Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…

Small figure stands surrounded by towering shadowy giants in a desolate, smoky landscape

Fearless Giants

A lyrical cry against the double standards of voice and silence, this poem challenges the unchecked power of those deemed untouchable while the speaker is forced to kneel, apologize and disappear.

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A decayed throne stands in the ruins of a dark city, shadowed by a towering cathedral beneath storm clouds, symbolizing greed, deception, and moral decay.

Veins of Corruption

Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.

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shirtless man with bruises sitting in a rusted cage under moonlight

Beaten and Broken

In this Tesla-inspired 3-6-9 poem, love turns from intoxicating to imprisoning. Bruises, both emotional and physical, tell the truth hidden behind honeyed words and silken lies.

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Whispers from the Altar: More Poems of Faith and Fracture…

A decayed throne stands in the ruins of a dark city, shadowed by a towering cathedral beneath storm clouds, symbolizing greed, deception, and moral decay.

Veins of Corruption

Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.

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A haunting dark portrait of a man taking a selfie in a cracked mirror, his glowing eyes revealing a demonic presence.

The Selfie That Stole My Soul

Each click of the lens snatched a piece of light. Lucifer waits behind every pose. What if the image reflects not what we are but what we’ve lost?

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A hooded executioner stands over a kneeling prisoner, guided by a priest, as a raven circles above a castle crowd

They Came for Me

A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.

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Whispers of Protest: More Social Poems to Shout…