A weapon that’s finely honed—
not more than a wire, a knife.
Nowhere on Earth I belonged,
until you invaded my life.

Around me, your arms wrap with comfort;
warmth spreading; hold’s steady, no effort.

Throughout, all’s familiar, safe.
My self (for what I always longed)—
no longer a weapon, a knife—
a man, fully, finally owned.

what's it like to have a gun to your head?
the feeling of the cold barrel pushed up against your hair,
knowing that inside that barrel is a future that rides the line you didn't always think you'd walk.
the wideness of that barrel, you can feel it's exact measurements on your skull.
the gaping hole in the center of the tube, that weightless piece against you,
but only physically weightless.
the heaviness of the weapon becomes
as heavy as your heart.

is it the part of the power in the trigger against your hand?
or is it the knowledge of the chemistry inside that gun,
that's pushing against your hand,
like your palm and finger with that gun have a newfound power?
is it a horrifying power?
is it peaceful?
is it aggressive?
loud?
is it as quick as your instincts?
the flip of the coin,
as quick as your mind changes?
is it as exhilarating as you wanted?
or as deadly as you thought?
is the weight of the bullets as much as the potential you have,
that you so easily dispose of?
so easily reject?

which is it, Isa?

Out in the penetrating haze
Of the natural world
Weapons are used, not made.
No battle is a war
Out in natural light.
And weapons are used, not made.
Indifferent as she is,
Nature picks no side,
And so weapons are used, not made.
When something is born,
In natural light
It is born creature, helpless
So no weapon is born to be made.
Yet under lightbulb, in man's metal warehouse
In sanitary stink and entombed disembodiment,
Some weapons are bred to be played.

ARMAS MO'Y PANALANGIN.

Bago natin hangarin ang pansarili hiling,
Hingin na bawat isa'y makabangon at gumaling;
Sa gabay Nya, walang maiiwang nakabitin
Pagkat ang DIYOS ay mas higit pa sa bituin.

Mataimtim na dasal ang mainam na gawin.
Isuko sa kanya ang lahat ng masamang gawain;
Talikuran at wag na nating ulit-ulitin
Ang Kanyang utos ay di dapat balewalain

Normal lang matakot, pananalig mo'y wag hawiin
Boung pusong pananampalataya - Sya'y purihin;
Huminahon at sa kanya tayo'y manalangin
Handa syang makinig, naghihintay lamang sa'atin.

Simpleng pagsubok lamang ito kung tutuusin
Kung sa kanya ang tiwala mo'y hindi bitin;
May dumating mang hadlang at ika'y sirain
Itanim sa isipan - armas mo'y panalangin.

Breathe deeply kiddies and get some virus
Cyrus the Virus is here to **** you
Novichok flavour just for you
VX nerve gas special come get some
You'll feel fine better than the Black Death
Roll up and and get some bugs
Only the best for you lazy Millennials
Made in Russia mothertruckers
Neo Soviet influence touching you
Reaching out for you wherever you are
Even on the Moon or Planet ******* Mars
Not even Santa and Old Nick are safe
Novichok gonna get you virus kaput time