SOULFLAME MAGAZINE

  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...

  ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is reflective, philosophical, spiritual, and emotionally thoughtful. The poem creates a deep sense of self-examination and personal awakening. TIME OF RIDDLE In the absence of a problem  There is a problem. The problem is not about being born  But to whom you were born? The problem is not necessarily about who you were born to  But who nursed you? The problem is not about who nursed you  But what order does she belong to? The problem is not about the order she belongs to  But what you were dedicated to. The problem is not what you were dedicated to  But what you did when you grew to know who you are. The problem is not about growing to know who you are  But the step taken toward correcting the mistake The problem is not about correcting the mistake  But knowing who you now serve. The problem is not about knowing who you serve  But knowing your final destination. Eternal life or eternal condemnation  It ma...

ATMOSPHERE The atmosphere is sorrowful, reflective, emotional, and philosophically heavy. The poem evokes a sense of pain and emptiness by questioning the value of justice that arrives after an irreversible loss. UNJUST JUSTICE How lovely is justice  When Hades had not yet a keeper  And to a fellow not Dad Of what benefits is it  That him whom we do fight for, live not to see our  Small immeasurable efforts  That's unjust justice.  The pain of death, he feels it to the brim Tina was gang-raped  The Police welcomed new neighbors  The learned men sat firmly on the matter  Tina's hands they raised  She still sleeps. Peter badly felt the love of the butcher's chopper.  The keeper, the chopper,  Even the blade, none were flair  Yes! He could not rule o'er the blade  So the blade ruled o'er his mind-  He's guilty.  Peter rested before justice. Look at Magdalene  Yesterday she carried a bowl of love  We s...