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 Feb 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
Ensuring eminent destruction
a curse, love for depression
why else
 Feb 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
They say suicide is for the weak, the selfish
at this I ponder is the entirety of life not suicide
breathing toxic air, relying upon corruption to save us
stuck within a cycle
we have our smokers, drinkers, drug addicted
riddled with pain each and every one of us
yes life can be a song, we all smile
but inevitably life feels like suicide when eyes open to look
and I wonder should I not be the one to say how I go
and not you death, not you corruption
let me sing you a little song as I tip my glass
song or suicide
the answer lies only in you
Song or Suicide is an actual song by H.I.M.
 Feb 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
Eradicate the sacred light
sacrifice will to fight
crucify, vilify
You claim you are an activist,
but I'm sure you've not done a ******* thing.
Whining on the internet is a new old fashioned fling.
"I oppose the government and the freedom it tries to take!"
While you're drinking decaf lattes and you claim there will be cake.

#Iamafakehipsterdouchefag

Oh go **** yourself.

I cannot take you seriously, you ******* fakes and frauds.
You exist for mere attention and the undeserved applause.
I will not take a side and my mind will remain free.
To the past.
To the present.
And to the future,
it shall be.
To the liberals crying "IGNORANCE"! And the conservatives crying "OPPRESSION"!
I will not be a part of your self full-filling subjection.

So take that mask off and give us a "true" confession.
Can you please save me?
I am drowning.
I am drowning in the land of the free and home of the...
(wait, what was that last part again?)
We had so much potential...
We saved the world.
We cared for it gently.
Now that has been shoved to the side.
I am drowning in this dystopian plutocracy.
I can't breathe over the advertisements.
My lungs are filled with empty words.



I sink into the static...
I am a child of the north and south.
I am a son of the east and west.
I am a ghost of the sky and sea
A mirrored reflection of sun and moon.
I am dirt and I am water.
I am nothing and I am everything.
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Ugo
I remember the morning Tuesday was invented—
how gleeful we sang across the streets—
forgetting that the day after tomorrow would be Thor’s day
and that one we didn’t own, too.

I remember the bathroom stalls, the sins of Leviticus
we survived
comforting our confusion with the indulgence that God too
love man, kind.

Let the purgatory full of half good men sing about their sins
with pride and laugh at the moons and stars for being without limbs
and tongues to protest their innocence and Idontgiveadamnisms;


For I remember being fed the tenets of heterosexual history in elementary school
yet wondering why queer gods are the ones named after the planets.
In the loving memory of David Kato Kisule (c. 1964 – January 26, 2011)
*If We Keep On Hiding Away, They Will Say We Are Not Here*
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