SOULFLAME MAGAZINE

  ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is reflective, tense, emotional, philosophical, socially disturbing, and cautionary. The poem creates a deep awareness of hidden corruption beneath the visible structures of society. THE DEEP STATE I remember those days when mum would say-  Son!  Just locate a church as soon as you arrive there.  All churches were churches  And God, the Omega.  It doesn't work that way today. Mum will be good enough to say- Son!  Locate a living church, and never prostitute around.  Pregnancy is real and STDs, sure! Check here-  My undies have no pockets,  You know my head is small. Back in those days when dad would say- Son!  You know where you are leaving;  Make friends, but never lose concentration.  The castle of impossibility has taken in  Awaiting the days of possibility,  When Amelia shall make himself a bot.  It goes the other way this time.  Dad will be mindful-  Son!  "In...

  ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is dark, prophetic, tense, reflective, emotionally disturbing, and spiritually confrontational. The poem conveys a strong warning against religious deception and corruption. PHYSICIANS OF NO VALUE He stroked the mother masquerade  And the congregation scattered.  He killed the king priest  And the veil broke.  The naked temple showed to the world  Its vessels of gold, silver, wood, and even clay.  Give to me the ancient days  Where the priest was fit for the temple.  Where all the Levites turned babes  Thinking no evil against their fellows. Gone are the days  When the most holy was the most sacred  Highly feared for the unseen.  "Sin", the principal disconnector has part all good. Dungeon is today's temple,  And priest, a prison warden  Father involuntarily gives life to the fittest  Sleeping right in our very eyes.  His colleague laid his bed, And he slept honorably like th...

  ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is dark, spiritually tense, emotional, and apocalyptic. The poem evokes a profound awareness of judgment, suffering, mortality, and spiritual accountability.   THE BEST OF DEATH Tell me of sorrowful days  When man needs the warm hands of death  And all death would do is laugh and laugh For the one who spat years back needs its blessings.  I can behold death shut the mouth of Mother Earth  And then old age intoxicates the living.  The sound of the grinder too good to hear,  The sound of the clock ticks louder at Revelation than in Genesis.  "We need you, we need you, we need you", Death mimics like a dumb will. Now is the time when death wrestles with man,  There comes a time when man would wrestle with death, but to no avail  For death and Hades have a misunderstanding  And then Earth (the referee) is an impotent,  The supreme father has seized its power.  Death has its best  But not t...

  ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is luxurious, reflective, philosophical, emotional, and spiritually sobering. The poem fosters a profound awareness of human mortality, despite wealth and worldly success. GRAVE, THE WEALTHIEST MAN My love, Pitch your Antilia in Banwa Private Island  And sleep in the First World Hotel.  Wake with music symphony  And slowly you go out of Symphony of the Seas,  Tipping toe into your Koenigsegg CCRR Trevita.  Ensure your health with the Royal Adelaide Hospital.  And your gift? The Malaysian 14-karat gold coffin.  Westwood Village Park Memorial is all they could offer.  All luxury life is gone, And all your wealth is the grave's-The wealthiest of all mortals. “All luxury life is gone And all your wealth is the grave's” AUTHOR’S NOTE Grave, The Wealthiest Man was inspired by deep reflection on luxury, wealth, mortality, and the temporary nature of human existence. Through references to some of the world’s most expensive...

ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is dark, spiritually intense, mysterious, reflective, and cautionary. The poem creates a haunting emotional environment filled with fear, deception, hidden evil, and the inevitability of death. THE NECROMANCER The priest who pastors a parish  Is the same, a Necromancer necromancing in Necropolis.  Let your eyes feed on his eyes  And you shall behold at right, the Holy Bible, And on the left, Seven Book of Moses.  He gallops on the altar in the day,  And boogie at night in the coven.  Invite misunderstanding  And he will be good to call the ghost of his ancestors.  Let him lose a son  And the coffin will be filled with weapons of canal war- The bomb, the matchet, the axe, and even the hammer.  If miracles disobey him  Then he will be good to cast souls into a pillar.  Tell him you need a child, and you both will copulate.  Ask me about his wife  And I will tell you she's delicious.  You w...