God's Revolver.

This poem is like drinking a gallon of nitroglycerin, then jogging.

Last night I dreamt that I was with God.

He sat across a table that spread like the sea.

However, he was only several inches from me. 

He placed upon the table.

Six bullets and a gun.

He spoke unto me and said:

"It's time to play, my son."

"You've denied me all these years, ignoring your own faith.

Well it's time to step up to the plate, let me give you just a taste."

He loaded the first bullet.

There it was carved of bright blue.

"This is all your thoughts and everything you ever knew." 

 He spoke to me again,

"We are not yet finished, young one.

Let me finish what is meant to be,

I'll show you how it's done"

He grabbed another bullet,

This one was carved of red.

"This is all your speech, everything you've ever said."

At this I became unnerved, I began to shift and quake.

God grabbed my wrist lest I run.

And He said "DOUGLAS WE ARE NOT YET DONE!

THERE'S STILL 4 MORE THAT YOU MUST SEE,

FOR YOU TO BECOME THE MAN YOU MUST BE!"

He chose another bullet.

One carved of darkened green.

"This one is your sight, everything you've ever seen." 

I smiled at this thought, for I have seen a lot.

I looked for the next bullet I thought that God would choose. 

"You claim to have nothing.

Nothing left to lose?"

God boomed in my face.

It became quite clear.

That feeling in my gut,

Must surely be fear.

The next round that he picked up

Was carved of ebony.

"This is all your confrontation. 

Every enemy."

I began to breathe heavy.

Began to breathe quite fast.

This white bullet He picked up.

Was the second to the last.

"This one is your life.

Your future and your past."

God picked up the final cartridge.

One that was carved of gold.

"This my son, be proud of.

For this one is your soul."

My jaw was on the floor.

My hands upon my chest.

He handed the gun to me and said

"It's time to become blessed."

I spun the chambers seven times.

Another thirteen more.

I counted down from ten.

But only got to four.

"STOP! What are you doing?"

The Lord asked in shock and awe.

"How could you be so foolish, after what you just saw?"

Those rounds are not for you to take.

Fire not upon your head.

End ignorance of all the world.

Fire love on the people instead.

Change tides.

Move mountains.

Turn deserts,

Into fountains.

God gave me his Revolver.

He stressed me to no end.

For all he really handed me.

Was a shiny, brand new pen.

Author's Note

No religious babble please. I'm proudly not religious. I have my beliefs, I do not wish to change them to yours.

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

:)

[Douglas Prophetic]

thank you very much all of you. though robin, in no way am i trying to put on a display like a white gangsta.
yes all of my work is written to be performed out loud, and i do so. every month at open mic nights locally.
i'd really like to get published, and i'm trying to find a way to do so.

[Tony]

Good stuff this. The author has a great imagination and ability to present interesting material with gravity.

[Red_Queen]

HOly s**t. I honestly don't know what to say.
I don't believe in god but this poem spoke volumes. it was absolutly incredible. By far the best i have ever read on this site. wow i am off to look at more of your work that was amazing.

[Rosary]

Awesome. was this a real dream of yours?
I love the structure of the story the suspense the creativity its great.
no religious babble from me
i dont think anyones got it right
and i dont think that was the point of the poem anyway
anyone who got that from this is just not understanding the point.
anyway i hope to see more from you in the future
you seem to have alot of talent

[robin]

Well done. Is it spoken performance kind of poetry? Great commanding epic. Rides a thin line on being preachy. God probably wouldn't use a gun, He's not likely a white gangsta. Fire love is the best part Like a White panther from the 1800's gang. Excellent