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Once upon a time in old Shanghai
The city of dreams just came alive
Every young man wanted to come
For a better life in the Shanghai sun
The place was buzzing so full of life
They came in their thousands to roll their dice
Hustle and bustle out on the street
But the true reality was hidden deep
In the city of dreams
Waiting for you
Is a dream to chase
Where dreams come true
Give up your blood
Work hard and believe
And have a new life
In the city of dreams
Well they came from China and the world around
For a taste of paradise to win their crowns
In the city of dreams there was only one rule
Only the strong would make it through
But the people never stopped to think
How a beautiful dream could somehow sink
Gangs of criminals on every street
Now the city of dreams became deadly
Bridge
They came to the Bund
In the Shanghai boom
A muddy embankment
To build a museum
Along the waterfront
From north to south
This national architecture
Stands culture proud
In the city of dreams
Waiting for you
Is a dream to chase
Where dreams come true
Give up your sweat
Work hard and believe
And have a new life
In the city of dreams
They came to work for honest money
But only a few would taste that honey
The fights were fierce when trouble brewed
These gangs would fight in a terrible feud
The opium trade had taken its toll
The dealers were bad bigger and bold
In the city of dreams you had to get tough
Temptation for money and power was such
In the city of dreams
Waiting for you
Is a dream to chase
Where dreams come true
Give up your tears
Work hard and believe
And have a new life
In the city of dreams
In the city of dreams you had to survive
So many young people turned to crime
Protecting your family came at a cost
Because in this city they could end up lost
People eventually came to terms
Wealth and prosperity had to be earned
Some people would end up in those gangs
Others would die protecting their friends
In the city of dreams
Waiting for you
Is a dream to chase
Where dreams come true
Don’t ever give up
Work hard and believe
And have a new life
In the city of dreams
Inspired by a Film
© Copyright KC. Leake
23th June 2015
All Rights Reserved
Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting
Innards go to outwards on the floor
Faces you can’t recognize anymore
Low and behold they still breathe
So I drowned them in the kitchen sink
Mommy come here, don’t run mommy
Fine I will chase you if you wish
But now when I get you — Cheshire grin
I’m going to take your life to the grave
Your going to wish you had stayed
Sparks fly on concrete from my blade
Mommy — I call through the halls
Mommy — my newest leather doll
Mommy! I call through the halls
Mommy, my newest leather doll
Eyes once vibrant and full of life
Frozen in time within glass like ice
Taxidermist sand fills your rinds
Don’t struggle scream or fight
Or you will feel a slice from my knife
Mommy your lips quiver and shiver
Bound to the cold ossuary of mischief
Where I been killing kids that went ‘missing’
You raised the perfect little girl all along
Perfect at whistling a thanatopsis song
Memento Mori-bund and invictus
For I am the necromantic enchantment
Tragedy fused elegy viral malediction
Feel the sweet steel mommy, not fiction
First cut was to invoke submission
Writhe and twist against her sentence
Stand still mommy here comes number two
Mama's little chef, stirring a stew of soullessness
the final cut, a symphony of silences, as carmine trickles
a crimson recipe, where every piece is digested
and in the cannibalistic dance, I devour your essence
Glazed icons of madness, Mommy my macabre doll
stitched and serried in the butcher's gallery of my mind
where souls are naugahyde-wrapped, my taxidermied trophies
of terror, a cabinet of horrors, forever chilled in time
In mother's dark hymn, I'm the soprano of sin
warbling sweet nothings of blood and bone
as Daddy and brother join the hellish song
their voices silenced by my tender touch
mashed and drowned, the reapers brush
We are walking on the fine lines
That connects to the other side
Its exterior is very thin and you need
A giant telescope to document all the sordid
Boon and the naturalist colors; time is of
essence and you must be on time for the wedding
the guest are pouring in and the choir began to sing
the ceremony is about to begin so tell the guest to
walk through the doors that that leads from the basement
to the upper floor; you can only take that route once
to achieve your mission way up in the sky . You don’t have
enough time to remain on the ground, so follow your
heart where destiny is bund; take the side road that leads from
the main street and walk on the steps below and you will find
the platform that leads you the train station. You will find
the airline waiting gallery on the other side.
This might be the last time we will meet so post this letter for me
Tell my beau that I am coming to see thee at half past three
Tell my beau that the earth is flat you view it from the back
Tell my beau that the earth is round if you wear queen Elizabeth’s crown. Water is in the rocks and science can prove that
And you must get ready for the after shock.
Tell my beau that I will be true to thee; my hands are tied
But I will go with you to see where the arches merge with the sky
Heavens will bend once before you can see the sun and you will know
Howthe original journey began.I don’t need a lot of things for the
Journey; I only want enough money.I will carry only what I need for the journey, so keep your hopes high and tarry with me and let courage c
complets the journey. Post this letter for me.
We are walking on the fine lines
That connects to the other side
Its exterior is very thin and you need
A giant telescope to document all the sordid
Boon and the naturalist colors; time is of
essence and you must be on time for the wedding
the guest are pouring in and the choir began to sing
the ceremony is about to begin so tell the guest to
walk through the doors that that leads from the basement
to the upper floor; you can only take that route once
to achieve your mission way up in the sky . You don’t have
enough time to remain on the ground, so follow your
heart where destiny is bund; take the side road that leads from
the main street and walk on the steps below and you will find
the platform that leads you the train station. You will find
the airline waiting gallery on the other side.
This might be the last time we will meet so post this letter for me
Tell my beau that I am coming to see thee at half past three
Tell my beau that the earth is flat you view it from the back
Tell my beau that the earth is round if you wear queen Elizabeth’s crown. Water is in the rocks and science can prove that
And you must get ready for the after shock.
Tell my beau that I will be true to thee; my hands are tied
But I will go with you to see where the arches merge with the sky
Heavens will bend once before you can see the sun and you will know
Howthe original journey began.I don’t need a lot of things for the
Journey; I only want enough money.I will carry only what I need for the journey, so keep your hopes high and tarry with me and let courage c
complets the journey. Post this letter for me.
Squirrel's squeaky squeal...!
It was a warm evening stroll
along the bund of a canal;
The river flowing further away,
I used canal bund for my sway.
The muddy man-made track,
along the thickly wooded bank!
Many pleasant birds in sight,
going about their duties right!
Egrets, Storks, Ibis and Heron,
Peacocks with it's hens' harem.
A wading flock of herded ducks,
herded by herdsman's quacks!
Cattle criss-crossing at its will,
quenching thirst in waters still!
Fields of Paddy and Plantains,
an odd worker who maintains!
Rarely, a reptilian friend in way,
out to scramble as if I had a say!
All these and many more of wild,
their life in manner that is so mild!
That's when I came across one,
scooted away from me to shun!
A Squirrel, saw me - open 'n' bare,
fixed it's gaze on me with its pair!
Ran ahead and away - tail a tower,
a Palm tree to scale for its cover!
Squeaky squeal as it made its way,
hoping to shoo it's troubles away!
It's tummy and heart kept pounding
'rustle of my approach', in it hounding!
Frequent peep from its side and over,
to keep me away from it - however!
Gait of mine as I approached close,
see fear in its eyes and pointed nose!
Hid itself, up in that Palmyra crown,
did I see it staring at me with a frown?
Mindful and yet unmindful of it I walk,
without any thought in me to stalk!
For fear was caused by, in its mind,
no role of mine in it - is what I find!
In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade.
Each mortal she ensnares, a lugubrious, ghoulish spectacle unfolds, as if the very essence of the lake itself had been vitrified, its aqua viscera now Elysian repository of forgotten, memento mori-bund.
Haunting gaze, a diaphanous, cerulean abyss, draws in the unwary, like a siren's deadly, mellifluous call, beckoning them to surrender to the lake's funereal, abyssopelagic depths.
Her raven tresses, a susurrant undulant cascade of nocturnal umbrageous beauty, frames a visage pulchritude dolorous dirge, an oxymoronic, surreal juxtaposition of the celestial and the sepulchral.
As she traverses through the lake’s tomblike, profound silence, her every stride, a calculated, deathly, stiffened rhythm, stirs up a whirlwind of syrupy, piscine abominations, skulking beneath the surface, their gelatinous, depths forms writhing, akin to some perversely, marine, infernal mockery of a waltz.
In this eerie aquiline lacustrine domain this being reigns supreme an anathema, a brobdingnagian female personification of these dark bubbling benthic, viscous, and malevolent sentience, a monstrous xenophobic quintessentially wraithlike entity, forever doomed to haunt the twilight, abyssal, and dreamlike shores of the lake of human mines.
Just untangle and snip the threads and you will be fine. In the luminous labyrinth of society, a kaleidoscope of perspectives unfolds, where idiosyncratic souls shatter certainties, embracing the abyssal void. We, the insular inhabitants, mistake tenebrous convictions for apocryphal truths, perpetuating a tortuous cycle of rancorous comparison. In the diaphanous murk of our minds, we grasp the eclipsian reality: no crimson right, only a gauzy tapestry of behemoth wrongs, each one a necromantic reflection of our xenial uniqueness. We tantalize the iridescent horizon of growth, where luminescent minds oscillate between the bucolic past and the resplendent future. In the sultry depths of our heterogeneous souls, we coruscate with an anathema to the status quo, a vehement desire to dissemble the ossuary of our Memento Mori-bund understanding. We festinate in the nadir of our mephistophelean nature, comparing the fathomless depths of our own growth to the xenophobic other, a catafalque of jettatura that obfuscates the vellichor of our inexorable ineffable nature is the fact that conformity and shackles only bind those who wish to be the same, who tend to throw shade at us who are different.
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.
The performance expresses meaning through gesture,
gentle stories and tales without words to venture.
White washed face and biggish eyes,
timing and theatrical endurance wise.
Pointing towards the human sensitive struggle,
how to keep the soul, mind and heart to juggle.
Like the fool of tarot card and number zero,
through owns life journey ever present hero.
Reflections from people driven by needs and urges,
that fallen into some deprivation as it emerges.
Indication of looking before leaping,
too much emphasis on lustrous reaping.
Excitement and spontaneous so very fickle,
no true commitments rather a sour pickle.
Taken to many steps ahead and topple,
trying to be the best being a role model.
Invisible violin played as message blunt,
when appointed drama becomes too bund.
Simple expressions to simple act,
truth speaks further then the fact.
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.)