Violence, Lust and Power

Blindfolded figure on a throne of broken screens and chains, holding a torch and phone amid ruins and chaos

What gospel remains when power rewrites the scripture?

Leaders flooded nations with corruption;
religion flaunted faithless purity.
Mass media fed us on deception;
our feet dragged through fetid apathy.

Gentleness and humility thought bad;
violence, lust and power the true path.
Trash talk, sleazy behaviour admired;
mental illness that must be rewired.

Minds strained by the weight of being holy;
spineless sheeple felt forever lonely.
Tortured souls struggled to fight the mighty;
individuals their own Almighty.

Stampeded to their gain without a thought;
everyone an enemy to be taught.
Dishonesty poisoned every race;
human gods were determined to erase.

—H, still screaming beneath the altar

Anger & Injustice

Religion & Shame

A brooding gothic painting showing a bowed man in a dunce cap beside a white goat, surrounded by a furious crowd in muted blue and gray tones, symbolizing public shaming and moral hypocrisy.

Outdated Bigot

I bowed my White guilt over the scapegoat, and felt their demonisation axe fall. I recalled how they blamed me for their ills: culture is more than a name on a wall!

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A weary man carries a wooden cross along a rainbow-lit path through gothic ruins under moonlight

Born Gay

A scream, a slash, a gasp, this poem doesn’t whisper, it detonates. "Born Gay" is a defiant, fragmented descent into systemic hate, internalized shame and the brutal resilience of a soul made for light but forged in fire.

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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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A brooding gothic painting showing a bowed man in a dunce cap beside a white goat, surrounded by a furious crowd in muted blue and gray tones, symbolizing public shaming and moral hypocrisy.

Outdated Bigot

I bowed my White guilt over the scapegoat, and felt their demonisation axe fall. I recalled how they blamed me for their ills: culture is more than a name on a wall!

Read the Full Whisper →

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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A solemn man in cracked armor stands before a gothic mirror, surrounded by labels like “manspreading,” “privilege,” and “toxic”

Straight White Male

A provocative, satirical poem dissecting identity, shame and language in the modern world. From “mansplaining” to “gender-neutrality,” it delivers a bitter elegy for the straight white male, and the backlash he never saw coming.

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A bruised young man stands in a dark gothic street under gargoyles, with a distant rainbow flag flying above

Gay-Bashed

A defiant and heart-rending poem that confronts gay oppression head-on. From bashed bodies to buried love letters, it exposes the cost of silence, and the strength it takes to endure.

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A brooding gothic painting showing a bowed man in a dunce cap beside a white goat, surrounded by a furious crowd in muted blue and gray tones, symbolizing public shaming and moral hypocrisy.

Outdated Bigot

I bowed my White guilt over the scapegoat, and felt their demonisation axe fall. I recalled how they blamed me for their ills: culture is more than a name on a wall!

Read the Full Whisper →