Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
When saved is not what is sought
bathing in and relishing the ignorance
blinded to words, numbed to compassion
it would seem every man for himself
none for all and all for none
they will eat me alive whislt cackling
while I lie drowning in tears
sinking deeper than the roots of the oldest tree of life
kneel down and lose the will to fight
pondering why it is I would cry
what would be the point of bounding through the fires of Hell
when they themselves do not seem to care
then a stranger smiles at me for no reason
and I remember
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
A mirrors image
never enough
to reach through the glass
touch all that I am
soft skin, lost in ecstasy
a beauty incarnate
soft angelic whispers
lifted beyond this eternal realm
years of searching for my soul
who knew it could be found
on the other side of the glass
reflecting across my forever planet
reaching out to me as I was to it
the day I crave
I shatter the glass
stepping into my world
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
Inhaling the essence of oxygen
never once tainted by pollution
the taste of your breath on my skin
washing me in waves, eradicating all the pain
eroding the mountains of my own self hatred
*that would be the purest mixture of air
lately, much more and
I feel ill again
Not a cold
Or a flu not
Physical sickness
More darkness
Than anything
I don't like to fight it
Rather control it but
Control is half the problem.
I know it's wrong
that I'm healthy
By measurable
Medical standards
But I want to be less.

I'd rather not pass
Sustenance unwanted
through lips that resist
When the result loads
Loathing and disgust.
So cut back little by
Little, still isn't enough,
still too much...
Maybe I'll just go
Run another mile.
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
If Gods do have a God
and the cycle is unending
where did it begin
does a beginning even exist
I think I just destroyed my mind
otherwise this cannot be proven
and wise the usual way cannot be proven
pondering is the best way to find an answer
even then no answer is to be found
so what the hell is going on out there
in the abyss of our space
do you ever imagine
the billions of planets
what is going on
does it ever devour your mind and consume you
as it does mine
when I think about it truly I go mad
this planet, corruption, evil, hatred
what if some other planet is Utopia
and if so
why am I on this one
for peace is what I crave and I see it when I look into the milky way
so when gods have gods
are they criticized
who is the ultimate creator
or was there never one
how the hell did it start if ever
or was there no beginning
and with no beginning is there no end
SCREAM
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
When the veil lifts and nothing is left but barren wasteland
the ocean evaporated, the atmosphere obliterated
what would be a planet envisioned
do I mean metaphorical or do I mean literal
unsure,  just go with me on this one
can you tell when I have been sleeping at the bottom of a bottle
message in a bottle now sits in a massive dune
sandstorms burying it deep within their chasm
no life is left on this planet to find it
so what is it now but another piece of garbage
one collected upon the masses of mother earth to regenerate, obliterate, clean up the mess
another lost whisper echoing in the sands of time
sands that do not know time though
what is one grain of sand within this temple
do you not see how many there are
a pin ***** to a goddess
she does not wince, not once
at the fallen upon her feet
one mass grave
her face will be stoic as she stares upon her masterpiece
finally at rest, a plague eradicated
though they screamed the whole way down
she rejoiced when at last the cries had ceased
silence
and she thanks her God
and that God thanks his
and he thanks his
never ending cycle
does it stop
ever
No idea... End of the world thoughts? Will God rejoice when it is over finally? Also do Gods have Gods? Does it end? Really think about it!!!
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Ugo
Before guns wore make-up,
We used to put pennies in our socks
So we’d always walk on the root of all evil.

Now Wall Street angels frolic through satellite clouds borrowed
from youths educated by universities of smoke and plastic bags.
                  
(The tears of a child are homage to the waning gods)
For in a day not far away,
Over the painted moon of the Morning Son,
The sun will rise wearing the finest war scars money can buy.

And the screams of humanity will be heard from Venus,
Forgetting that the reciprocal of   L-I-V-E   itself  is     E-V-I-L
And perhaps death is the life meant to be lived.
John 10:34 "Jesus answered them, "Is it not written in your Law, 'I have said you are gods'?
 Jan 2013 Jacobo Raymundo
Anon C
Pretend to love my glass shards
then instead of you being cut
I am the atrocity
a friend you are not
and I see this
still I will be me
recede
why fight to be around
pretend I matter
while I sit in the background
Next page