"Gods Greatest Gift"
(2012-2022)
By: Giovanni Andre Sotelo
-the air felt old from a distance a mixture of soil and shit the cows look toiled barren and dry no greenery in sight heads hung along the walkway stripped skulls wearing expressions alike all down the walkway all day and all night-
A smile skinned to its bone hides the expression once worn
Letters withhold lines forming unholy words
They preach to the lost bring the head of the accused
Let his tongue be sliced off and coated with dirt
Left to peel by this fruitful tree
Adding coat after coat i ask for the date
Killed with the swiftness of redacted phrases
As father beheads who he passively faces In search of what lies beneath a veil
Beneath the palms the sands and forbidden places
Wishing you here
Instead of swimming in memories
Determined you lived through years in weeks
And proved yourself worthy in seconds
Sprouted from old unfertilized soil
Grew a tropical white mornings glory
Brighter than any before her
And to one of many brighter and bolder
than any to come
The bottom of a shoe places me at home
Beneath the most beautiful gardener i have ever known
As if the part of my brain which reminds me to forget Lives with a limp and a back curved from regret
The screen a blink provides keeps bringing you back
To feel cold on a blistering road
Voices moaning melted warnings
Of how anything but your lap will be nothing but a seat
I prefer to stand these days
exhaustion scolding memory
Still and refusing to abandon the quarry
I'll learn to love your legs as they rust
After they whistle with each coming hill
After the day i start to carry a pair of paddles near
Until i spend my days daydreaming
More and more often driving carelessly
Id run endless miles with no decline in pace
While my shoes lost their soles and became battered lace
While skin grows like gravel oh the shine from glass shatter
Wayward eyes looking past horizons looking on as god gathers
Blessed be thou eyes to gaze through such skin
With years of wear defined in crisp tears
It sits justified while testifying to thee
Of things no machine will be able to see
If i knew my age by memories
i'd be no more than days old
Counting seconds I'm at best in two infinite repetitive holds
I've read of times we wore more blood than charismatic thorns
And realized my soul has grown past
The wave in my veins
Rehearsing which came today tomorrow n' yesterdays
My eyes break for light as my pores tell me sun is near
Looking at nature as something looks back
The shame one does feel
Does god truly hide his name in weather
Stormy nights clear blue skies
marble scarfs golden sweaters
I cannot keep trying to stay in heaven
Where you must know solid from liquid
Truth from treachery as prophecy plays with swaying words
A complex design of human synthetic kind
Might attempt to search for what was hidden from sight
As the wind makes friends the plants gossip of worms
The birds cover their sight with broken wings
As Fleas and ticks continue to bite
As righteous ones sing
Like the moon i grew drained from lonely nights
Adding melodies to my cries
Like a grasshopper confident death is afar
I sit under the shadow of a shoe
Patiently awaiting for the years to come
My stomach sits empty in the soft sand besides me
I wish her gaze was that of the moons towards the sun
Still and unbroken for as many hours
As the world with no shadows
Waited and watched for two opposites to fall in love
But all they got was a wink from the sky a blink of a light
From a shooting star which burned out before its first touch
A broken light post serves no purpose like an airplane to a stargazer
To the queens of the corner may the wrinkles in your smiles
Mark the miles your ears have been forced to endure
Bless your kindness to remember
Each paired window be they tinted or pure
The sun bleeds from sky into her eyes
Leaving marks from its lips upon the bridge of her nose
A few visit her cheek i wonder how lucky does one have to be
To hold a star so effortlessly
What is sabbath if not filled by minutes who failed to be filled by you
Who knows where i lay all i know is what is told
To know hunger is to know the taste of leather Boiled to a softness seasoned with moss
The grime and dirt washed away
Blood for the base a traditional crutch
Once we lived in trees placing babies on floors amongst leaves till the day they longed for their mothers till the night they learned to
Till those who couldn't convinced the others
Taught aging customs and weightless virtues
For witches to find those who walk with no road
Without towers to wave from
without powers to hold
They'll be ripped from the trees by the hands of the wicked
Reaching and scratching as they peel for skin
In search of malicious harboring crickets
The disappointment in their eyes mimicked mine
East to west they watch where we walk they hear what we speak
And judge what we think
My eyes meet night but air smells of day
Split seconds ahead of reflection allows one to detect deception
In each drag of breath in each paused confession
How it reeks of dried blood and sweet licorice
With new tasting dirt my feet begin speaking tongues
Wrinkles in time marking pathways of kinds
The steps that were left hidden to find
Copper to exchange tainted water rotted grain
The mark of our birth withholding a way
A toiled ship damaged, floating affray
Held by a man would lead any to wonder
Beneath an ocean is simply an ocean to any above it
I'll remain cautious and wary of tones
The speed of their watches the grace in their bones
Walking to death calmly aware of how fearful i am
Praying for relief the end might not have Convinced i don't float due to comfort in walking
The shade that was brought on by wrong rapid weather
Kept preaching of how skin came long after feathers
Sailing replaced swimming and the weak continued to breed
Splitting meat bread and wine burying neat along a line
I saw visions of invasions by fish with legs as tall as clouds
Retaught of customs we once came proud of Breathless and weak my back bore pounds
My soul sat high and watched for sounds
These walls are the magic his name a quick spell
Those angels keep dancing alongside which fell
If god were to be allergic to cotton would undressing lead to heaven
With a sphere and spear the air sitting still
Waiting masses blaming chance
Waiting tyrants start to unite hand holding as they dance
Buying everything in sight as the walls guard the right
Guards raid the gates and ensue a new age
Revolution a fight amongst two towers tombing ground jewels
Lightning overcomes vastness as exodus enters in twos
Trees speak in tongues as i float by
Warnings of troubled times vague enough to fear
So i stand alone never knowing the warmth of a shadow
Along the grass listening for changes within wind
Within the changing throttle of void-less matter Watch for roaming stars the truth will be written
The words they will write will feel empty in rhythm
Making the most with a broken language
Lastly forget what ones been told
if breath is sacred
Then one grows old
being as the tree against wind
With cold skin, blue veins, defined textured bones
As breaths aligned
The more memories i live through the less i do
The more mirrors fall unto me in attempt to convey
I run from the news
the bloody food and tainted water
They'll never know the pain of their victims
Once mountains sit clean flushed exhausted and old
Skies will mourn losses causing sky and ground alike to fold
Standing still amongst trees we forget what is old
Stars are but souls lost on their way
The voice i hear resembles mine
In a way which would lead the blind to believe
The road free from debris
Broken skies collapsing bridges roads as hills grew wicked
Standing still i refuse to see nothing ever moves without me
My permission withholds reality as fragile as a teal upon water
Shame will ferment in rainwater smell
The comfort that birth the reign of tales
Seems to be sold by them as well
The ridge might shove the tree might bend
being until one does end
The sun rises as moon forgets to set alongside the fragile rest
They've bombed countries down in search of my father
Sank floating continents for the head of my brother
Failed attempts to lure me out from under a cover
For a glimpse of how perfection withheld before blunder
Rainfall sung as many warnings as it could
All which led me farther from truth
If i could only see how far the bend might curve I'd be able to read what the wronged had wrote In the words might lay a simple shallow truth
A realization bred by loneliness and ejaculated vermouth
Like velvet her skin brought comfort
Safety from weather and violent winds
Windows turned mirrors as crowds grew wider
As commotion brought others in
A riot at the square a riot they proclaimed
The guards lined the alleys and streets looked the same
A star amongst darkness a gleam to path way
A star amongst walkways a thief of long days
Wrong the road ahead seems
groves grow thicker as trails seam
Nightfall wills much worse
a ballad of growls, decapitated birds
Notes that would keep a snoring giant awake What more might god find amusing to make
If all i have left won't go by command
What more must be held by a shaky old hand
What we know sits beneath that awaiting to be
A hand is much more than meat sitting empty
A head is much less than media makes so
The days started sprinting, watch them as they go
Missing you the way desert skies miss texture
Reminding one of death brings life to gesture
Soulless sisters fighting brothers
Drenching their lands in blood of others
Kingdoms rise conquer crumble and fall
Down by winter up by fall
broken legs fail to get far
Laughter grows louder and tendons depart
My simple life flashes a withered old smile
Two feet to a brush when inches are miles
Perhaps i lay still and luck pays a visit
A fools final bill one great intuition
A glimpse of unreal cut short by twigs snapping
Dragged back to her coven
popped vessels bones cracking
Days in a stew and yet to be tasted
She speaks of life loss the moments gone wasted
Of harmony found in oddest of places
Of how the devil does clown on the simplest of faces
The strength is too still
Forgetful the will of a simple salvation
for money I would make god regret
The touch of creation two once proudly met
Casted aside buried and hidden
A grand race to damnation
Good luck and good riddance.
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