SOULFLAME MAGAZINE

  HOW IMPORTANT IS QUARREL! How about Mr Joshua Who tapped the daughter's back glory And she took it so mean I'll never fail to mention Sir Ken Who asked a sister, “Do well to drop it on my bed” you know what that means Not to talk of Sir Duke, a Reverend! Who knows about her underwear And where it tears. You desire that I say more? In the cause of protecting their images Mr. & Mrs. Ben have bent their daughter's womb My boy! Never tame the untame Tame that which can tame it, “the mind.” They should...that I die with this little swamp Of secrets. At which, if no fellow hits, it dies in me. Peter Simon! Begone with your sword For him who the sword so cliff, death comes This, they all know. Him who teaches and they who hear The same can relate. AUTHOR’S NOTE This poem emerges from a profound reflection on the hidden realities within society, realities often concealed beneath silence, fear, and the desire to maintain a public image. It considers how wrongdoing can be widel...

BOOTIES OF WAR Away a step from the scene Where a baby mourned her mum who lived no more It's painful, for us who wept, found no comforter. And those who did, took not his advice. For their fate was controlled by the stream of endless ocean That sprang the baby's eye  Who took no suck if not from mum Who exists no more. Back from the scene For you shall behold and sleep no more. There lies a river that sustains canals That flows to an ocean which gives Wave to no ship of merchandise. What ended him was the edge of a sword Pierce into the soul. All she labored for was her  vessel of honor, Who now, is to men Of valor a booty of war. Toasted like vow wine, prepared just for the master's use. Keep that sword! Or shall you again race while your mother lame? I know! Always had it been in the blood to spill. And yet, there be no Napoleon Who will show, only to behold it conquered. Those who've seen it take it, a film. Those who have heard it, a story. And those who've exp...

  ADULTERERS T helma, you have been a Nightingale with paws. H ow have you been able to purchase your customer's heart? I ndiscrimination has worn you, S neak has been your strategy W hat have you done, oh fair Thelma?. O ver your head raised burden, R olled over and over again, L ifted up and down. D avid ignores Beersheba's nakedness this time. I t's enough-why to let him have Thelma all alone. S o far as he bid, and paid much more. A llow him to end his joy W eeks hath him to live, he smells sepulcher O racle said so E ngulf him so he lives to love eternity. D o you give ear to the afterlife? O r do you think there is love in thirst? N either are you the first nor the last, right? T helma, your way is cunning in sight. L et's talk things out; have you ever seen the rich merry in serene? O r the poor, the vision of food? V erily unto you I say, dream merry are for the unable E very dream delicacy hath been tasted by Barons I nasmuch as he wasn't satisfied, T h...

  LOVE ME TILL I DIE! My daughter is a princess The first of the prominent imperial majesty. The true royal blood Does not entangle with the blood of a bloodless blood. My daughter - Sit on the head of your subject. Hey! Daughter of a common man Prepare my daughter, (the princess) Nebbucadnezzer's delicacy. Don't forget hand sanitizer You know we don't like germs. Be clean but not holy for all I care. Princess Mabelle!, Always- At least the forgotten will do well in pell, It shows a new dimension of growth Really? Who made you a judge? Where is your fate, if not that we decide? The Queen has a taste of this soon. Daughter of a common man- This is not House of common And if common dwells in, She must try to relate with things that are the same.. If not in good plates, you've tasted good food, Much more than your third class citizen Parents can afford. At least exchange the struggle with good delicacies. You are a slave And you mustn't try to be the heir you are not. ...