it was the immaculate conception
inconceivable as it was
me being birthed from the womb
of man’s ideology…motherless
never nurtured from the essence of her femininity
an umbilical cord just a figment of
my sentimental imagination
i arrive as a prophet in my own right
and though i have not walked on water
i have ceremoniously baptized countless
in pools of their own blood
for i am the axis upon which
fear and love revolve around in perpetuity
thus, I am aptly named the Revolver
a solver of sorts
that mediates matters in medieval fashion
as I am fashionably dressed
mostly in shades of onyx
but I have been known to have wore
chrome exquisitely well as well
the proper attire indeed
as I foretell what is fated for legion
as I am irrevocably mated with clip after clip after clip
and our union would eclipse the light of many
impregnated with hollow-tipped shells
all my children would silently dwell
within my amniotic sac
each eagerly waiting for that hammer to cock back
and release them through the length of my dark chamber
come tease my trigger-clit with your anger
and I will show you how I begat them
spat them in frightening sequence
deadly precision…one by one
come…let your clouded decisions misguide you
and be my masculine mid-wife
as I give birth to these bullets with no names
go ahead and pull it!
and I will maim and kill at your discretion
i promise…hear my progeny cry
as they exit me in a flash of a new dawn
feel the ringing of their voices echo
throughout your ears as they reconcile your fears
hold me firm in your hand and
i will assuage the God-complex
sitting seductively in the back of your subconscious
the Lord giveth and WE shall taketh away
and if we so choose to stay the hand of our judgement
they shall be reborn under the blanket of our terror
with me at your waist I will make you
more of a man than your dick ever could
pull me out your pants
and people will always tremble at the sight of me
i am always hard and ready to bust
again and again and again
leaving the uninitiated keeled over in orgasmic agony
viewing their reflections for one last time
in the puddles of plasma left in my heated wake
i will extend your ego a 100 fold my niz
but I must confess
i do have some serious abandonment issues
for without the sweaty embrace of your palm
the seductive stroke of your index finger
i am worthless…just a prisoner of no circumstance
suspended in animation
so always keep me near baby
i am your genie in a black bottle
your street oracle tucked near your crotch nice and snug
i am forever the UN-mother
heralding death’s potential in my cold metal womb
i am the point beyond reasoning
where humanity utterly fails
and decadence prevails
and I shall pronounce you neo-King
of this barren wasteland
nestling under the illusion of my security
while i snicker behind your back
gloating in my triumph over the triumvirate of the
mind body and soul
Hahaha, the transition from the giver of life to the taker, from the peacemaker to the shit starter. The power of making a coward a brave individual, with the right plan a beggar could live comfortably. We want to discuss this with you soon, tight
Yep. This is how it is. Cowards becoming bullies though access to firearms.
Conflict resolution takes on a different meaning. Big thx or the commentary, bro
Much respect
Naaj
Brilliantly penned, Naaj. This is a powerful write my friend, I dig the layers and incredible storytelling brother. This is next level good, much respect sir. Appreciate you.
Damian
Glad you dug the layers, bro. This is an ongoing conversation in my head
that I tried to unpack without rambling.
Big thx and much respect
Naaj
I would have never imagined thinking of a firearm this way. I love the way you kept writing it in a verse of the testament as if you scribing it into the book
Fia, the way you read was the way it lowed and yes…there is a book in my mind in regard to this topic [gun violence]
I’m glad you enjoyed chapter one
Much respect
Naaj
Incredible write. Totally captivating for the reader. It is bold but not violent. It simply speaks of the potential for…
This is a great write, Naajir. Very thick with detail and circumstance. Awesome.
Yeah I dug this one up as a conversation piece. Glad you enjoyed the journey
Much respect
Naaj
Man, I hate guns! Loud popping sounds in general trigger me a bit. I remember a time when we fought with bats, bricks, and small knives. Some were good with their fists. My main criticism about self-defense with a gun is that some idiot will pull that sucker in a panic and shoot himself or some bystander. A lotta folks don’t even consider that. There was a time when only specialized warriors held that kind of fear & respect. Now any ol’ fool can be a serious danger. The Devil’s world in a nutshell. Great topic!