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Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Slow regression back
Down down down
A home that I love so much
A slow freefall back to familiar ground
Where I wait for your heart
Sigh
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Reunition of two lost souls
And it feels so right
Jacobo Raymundo Dec 2012
Ting ting ting ting ting ting
"Thank you, have a Merry Christmas"
Ting ting ting ting ting ting

Why must you walk by?
You just had small money in your hand
Why must you put it away?
Do you not see that others are in need
While you tuck your green in greed?
Curse you youth of today
I give my time and patience
And feeling in my hands
To watch many walk by
And only a few donate

ting ting ting ting ting ting
The reason for this poem: Today I ran the bell for the Salvation Army. It was bitter cold, at least to southern US standards, and I watched as several people looked at the kettle and stuffed their change in their pockets. Found a penny and stuffed it in there as their pockets jangled out of sight.
Jacobo Raymundo Dec 2012
Rivers forever flowing
Carving great canyons
Within the crust

Meandering from place to place
The Holy Spirit's artistic hand
Draws upon my heart

Seemingly random patterns
Viewed from above
Write the name of my only true love
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2013
Flabbergasted, the whale wails
Lonely upon the sea drifting ever apart
A sole ****** raises his tired sails
Forever trapped in solitary solace

Winds warping the canvas
While ominous clouds encroach
The salty breeze stinging his taste
A bitterness within the calm

Peace drowns with the fury
That the storm has yet to bring
Fear not, creature of the sea
The troublesome life is far from over

Another night trashing about
The rock and the roll of the bow
A lullaby to a tired soul
Slowly rocking to dreamless sleep
An odd view of a seemingly simple poem... the ****** is actually dead. he is in his afterlife (though neither heaven nor hell). he lived a life forever wanting a girl he could never have and thus is drifting off at sea with nothing more around him than the call of a lonely whale.
Jacobo Raymundo Jun 2013
Deep within the dusty catacombs
Lay a stone, cracked and ancient
Having weathered centuries of battle
It yet pulses with life, although feebly
Pilgrims trek miles to lay gold before yet
Fools, you have no place here
they vanish into the air
My heart, the last testament to my journey
Wishes to slumber alone
How it was meant to
Jacobo Raymundo Nov 2012
Blooming rose
Enjoy the warm sun
Live with joy
Never sad
Dismal days always have ends
Bright days will follow
Jacobo Raymundo Dec 2012
Shadows cast upon the grey
Darkness upon the dull day

Watch as time begins to fade
Into infinity, my life betrayed

I live my days through broken dreams
Vicariously, through favored memories

Look into this shattered mirror
As tears roll with a small tremor

Doubt enters my soul and fogs my head
To be honest, I'd rather be dead

Than living life without my rose
The reason I sit here and compose
Jacobo Raymundo Apr 2013
The lack of noise blares in my ears
Scorching my waiting flesh
Eager to here the sound of your voice
The sweet melody
But falling victim
To the desolation of the silence
Jacobo Raymundo Jul 2013
When I close my eyes I see you
So I wander sleeplessly
Until My brain shuts down
And I sleep without dreaming
Silent Solitude
Jacobo Raymundo May 2013
Emotions of a million passions
Flowing from my eye sockets
Where orbs of vitality once inhabited

Words of these emotions
Pouring like billions of tiny spiders
Waterfall from the dried bone that used
To be covered by flesh awaiting your kiss

The heart in a burned ribcage
Still beating in rhythm
Pumps no blood no life
Just a black tar of sorrow

My arms, reduced to mere calcium
Still are held out
Awaiting you to fall into my embrace

But it's too late, far too late
I can't ever hold you again
I'm already dead
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2014
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
A poem I'm writing for my class "Psychology and the African American Experience". If you find it offensive then you probably didn't read what I was saying.
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Tall grass reclaims its territory
A swingset slowly rusts away
The family oak remains strong
While centuries of history
Go unheard
A short poem about a picture I see on my friend's cup.
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2013
Goddess standing before the mirrored pool
Watching ripples twist and contort her face
Beautiful flesh refracted upon the cool
Where unworthy men praise the hallowed ground
I stand above, chuckling at them all
Have they no shame to wear on their forehead?
Do they not know that they cannot stand tall
Enough to win the heart of my beloved?
Apparently not, for there they remain
Waiting for her to abandon her post
That day won't come, they'll endure much pain
Tonight, we rest after a friendly toast
"May the best man walk with her through the door
     And share love with her forevermore"
I have decided to start a sonnet cycle of who knows how many sonnets. here is the first. also, none will be named
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2013
At daybreak, the contest shall commence
Loaded upon chariots, we begin
As trumpets blast through the blissful silence
Suddenly striking my face, a sharp grin
I shall not be defeated, she is mine
I know this much for she has told me so
Yes, my ears have been graced by the divine
And I wish for everyone to know
None of you will rise to be victorious
You have not walked through enough torture
She is a goddess, forever glorious
Her beauty is pristine, tis beyond pure
To anyone who wants to make her their own
This sacred struggle is already won
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2013
Beautiful does not match your great allure
You draw me in with such intensity
It is amazing how you are my cure
To love you, I have a propensity
It is hard to watch you move with such grace
To stand there as elegant as a rose
And not grab you by your beautiful face
And not kiss you; it causes far too many throes
Please, I beg you, end this brainless contest
I am destined to be the victor, yes?
I have already passed your endless tests
Do you not see I'm better than the rest?
Just go ahead and fall into my love
With me by your side, we will rise above
Jacobo Raymundo Jun 2013
Ayer  era así oscuro
Viví sin la sonrisa
-El sol- de mi diosa
No pude ver el futuro
Respirar estuve demasiado duro
Necesite mi mujer hermosa
¡Por Dios! Ella es preciosa
Soñé sobre sus belleza infecciosa

En eso sueño, floto en los nubes
Los ángeles cantan y bailan con amor
En Al alto de mi corazón, Te engarbes
Nuestro es más hermosa que un ciclamor
Jacobo Raymundo Dec 2012
Jah speak to me
From time to time
I try to listen good
But Jah is gone
As fast He come

Jah told me once
"Hold on young soldier,
Love will soon find you"
But death comes too soon
Shattered heart leaves pain

Yet I keep faith in Jah words
For I know He knows all
He sees what I cannot
So I follow Jah path
Until I reach my resting place
Within your heart
To anybody who doesn't know and is curious, Jah is the Rastafarian word for God. I listen to a lot of reggae and have done quite a bit of research in Rasta history so I decided to write a poem with a reggae feel to it.
Jacobo Raymundo Apr 2013
Watch scars fall from my eyes
Pierce the earth
And grow into deformed plants

The seeds of pain and anger
Slowly sinking deeper and deeper
Advocating the growth of demons

Nurture my growth with the remains
Of my heart
That is perishing too soon

Feed the gay birds in my tree
With the fruits of my labor
The only accomplishment to my name

But what is it?
Am I leaving a legacy?
Or just a whisper in the wind?

When I leave for good
I will make not one sound
Not even a whimper

Trees don't speak
We are steady and resilient
And silent, within ourselves
If you can think of a fitting title, feel free to share
Jacobo Raymundo Dec 2012
The Grim Reaper
Is an alcoholic weeper
Searching the earth
For souls lost at birth

He lays his bare knuckle against my door
I welcome him, another sailor washed ashore
He offers a drink which I do not take
I am allergic for goodness sake!

However, I offer him an ear
Everybody needs someone to sit and hear
What he does not know is that I've been to hell and back
I have walked through his abysmal black


I have lived where there is no life
My world tends to be nothing but trife
I feel his pains, as I have felt
I cannot deliver what has been dealt

The Grim reaper has left my home
Left free to wander and roam
He walks out looking like me
Walking around triumphantly

He became me
Before I became bones
A couple of things to comment on this poem. 1) I am legitimately allergic to all kinds of alcohol. 2) If you didn't pick it up, I am the Grim Reaper
Jacobo Raymundo Apr 2013
The power behind a voice
The sweet calming of a goddess
Pouring serenity over my heart
Rough seas cease to trouble
The lonely sailor
Who was never truly alone
Perched in the sky you watched me
As I drew ever closer to you
Jacobo Raymundo Apr 2013
He has devoted his life
To laying walls
Brick by brick
Big walls and fancy ways
Ornamented with oriental designs
Opulence is a must
It protects a sacred being
Well, sacred to me
But the wall comes tumbling down
Every night when I think of you
Everything crumbles down
A flood of tears wash away the bricks
That once protected my heart
By sunrise,
He's laying the same bricks again and again
This poem is devoid of any artistic qualities, as I wrote it in under 2 minutes. But I think it is relatable as it is true to me
Jacobo Raymundo Aug 2013
Meadow bowing down
To the King of the Winds
Praising Him for His almighty service
The birds sing His holy hymns
While the clear blue depth acts as His throne
The heat of the sun turns the pale faces
Of dancing cherubins to a light rosy tone
And the flowers grow magnificently

Far back behind the trees
Swaying ever so slightly, yet mostly still
A cold stream trickles past, tickling the landscape
Here the shade and light becomes a paradox
Where colors are displayed with such depth and beauty
And the leaves branching out as an umbrella
Save us from the approaching storm

The energy and tension building up
I can feel the electricity in the air
As if my heart were connected to a battery
But the ominous buckets approach with their angry growls
And I can see the grimace on its face
I've seen it on my face, in the mirror
I've seen the buckets of rain carried on and on
Further and further until their weight was too much to bear

Then pouring down as a well fed waterfall
The sky splits in a tremendous luminous display
While the air rips apart and collides together
The King of the Winds fills with rage
His wrath evident in the dismantling gusts
Destroying the protection that saved us before

The world is uneasy, the earth changing
The ferocity of desire, burning the tree
That was once steady, resilient
The sanctuary lays forever transformed
Even as the rupture of nature subsided

The beauty fades ever so slightly to my eye
But it is still present, is still familiar
I know this place but by a different view
The creek now rushes, pounding its banks
The colors are more sullen yet still rich and full of depth
And the leaves, protectorate of my heart, lay strewn about
In a tangled mess of fury and emotion
But the storm has left, gone for good

And beyond this home
The meadow still stands as it did before
As if completely untouched by the storm
But I know each individual flower
That still grows with mystical elegance
Has their own story to tell, but I cannot hear it

The flowers are silent as they grow
Their stories imprinted on their petals
And I read them best I can
But the mind can only capture so much
Of what the heart has to tell
I truly wish I could explain every bit of this poem to everyone who reads this. Every image, every metaphor, every line has its own meaning that would be impossible for you to know unless you really knew me. But, take from it what it gives you. I still like what I've written.
Jacobo Raymundo May 2013
Smoke rolls over the ruins
The solitary garden of serenity
Lays ablaze, desolate
Crying in the droughted fountain
Filling it with sorrow
Making wishes with invisible pennies

A calm wind approaches
Of no storm, of no extra pain
Sincerity in slightness
Clearing increments of fog
The sun beaming somewhere

Tears no longer fall
The fountain gains clarity
Lost in the obscurity of ash
Barren grounds find reincarnation
Sprouts bloom again, simplistic beauty
The sun shines once more
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2013
You smile at me as I walk past
My heart has no reaction
I merely smirk in return
Not in disgust
That's just me

But You on the other hand
When You smile at me
My heart tumbles upwards
Towards the boundless heavens
You put my soul in sweet serenity
Jacobo Raymundo Jun 2013
Life is not some course
Upon an unmarked path
As was theorized before my time

No, life is the path
Unforeseen, elongating, meandering
Being blazed with each escaping moment

We do not leave prints on the path
But others leave footprints on us
As they travel along with us

Some are minuscule, some gargantuan
Some are washed away with rains of sorrow
But others, they last forever
Jacobo Raymundo Jan 2013
Moaning cadavers tug at me
Watching me flounder around their grasp
My only goal is to flee

The sun fades away
And the dead come to life
This is no place to stay

The moon and the stars
Are non-existent, no hope
Not even the darkness can cover my scars

But there is a power within
I see her face and push through
I want to see her at the end

Oh and I can see her face
It's so clear in my dreams
Whilst I drift among empty space

The tunnel slowly fades to dust
The light shows once more
To find your love is a must

And here I stand
Looking into your eyes so beautiful
Just as I had planned

The Valley that lays behind me
Is in my past, now entirely defeated
And I'm glad you could find me
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
The last cool breeze has blown
O'er my heart
The pain is gone with the wind
You love me, oh sweet sweet girl
You love me so
The day cannot come soon enough
When you fall into my arms
One more time
This time
Forever
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Oh but could you fathom leaving behind
All that you love?
You damnèd fool! You weak buffoon!
Had you not tried to seperate your heart
From your being?
Only to crawl around like a mindless freak
Frothing at the mouth as if taken by
Some disgusting ailment?
Aye, you had you had.
I remember the tears that fell from your eyes
The rivers of pain slowly trickling
Aye, you had fallen to your knees only to stand
Do so now.
If you shan't walk then how must you trek across
The miles that stand before you?
The path is clear and the sun is shining
Follow your heart young one
Find peace with the earth around you
And find your way back home
To the arms of your goddess
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
And if I do fade with the evening sun
Can I then rise with the cresting moon?
Sit atop my perch and watch as the stars
Slowly burn out like my wobbly sanity?
Slowly become one with the universe that
Surrounds my heart and chokes it?
Oh man on the moon, will you come down
To me and take me away?
Put millions of miles between myself and my struggle?
Take me to a place where no pain exists
Only the supreme peace of absolute
Solitude and tranquility?
Oh man on the moon take me away
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Oh why must pain riddle my heart?
Can the birds not sing every day
And can the sun not always be seen?
For what purpose does this rain patter
Upon my soul and drench me
Only for your smile to thaw the the freeze?
Can the Angels not strum a time upon their harps
To the beat of your footsteps
Drawing you close to me?
Can the aroma of your sweet skin not
Bring back so many memories
If they are not to be today?
Can I just fade into dust
Settle upon this earth
And be one with the wind
And drift off into the evening sun?
Can you not just be with me?
Jacobo Raymundo Feb 2013
Paradoxical split between the worlds in which I inhabit
Space and time discontinuum
For which art thou represent?
Nonsense you buffoon!

Insanity, sweet sweet insanity
Chill my bones yet warm my heart
Unorthodox orthodoxy with power
Eat thy young

The void always welcome weary travelers
Yet travelers that embrace the void
Are no longer travelers
For we love and loathe our void

Loving and loathing
The story of my passing through time
Completely unfinished
Yet left resolved

What is it that I speak of?
I sincerely wish I knew
I am only a medium
For the being inside of me

Is that not what we all are?
Just bodies withering ever so slightly
Whilst our souls remain forever youthful?
This life can make your soul grow old as well

Or is life an act of duality
In which we sleep at night
So that our souls can show us their lives
And awake to show our souls ours?

Nothing makes sense
It isn't supposed to
That's why there is faith
Whether in nothing or everything

I am nowhere yet everywhere
A tiny speck yet everything I've ever known
I am a clown confused in a circus
Switching realities, or rather fantasies
This odd piece is a result of my utter confusion with what is going on in the world around me and my extreme inability to make sense of any form of thought
Jacobo Raymundo Nov 2012
The pendulum swings
Quarter past three
Time bites and stings
What time will it be?

Contorted mechanics pop
Broken hands pound
The beaten face drop'd
Eaten by the devil's hound

Cuckoo bird yelps
A searing pain
Scorching helps
The birds consciousness regain

Time stands still
Psychics can't forsee
The lighthouse on a hill
Nowhere near a sea

Blood drips from the wound gears
Silently covering the floor
With my absorbed fears
Watch it close my door
I have no clue what this poem is supposed to mean. It was honestly a random presentation of my anger from today and a little bit of hurt.
Jacobo Raymundo Aug 2013
I just wish that my heart wasn't a star
Still shining bright to those that see it
But dead millions of years ago
Something to be wisheded upon
In the careless, childish folly of daily life

Such as making wishes
Pointless beacons of unrequited hope
That drives us as souls to the brink of sanity
And for some, such as the wanderer that I am
It drives us over that invisible boundary
And banishes us to an unfathomable pit

This pit, generalized as depression, insanity
Is seen with similarity amongst pits
Yet no pit is equal to another
Each is unique, special to and hated by its owner
Yet it is seemingly inescapable
And thus loved from necessity

And those who pass us by want to help
Offer a hand to pull us from the pit
But every outreached hand reaches a little deeper
And the abyss of life likewise deepens
Until you have no choice but to fill it

And filling such a whole is no simple task
First a pail of confidence is added
And then several more of momentum
As the hole begins to fill a hunger to heal forms
Where you overemphasize the process
And forget the reason

Thus the devilish being opens its jaws
And swallows every pail you have placed upon it
And mistakes your action for hope
And once more deepens exponentially

So here I lay, contemplating the treachery
That my life has slowly devolved into
And I have to question to myself
Do the stars in the sky hang so low
Because they feel the death of their brother inside me?
This is sort of how I feel in the present but I do not understand the truth or the completion of this expression. I have shut any prior feelings off, yet emotions remain. I do not understand myself, yet I know me completely. I have nowhere left to turn but a blank page and an aquarium of thoughts swimming without reason in my head. Please excuse the lack of any artistic style in the piece. I am very tired and very alone
Jacobo Raymundo Aug 2013
A desperation grows with every diminshment
Of what once was me to a soldering ash
As the boundaries that kept me afloat
Vanish into a cloud of poisonous smoke
I draw you in with my tongue
Yet warn you away with my eyes

I wish so much to hold you close to my heart
Yet I fear your presence and wish you to be gone
I want you to change faces to the one that I loved
The one that I yearn for, that I am dying for
Yet I don't want that either for I fear it will lead
To my demise as the sweetness on your breath
Is bitter on mine, the sourness seeping in
And so I blow it out with medicine in my lungs
My only release aside from my impending doom

I want for all my troubles to subside
But instead I prayed yours to be put on me
And here I stand a man of my word
Watching you frolic, your hand entwined with another's
While I ponder the necessity of my life
And find it to be pointless, worthless
How can on be loved and love in return
When they don't love themselves?
When they question why they are a piece of a picture
Solely because they were a let down, a lesser?

With a troubled sigh and a nodding head
I close this fraction of my thoughts with this
Perhaps the sun is only beautiful when it shines on you
But is devilishly deceptive when its glorious glow
Is directed towards those around you
So I've decided to close my days by uploading a kinda free flowing succession of my thoughts about my day and my life. I will also continue writing regular pieces as well but I hope you enjoy these as they come
Jacobo Raymundo Oct 2012
Locked away
Hidden from the light
Of day

The heart
Of the goddess of the sun
Whimpers alone

Beautifully
She carries on without
Her precious heart

But here
I stand before you
Roses in hand

Binding shackles
Fall to the cold, bland floor
Freedom

Only one
Locked iron door
Is left

Even you
The most beautiful of all
Needs help

My hand
Is extended towards you
Take it

I am without
The key to your precious heart
But I can try

Have faith
In the mortal that stands before you
He will leave your heart
*uncaged
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Normally my pen scribbles
Words of definite feeling
But tonight, I feel so much
Hope, love, happiness
All of which so deep
It swirls about mixing
Leaving my heart
To tell you sweet things
To make your heart smile
As you have made mine so many times
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
I've seen the sun fade a thousand times
But none could ever compare
To watching it with you
It's like closing a book
Just to open its sequel
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
Our two souls speak
Even from many miles apart
While I long to hold you
In my arms
I do every day
I say I love you
You say you love me
I say I love you
And you say you love me

It's those beautiful words
That I hear although unsaid
I hear you calling for me
Wanting for me to break you from you cage
That damnèd creature
Gripping you with such monstrous claws
But I can hear your voice
From somewhere deep within
From your heart
And baby,
I love you too
Jacobo Raymundo Jun 2013
Downtrodden by a burden that is:
          Irrevocable
       Unbearable
           Irreplaceable
Yet, I see no evil
I fear no evil
There is no evil

The holder of the burden is:
             Gorgeous
           Amazing
                Divine

There is no escaping the burden
The burden is a gift unto me
Which I cherish from you

Yet it seems to:
           Destroy
          Sadden
              Devour

All sense of safety set ablaze
Treachery in beauty
Disgust in anguish
Jacobo Raymundo Apr 2013
Sinking deep beneath my flesh
Seeping your beauty into my soul
I can feel you beating with my heart
Welcome home sweet love
I've missed you here
Jacobo Raymundo Jul 2013
The night’s grim demeanor
Destroys the serenity of the moon
Ravishes the sacred
Hearts of the unfortunate few
Who dare brave the soulless vacuum

Where ignoble hate
Defines one’s belonging
Siphoning life from
Those around their fancied niche
To fuel their self-righteousness

Some fall victim to
The unreasonable, harsh wrath
Of the wretched demons
Whose empty skeleton bodies
Are devoid of happiness

But here you yet stand,
Angelic guardian,
Protectorate of the lonely,
You stand pristine, unmarred
Your smile banishes the treachery

Your beautiful smile
Transforms any place to a home
Captivates my heart:
You complete the person I am
And I love you more each day
Just a cool little tanka series I put together as a gift. Sorry I haven't had a lot of time to write since I've started college
Jacobo Raymundo May 2013
I'm at my breaking point
Short moments away of crumbling into a paste
Made of ash and tears
Ironically holding together
While I fall apart
Jacobo Raymundo Jun 2013
Eyesight blurring as eyelids droop
The world is not intelligible to my sight
Yet I see an image clear as day
It is you, it is you again
I see your eyes peering back into mine
And I relive the days of past
Again and again and again and again
I miss you
Jacobo Raymundo Oct 2013
The fear in your eyes
And your comfort in me
Your warm breath caressing the back of my neck
While I ponder the joy
Of having the fear change to pleasure
And the breath to the front of my neck
While we're alone in solace
You and me
Together as one
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
The darkness of the night
Absolves the peace you've found
The demons run amuck
Destroying the gargoyles
That stood protecting your heart

I'm not made of stone
But darling I'm right here
I will stand in the face
Of evil to save you
I love you
Jacobo Raymundo May 2013
An overwhelming sensation crosses my heart
As if you are speaking to me
Yet your mouth remains still

But how do I hear you so clearly?
Jacobo Raymundo Mar 2013
I fall to my knees
On the shattered remains
Of my mirror image
The man who stood tall
Reduced to millions of nothings
Come glue me back together, baby
Jacobo Raymundo Apr 2013
Silence among screams
Peace among turmoil
Love among anger
A world, twisting and turning
Contorting with pain
So alone yet so surrounded
A tear dropping
From divine emeralds
Splitting my heart like a knife
Jacobo Raymundo Aug 2013
Whispered words in the dead of night
Break the abysmal silence
*in due time, weary traveler
You'll forget why you were in anguish
You'll forget why you came here to me
But you'll never forget the lessons from your stay
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