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Imanuel Baca Nov 2018
I sit at the edge of a creek
It's the middle of the night
Warm air is blowing over me
I listen the the whispers of the water

My eyes melt, molten metal
My brain comes to a grinding halt
Faulty machinery anyways
Grass and leaves overgrow me

Thousands of years pass
I only catch glimpses of them
A life lived through dreams
I only feel through the soil

My roots grow past uneven ground
Touching dark waters
My bark hard and brittle
Protects my gentle sap

My leaves drink supple sunlight
This elegant growth is slow
Grass pushes up around me
In this life I am drowning
I am not really sure what to say about this poem besides this is how I feel late night awake and alone.
  Oct 2018 Imanuel Baca
دema flutter
Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.
Imanuel Baca Oct 2018
I am the consumer of a thousand worlds
And the mother of a thousand others
I have killed mothers, sons, fathers
Left whole nation's in Ash
I am the future, I am the past
You can never have enough
I am keeper of Crips.
Eater of bone
I'm the one who carves the mountain eyes
And burns the sky's
And overturns every lie
I'm the child's playground
Pure creative and
Of mass destruction
And when the ones who challenge say
I am alive I will survive
I have the power I have the hand
It is my hour at my feet you stand
for I am man I AM MAN
I gently whisper in their ear
Look behind
What you'll find
Can't keep me off your mind
For I have nature as my servant
Foe I flow the never ending serpent
But I have no need to remind
Of what I am, for I am TIME.
I have always loved riddles and a riddle I read, as a kid, about time has always stuck in my mind. This is my reinterpretation of that riddle. Isn't it interesting how we get our inspiration from all the ideas around us. And then we build on those ideas and grow and change them. And over TIME(haha) ideas become completely new and different things.
  Oct 2018 Imanuel Baca
Eve
Time, why do you run from me
destroying everything
I’ve tried so hard to build?
Why do you tease me
gifting precious moments
only to rip them away?
Why do you play your evil game
causing the people I love
to suddenly disappear?
Why do you hate me
stealing my happiness
each time you move your hand?
Time, you are my enemy
Im constantly fighting
to hang on to the moments
I know you soon will steal.
So I desperately beg you
“please time please
be on my side
why can’t you just once
let him stay
I love him too much
don’t play your cruel game”
but you turn with a grin
and move your sly hand
I’m defeated again.
I know its too late
with tears in my eyes
I look at my love
and watch you laugh
as you steal him away.
Imanuel Baca Oct 2018
The deeper we dive to the depths of our pain, the further we soar the heights of our beauty.
Sometimes the hardest most complicated things to say are the simplest to put to words.
  Oct 2018 Imanuel Baca
Grace Spellman
i guess
i’ll love you
the way the sun
loves the moon
and you
will love me
the way the grass
loves the trees
perfectly in synch
but just a little too different
to ever truly
be.
i think the love of your life and “the right one” are two different people
  Oct 2018 Imanuel Baca
Danielle
I refuse to let your eyes look back.
The Past is nothing.
A lesson learned and forgotten.
Let it softly fade
And the stars shine bright.
Don’t ever look back.
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