The fall had thought
For so very long
How was it,
That math and science
Could evolve,
As mind and memory
Did deteriorate,
In the spirit of man?
As below, and
So on top
And so it seems
The whole has got
To give its soul
Over to, ego and control;
For it is the team
That is the biggest fink,
And for the many
It would seem
The individual, is
The weakest link.
The dividing line
Between shadow and I
Lies between the twain
Set upon a mirrored surface
That itself does contain
Some differences
In reflective
Surfaces.
Shadows, how they fall
In distances, from the walls
And the citadels, that they had built for all of us.
And from our ancestors to our ash
None of this will to will, will last
As we again do cast, shadows to the north of I, and shadows to the south, of some lost and lonely self,
Lost in straw; and imagining,
At what made shadows and what will Gods, and what the demons that will wait to pounce upon the fools, at the gate.
And loss to lost, and the record of our loss will fall to shadows
Distant and receding
To shores undreamt and conceding
To the dreamers of the dream, (in) dreaming.
And now by the light of some other dawn, come the shadows standing tall,
Like watcher's watching all of us,
From some n'other wall that towers over and above some other huddled, muddled mass
All lost in straw, with fevered dreams and muttered prayers;
Lost to time and lost to cares
Then forgot, and gotten caught in shadows grasp.
And shadow grasps at straw;
And shadow grasps,
Without no bones to gnaw upon
No bones to pray what for
Nor make much more
Than what it was we had to made before, remembering
The divide in us.
Closing in, pressing around
It's only the freedom of movement
No volition to lend its constraint
Physical forces in moment
Minimum support from surrounding air
Weak random pushes of pressure
Touching skin so to cancel the warmth
Ambiguous feeling of pleasure
So on to the void, emptiness compromised
A need to expand without limit
When movement discovers a new boundary
Supporting an Other within it
Futile is the sun to a heart in awe
And trivial is the Moon's cosmic fame
These worldly voices to me are noises
These flowers are like invisible stars
For what is it that the galactic infinity contains...
Nothing, but your face to keep me sane
What brings me joy is a Pair of those hazel brown eyes
And a warm melodious smile that makes me fly
For we are one in every realm
Transcending worlds, Entangled in love
Enantioming in shadows and light
Or so I thought............
8th of Jan, 2026 (12:36 am)
So many phantom shapes
Fluff about the local space
I can barely sense them brushing
Not hiding, just skimming existence
Not in or out
Among the growing shadows
I recall music I've never heard
Reminding me of places I've never been
Where I yearn to go back
This is the stuff of happiness
It and I alone, together mingling.
This here is the thing. It is indicated
By a signal coming from a source,
Questioned by a desire for validity,
Soaking in a pool of vapour.
Language gives a structure
To imaginary fabrication
Whose existence is assumed
Quite without substantiation
Concrete metaphors convince
Whomsoever desires conviction;
These are entities vibrating
Autogenic deification.
Vine leaves winding round the clock hands
Are interpretations of time’s change
Like the lengthening shadows
Engaging the heat of the day
But once the night stars
Withdraw their spark into themselves
It is all over
Bar the wailing.
No name
no echo
only blood flowing
skin without edges
as you stumble through life
the breach
within a wound
opaque origin
before form
missing beat
when you believe you feel
a hollow
in the bones
uncreated
the body
before the body.
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.)
The Master of the weaklings, leader of all fallen people, do not leave me here.
Oh, my spiritual Master, the true embodiment of light, do not leave me here.
My dear friend, save me from the swamp of the Earth. Do not leave me here.
You helped me, you saved my life, you are my leader. Take me away from here
I want to follow you everywhere, across galaxy systems, take me away from here.
I want to learn from you. Teach me, everywhere in the time, take me away from here.
My Master, oh glorious prince of the Light, save me from this world, take me away from here.
I beg you, oh Master, to give me a new life, to be in your spirit, take me away from here.
I want to live forever, explore the galaxies, work with you, participate in new civilizations.
My glorious Master!
I love you!
Take me away from here!
Is Satan evil?
People say that Satan is an evil creation, because he was gone from the army of God.
Yes, it’s true, but he is not an evil being.
He just lives and works differently.
Yeah, he doesn’t want to go to heaven.
Yes, this is the truth, he needs existence.
Satan not running to heaven, because of the world
The entire universe is a barren wasteland, still, nothing else
The galaxy is an emptiness, there is no life, nothing, bleakness.
Satan watches the empty lands, there is no life, seeds fly.
Where was life millions of years ago? There is no creation
Our universe is empty, all the planet is a virgin land of paradise.
Yeah, there needs to be life. Where can I go? Into heaven? Or to a new planet?
I am following the ghost, the great demon, and we will create a new world.
Somewhere else in the universe
There will be lives for us.
Demons
Evening
(Tense late calm)
Late vigilance, evening colors, everything quiet, dead, rigid,
Many of my memories disappeared, the day took them far away, they disappeared into grayness,
Now I'm standing here, looking at the landscape, Master is watching, he perceives my desire, my soul,
… I ponder, I stare at the seemingly dying distance…
He sees that I'm brooding and says, that's good, you're waking up now,
Let's go, you and I, and discover this being, the light in the darkness,
Come, hurry, a few hours and the morning will come, and by then everything may seem
... And the mystery, the metaphysical life, which is undying... will be undiscovered.
Light in the darkness? I wonder how, and how this is possible?
Perhaps rather the infinite nothingness in the darkness.
That's right, the answer came to my mind. Life is still bright,
… if it spreads in the endless and empty dark depths…
I travel back to a nascent time,
when bairn girl sojourner twins arrived.
Born from their earth mother’s womb,
embodied by Mother Nature’s bosom.
Goddesses embraced by the Universe.
Dualism beyond the physical world
Their essence of silvery stars,
sends love’s chemical reactions.
Their beatific smiles so warm and inviting,
and magical thinking inspires all.
Illuminating pure energy that soars from your light,
spreads wildly around, igniting the night.
The delightful bond inside you both, heaven's call.
Qualities, talent, and intuition divine,
Their existence, always sunshine.
Inseparable even when miles apart
They're always in each other’s hearts.
You’re always here in mine.
Being is life that gives life, truth that gives truth
It is not perfect, good or divine
It is simply beyond all these attributes
Immeasurable and unutterable
It is the Silent One of Light: The Father
Knowing is the light reflection of being
Through whom the One itself knows himself
Thought that became a shining reality
Knowing is the forethought of the all
She is Barbelo: The bright Holy Spirit
Willing is the only offspring of knowing
The child willed for the all to come forth
Being anointed by being to rule all
Who also willed to come to the world
He is the way, the truth, and the life: The Son
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