rests within our minds
Old scars new wounds
A lashing whip
Brings us all to our knees
We stand alone
But fall as one
Over colors
Colors are art
Are beautiful
Color is not a person
It is not defining
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC