Corruptions was as old as this ancient province. As the population multiplied and new cities formed, organized crimes often followed. Many who lived in Guangxi went about their normal daily lives as they worked at various occupations, however, lives can have their secrets and evil lurked in the shadows. Many of the townspeople possessed slaves; slaves who had a high value that governed the economics of the law-breaking world. Human traffickers, along with drug lords, ruled this region. To keep their actions hidden, the crooks bribed the officials to look the other way.

With gleeful smiles he did love his work, thoughts of
others fashioned into orbs. Those of most precious
moments never to be forgotten enshrined in this
master craft of incantation his palms drifted over
Those who wished it copied for keep sakes worth.

He spoke unto the winds as he formed a bubble
shimmering blank needing's of thought. Slight
images wisped from mind to orb, pictures formed
of what was a reflection duplicated in this spherical
wonder that floated above, he blew gently its form.

He had many of his own, but thoughts do wonder
"No his wondered, out of windows, doors,
soot fused spheres that cleaned his chimney top.
Losing his thoughts were a clear expression with
him but still the originals were safely stored inside.

His smile was infectious his heart white as his beard
with warmth. He never asked of anything for his
thoughts were of those in times to come to see who
they were in a memory. Never lost to generations, wise
words or comical moments all would last bonded in word.

Little pinpricks of stars long gone, the
last moment saved on your features
burning in the night, flickering in memory
of those long faded into oblivion.

The moon with white glimmer awakens
your essence in breath, and you show that
even though gone every night they burn
bright a wonderment for all perceptions.

"Twinkle upon the darkness,
"Shine you luminous giver,
"Be a guide where no lucent shines,
"My lighthouse of natures light,

People dance among there flight, feeling
there ever so gentle heated glow, a universe
gliding before there eyes. Then they blink
and the universe is again shimmering  above.

The god dam roads closed behind my
Forehead thoughts stop behind never
Releasing just stagnant locked behind
Two syllables "ROAD CLOSED,

I want to wonder in the ideas that
Linger behind a sign leaving me
Suspended in limbos greeting
"Hi I'm having a deliberation,

But did hinder to my words, no
It just added another plank upon
The suspended thoughts that were
Tapping upon my skull bored.

Dam these motions that are static,
Just splash over the restrictions
That keep you in my hesitant
Thoughts needing imminent release.

I think of a number 7 its a mental
Thought as I grab it and hack at my
Mind, till that closed sign hangs
In pieces and lingers on the floor.

Then a memory of what was lingering,
Flood against the white shore in my
Head, and what spills on my mind is
This singular piece of inked thought.

"When a thought is contained beyond a moment
Kick in the door and let it spill forth,

Grasping unto the thoughts
of so much wasteful glee,
he looked at her and turned
her face sullen and woeful

"Ok let me just get to a save point,

She smiled with glee, his time was
hers once again.

Ethereal shards glistened in its breath,
radiant light flickered and her wings
were completely enveloped.

Ceasing she was birthed anew its old hands
held her delicately and smiled, stretching
her wings she fluttered off reborn.

The ocean's pulse, the ebb and flow
of constant waves' re-nourishment
bespeaks to me of life, although
an undercurrent message sent
in whispered sighs of Gaia's breath
upon the shoreline where I sit
relates a tale of bounteous wealth;
the wind, the rain - that we exist
at all is purely by the grace
of Nature's cycles. Also heard,
a gentle, soft, disturbing voice
reminding me without a word:
when we have come and we have gone
the ocean's pulse continues on