Seal the mountains, the peaks, the city—
The little emperor rides waves like in Shanghai Bund.
In the end, the man who loved beauty became a rifle.
Where is the man-made bathing pool atop that mountain?
The princely courage, allies in accord,
Carried martial genes, shamanic rhythms,
Carried cells of herbs and discipline, anti-entropy.
Like Zhang Xianzhong sinking treasure into the Min River—his final aesthetic.
He believed only in genetic revenge,
Mocking blossoms, young girls, and green plums in May.
Some tradition loved empire but mistook beauty.
It collapsed in his beautiful feed for the kingdom.
A sliver of beauty—madness moved in,
A sprite watered by greed,
Denied by earth and the abyss’s breath.
( Poems by Shifeimi
Translated from Chinese by AI with authorial editing and final approval.)
Softly, falling snowflakes dance around us, a whimsical trance subtle scents of winter's breath mingling with the promise of new life's depth — with our eyes locked, chests beating as one, the world around us a hazy vision spun, fingers interlace, a tender silent tongue, nervous mamihlapinatapai — die cast roll as we both lean in, anticipations herald jejune as we brush, ineffable warmth from within — core of the sun, bodies numb.
Memento Mori-bund relived phantasmagoric,
somnambulantly — dice read sweven.
*teardrops goodbye*
Cadence lowers its tenebrous tempo
Dulcet to a morose Memento Mori-bund
Lachrymose ribbon garnet fountain
Ruby rivulets in wine glass Chardonnay
Bubble floats to pop
Silence yet I sway
Miasma tang vitae oh Nueva
So they swing on a rope seputchra
Momma Mia mommy
Bites her lips
Somersault flips
Debauchery
In my hidden boutique adornment boudoir
My basement locked ossuary
Usse sabr karke jeena sikha Rahi hai jindagi
Jisse har chiz jidd karke pane ki aadt thi,
Usse un ankho ka intezar karna sikha Rahi hai jindagi
Jis har waqk hazaro palke bichaye baithe kafile ki adat thi,
Usse unki ek Nazar ke liye tarsa rahi hai Zindagi
Jisse har gadhi nazro ke bazaar mei ghumne ki adat thi,
Usse bund bund karke Ishq karna sikha Rahi hai Zindagi
Jisse mohabbat kadmo mei rakhne ki adat thi,
Usse kisi ke liye sadgi mei rehna sikha Rahi hai jindagi
Jisse kabhi sholah shringar ki adat thi,
Usse ek ek pal ki kimat sikha Rahi hai jindagi
Jisse waqt paiso se tolne ki adat thi,
Aur phir log kehte hai ki jindgi sirph imtehan leti hai
Magar Miya koi hamse puche toh bataye
Usse kisi ke liye jeena sikha rahi hai jindagi
Jisse Marne ki chahto se ghire rehne ki adat thi
Sain Dunya mein kaisay kaisay ghatya log hain,
Kuch log to apni orat ka bhi bund maartay hain.
Note.Bhai me haqeqat bayan karta hun serious.
Aik taraf say bund maartay ho dosri taraf say goli,
Oye Supari Killer aja maar lay meri bewi ka choli.
Note.Impossible,I am still bachelor singular alone.
bhalu shah vich na pawa,
sain bund na marwaieen.
There is a price to pay
I suffer pain night & day
Ready to hide ready to run
30,35 banday bund vich lun
They are coming after me
HAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHE.
Meri khala da phuda maaray zafar,
Meri khala de bund maaray zafar,
Meri khala day mun vich paway..
Note.Aunty meri Taxi gashti kuti..
Madam.Way palu oray A.
Palu.Nahi anda kuri yawa.
Madam.Ami kithay way.
Palu.Teri kus day vich ay.
Madam.Abu kithay way.
Palu.Teri bund vich ay.
Madam.Wya karwa lay.
Palu.Apni kuri paish kar.
Note.(kutti kamini kanjri).
Rondi plat vechan nu(222)
Sain tenu than than otay rool dain gay,,
Teri bund maar kay bund khol dain gay..
Note.Please bus kar do!!
Zafar DON tun sahi meri bund pari ay,,
Waqiye bai tera soda wawa tight ay..
Note.DON is dangerous.
Boris and Hancock heads held high but don't be surprised for they know how to lie
Pockets jingling they have no shame, they don't really find you all the same
Watch your loved ones through a screen or don't see them at all
Boris and Hancock laugh at you all
10 downing street parties on ,creating billions for the monetary fund
While we lock down in the covid bund
Geneticall genocide in a town close to you, come buy your tickets discount for two, Geneticall genocide lockdown your mind cash is dirty don't you find
Geneticall genocide please don't resist hold out your arm the needle is bliss
Geneticall genocide please stay at home nature's no good you have no right to roam
PPE shortage it wasn't really strange it's great to prepare for the genocide game
Profit from suffering please we can't breath it's like a fictional story hard to believe
Mortality rates at yearly highs babies dying in front of your eyes
It's hard to believe they have your health in mind when they go on killing our kind
Boris and Hancock were puppets on strings I only wonder what the future brings
Yes away they walk heads held high
Every government knows how to lie.
Talat.Apni soti menu day..
Sain.Tun bund vich leni ay??
Talat.Aho bund vich leni ay..
Sain.Bara wada ganda ayn..
Talat.Aho me pen yak policeya..
Sain.Powder day jurm vich kini
dair jail katti ce??
Talat.Wawa dair andar rya wan..
Sain.Tun punjab police de shaan..
Talat.Apni bhesaki menu day..
Sain.Tun oday vich tracker lana ay..
Talat.Tun bara chalak hoshyar ayn..
Sain.Me twaday Crime King da Abu..
Talat.IG akhya munday nu maar dawo..
Sain.Oye CIA daya putra thanay kehchari
ton lay kay Crime King day loray day size
tak menu har sheh de kahabar Ay..
Note.Talat Teri gaand k size ka Don ka Loda..
Kari Muri bund dain jaanday nay,,,
Ay baar baar bund marvanday nay..
Note.Mavasyay nay bay gerat Log....
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