A Goal Beyond Its Reach
thou shall be peace in the land,
lying baby's breathe in the air that capture
the ardent pain of a suffering blood,
from generation down to the
waking infant of thy mother breast
oh! fresh milk of the morning
sun, coward may fall to the ground
where great dunes
cover the face of loneliness
desert sorrow, find always the answer of
sweet resting place; as
the sacred vow to where the
descendant of Abraham, had return back home
the beginning of time
nay! come and bless
thy offering of your son, have
pity the soul that saved, what has been done
of savages and brutal
arm, leave us to stand and make
us to face our generation to live forever as,
thou the promise have
lingered those day and night in
you’re glorious precious blood we live
birthing the beginning of thy
lasting peace a
shared life a memory to
believe.
poem by Antonio Liao
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Fish don't eat on Saturday
swim the crystal clear of fresh water,
eat the purest smooth of food and breathe
the Lasting oxygen of eternal life, as the fin
guide the righteous direction of hope and
peace to where the heavenly home await
gently swim toward the horizon of nowhere
to rest, yet! It never stop where it begin, thou
the turmoil of stream, passage the tunnel of
temptation every force leaves no excuse in
every force the fish live
a little breathe takes a lifetime hope of
Eternal reward, the endless desire of human
soul, rest the entire race of salvation of men;
window in the nature of lifelong survival,
always find time for the Lord to listen, like the
wings of the bird look a resting place
to nestle to breed and smell the harmony of its
journey, till the end waits the beginning of
growth the day never waits the dawn to come
fin find to move fast, whereby dirt always the
path to see fresh lasting life to live freely in
next afterlife …
poem by Antonio Liao
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Palestine: Tears for Sale
clot of breathe deals
with an angel of darkness,
wishing every birth the Leon to share, clap
each night the sweat of the
mother nipple
for the conqueror leaves the day with
the shadow of death
where can I find my loneliness of the desert
crumpled in the sand of dying sun, water
comes in my lips for thirst I suffer
breaking my heart until falls to
the ground no more joy besiege; knock every
doorstep I hear yet! with teardrops of blood
catches my eyes
how many more lives I offer, for even
death soar high to cry, see the
edges of time, mark the faded people to retouch
the lasting voice of peace in the
heart to die
oh! sweet freedom I salute, sign with
honor, for never the sun stop
shinning, our race fight the joy to
live our sacred land we die freedom, freedom, a
clear and loud shout of the heart and soul of the
Mother land Palestine...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Great Someone
leave me not on the hope of believing the
genuine heart of waiting sober the stone
of doubt, where the flaming stone of
passion, engulf the capture soul for eternal
rendition
oh! great wisdom you’ve take, may the
spirit adoration of face come the iniquity
of surrender shower the wonder of your
beauty and let the lasting glory of
cascading gesture blend its eternal destiny
of dark night path walk
come dine with me on the table of forever
pure and breath the idyllic harmony of joy;
for each beginning thirst; waits a great
somewhere, who listen beyond every
breathe of an endless voice
alas! a great someone in the great
somewhere leave not my life for
nothingness, the doom of precious blood
had save the joy of life reborn the heaven
of eternal life
poem by Antonio Liao
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Seedless Faith
Tell me my dream, capture the truth of
momentous breathe, dilute my nude being
and hold me every
gate of a rendezvous affair for I’ll die
soon to rebirth my joyous tale of what life
may brings
fail may not the horoscope of many
years I waited to see my fate, tangled with
emotion
the days to come, as it hurdles until sweat fall into
the ground I return
taste the blood that folds each beginning, nothing
has lost than a wish to surrender
every desire of lust
beyond any wind to blow as it goes of the
satisfying reason to leave, even time has live me not to
wait
touch me, oh! touch, as you go leave me not
than a joy in
my face, truly I’m gone...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Damnation?
Follow me down. swallow it down.
A little bit of something instigating your frown.
The moon on the town, the blood on your gown.
Youre always picturesque. stomp the haunted mood in your crown.
I used to think about it then i...
Chose the word indulgence, now i...
Just need some more to stand my own.
Why I live this way? who knows. why I live this way? he knows.
Is this damnation? or a beginning? Ill take b.
Is this damnation? or a beginning? Ill take b.
Oh oh oh oh oh. so once again the thought into my.
And visualize the blood as the life.
Is to bend the wheel of my own kind.
I wish youd see the hope in my eye.
All in all sublime on this side.
Then again youd have to leave this life... ....behind.
Why I live this way? who knows. why I live this way? he knows.
Is this damnation? or a beginning? Ill take b.
Is this damnation? or a beginning? Ill take b.
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Limelight Sight
off
the beginning of the end
the eyes will close
and the memory will linger on the
body language
of the soul,
the destiny is near and the end
of every beginning will start;
until the night comes closer to the curtain
of each wishing soul, eager to join the
parade of the whole
clouds that gallops the entire body
where silent will finds
the ears that
wait and easy to say amen
come reach the
highway of change and step beyond
where today is forever true
of the soul; rebuild the unending search
and stay with whom
your faith rise to find the lasting home
of eternity,
thou death comes prior
to what belief gives
take the whole
of what it brings to the soul, for nothing
than a simple offering
of incense perfume brings genuine
heart that gives
Life
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Home
I have a home,
It is a safe haven,
Lay a house on the beach.
From far distant I stand,
Sweet memory I recall close…
Stillness of time,
Now as dust, they lay.
A homesick heart I bear.
I softening loneliness I make.
As all loneliness You heal,
My home I shall first return.
Within Your embrace…
My Home.
The longing ever stronger.
To just remain at home.
My stains are too many,
My being untrue,
But truth my home knows,
That home is only with You and Me.
My shelter, My home
My house, My heaven,
A comfort resting place,
Call Home.
A place call Home,
When we stay in,
Live our whole life in this homeland,
That’s my home.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Mindanao: A Portrait and the Perspective
self is the agent of peace, the covenant of harmony
welcome the elements of respect, understanding
and hope where by the birth of the culture of peace
will always reign in our hearts
Mindanao the back door, the land of promise and
the Jews past dream of exodus, lives now the fear
of survival, the struggle that hamper its progress
and development
the Mindanao inhabitant, lives fear at the border in
everyone's hearts, fight survival face to face with a
turmoil of winning our dignity, never the fighting
spirit we possess in our soul have leave and capture
the sting and the pangs of death, for we are the
people who have always seen the future
the Mindanaon accept what fate brings, it's the faith
that shields us to joint and unite what ever adversities
may come, the strength and the pendulum of fight
leads every force to find new style and solution of
winning our struggle, for we never lost hope but
instead with open mind to pursue favorable ways to
attain of what is love
day to days we dream of, what is the picture of
tomorrow, and year after years the citizen have attain
the covenant of peace amongst people who believed
that there is still future await in the end of the horizon
a raise Mindanao, the final day has yet to come the
dawning light, had just welcome the morning bless,
and the star above wonder the universe exclaim
that, what ever the heart believes the soul can achieve
live and stand Mindanao forwards to your call, for we
are now to close to reach what is the day of the
future, the moment of truth for our generation to come
and the yesterdays aspiration, for we can't fly to the
moon neither can defy death without a cause
Mindanao the land of promise.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Willing Sacrifice
a decade will tell, the flower witness the agony, of
the horizons dawn call to settle down the tired body
that lay, as the wind blew to humble the dew in
every face subdue
my bones motioneless foretold the coming day
never recall, the tour goes untold, yet! my face
smile for another duo, even every beats lasting
to please on the oxygen refresh, what then i wait
in the shadow of the valley of death my soul
return
as the Lilies and the Daffodils wither, the
ice melted to the incense perfume; glitter my
heart call i will depart, leave not to dismay my
soul, poison my skin and all has gone to the
grave I am now entomb
passion my everlasting song, the witness of my
joy will live in the memory of memories of leaving
my day of gladness; resist my farewell and
humble my goodbye; remember the day of
tomorrow for my deepest signature lives in every
midst of every moment i leave
call me a brother to all as my step wait every
song i sing through out the end till everybody stay
in the wreath it display, for in the halo the angels
give and brings eternity to my final day with a new
beginning day to remember my lasting wish to
be happy
now, never be in my dream to leave my song
and my moon walks evolution, nay! tears fall down
to the ground and say again that i'll always be in your
heart and soul in special song of peace..... be in your
prayer..... I’ll be then gifted to the refreshing return to
the promise birth of heaven …. of my soul....
may you rest in peace my Brother Michael Jackson....
a point of lines...a tribute....dedicated to the greatest
King of the Pop of all time...........'Bro. Michael Jackson'
poem by Antonio Liao
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Christianus
How did thy human hand paint me better than God's love did give?
In brush strokes obscure and despondent colors mine soul does live
Thou art a God with human hand which create my heart's thorns crown
And in thy sorrows for my life sorrow we pensively brood we search down
Deep in the kingdom of God which no man rule but our soul, our will's king
We hear not just our own sorrow cry, but the angels of sorrow melancholy sing
Let the blood flow down thy face and the aureole of love's light seep in
Look at thy face and let thy soul purge, life's vain hope thy life's mortal sin.
Rome's power, Jewish law, I wear it scarlet in my sorrowful raiment; Rome's mocking cloak
The blood of the God's lamb and the blood of the earth's meek sweetly soak
My heart, my manhood, the imperfect man and all his sin did not know
That the love I give, the love I live, is the love I forever show
In this painting of God's man hands and despondent souls who despair in glow…
Touch my face and let tears flow into my heart, forever I live and forever I love, thine sorrow grow.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Zero days the Zero hope
cosmetic and surgery twin the survival of the earth
it is the pain of the bleed that waits for a day to live in
this wonderful and beautiful world we live and stay
an unforgettable memory joust the beginning of time,
the everything that once existed in a while and wild
have wondered the face of the universe, in a beginning
of pre-existed limbo
like a cosmic fall the doomsday has reach to the
cycle of eternity, the 13th Bactun of the Maya empire
whisper the wind to hide; seem every minute, moment
is vying to settle in the most horrified destiny
as the day becomes the end of each beginning of our
celebration of creation, the harmonic dictum of
life return to its fold of history, the anniversary of life
has come to dawn
welcome the future anniversary of creation, the
never ending day of return, the rays has vessel the soul
to the ocean of eternity; a happy moment of our stay
forever and ever, Amen
poem by Antonio Liao
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Shalom is not a goodbye
shalom alechem, may the faith of Abraham enkindle in our hearts,
as Jesus of the nazareth brings good tiding in our life and Allah
bless us in our journey to life after death
let the tears dried up in the cheek of every mother, that mourn and
cried, may a thousand flowers grown in the oasis of love among
our brethen who shade their blood in the dawn of forgiveness
be given mercy and peace
the tears of our beloved someone, heal our wounds of our broken
hearts, its the experience of the past, that will leads us to see and
feel the wisdom of tomorrow, for the future is certain to come and
today is time to heal
let not our dreams of happiness linger only in our minds, tasteless
to feel, in our generation to come, the joy it gives, is a heart that
forgive, may the wisdom of the prophet lives in our mist, for what is
given is to be shared to others
life is so special to live, even the angels and saints in the heaven
witness the beautiful gift of creation, not in the mighty deeds each
one is judge, but to what a profane created being can share in every
man's life has received
it is not the solid and high barriers of walls, that divert vengeance,
nor the conventional tactics of warfare that stop my anger, not
even the sophesticated arsenal of hardware can ease your pain,
lead me not to the path of chaos, its not on your glory that you
have seen mercy in your enemy
as a dream of moment to come, is a blessing of God, the
passion that was promise is everyone to be shared, it is a
covenant to be fulfilled that everyone is part of this wonderful
creation, let not all stones be shaken of fear, for i the Lord
thy God promise joy and peace, among my people
my love, stand and lives with you, till the end of time, even
the sting of death can't stop my promise, I am who I am the
Lord of Abraham, the Father of Jesus and the most Gracious
Provider Allah, will love you through out Eternity
poem by Antonio Liao
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Blank Generation
I was saying let me out of here before I was even born
Its such a gamble when you get a face
Its fascinatin to observe what the mirror does
But when I dine its for the wall that I set a place
I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
Triangles were fallin at the window as the doctor cursed
He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye
The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first
The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, gods consolation prize!
I belong to the blank generation
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
To hold the tv to my lips, the air so packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms tracks
And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot
I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
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Prayer To The Great Spirit
Great Spirit hear my call
and teach me of these things
I do not know
let me walk free with the wolf clan
so I may learn their wisdom
through the eyes of our sacred
of your creation
Give me strength to protect and preserve
what we have left of our Mother Earth
make me wise to teach others to follow
the path meant for us to take
by your grace
in this world now out of place
from our human race
I am only but one man
but guide me to help save
what we have taken away
with our ignorance and destruction
bring peace and harmony back again
for many generations to come
to end this misery of pain
so our children will live a life they deserve
Let me bring light into the hearts
of the shallow
and show them the ways of long ago
to walk in footprints of my ancestors
that for many years have softly tread
on the beauty of this precious land
Let these river's run wide and freely flow
with the presence of every touch by your hand
bring back what was for so long dead
let this sun shine on this sacred ground
that is covered in blood flowing red
with our hate and greed
Heal these wounds I bleed
make me a warrior a chosen one
to forever stand proud and tall
when times are hard and tears fall
from what we have done
Show me the way when my people forget
our true purpose and meaning here
so that I may bring better days tomorrow
of yesterdays forever gone
in these times of sorrow
one day we will all soon regret
Let me not walk in fear
in this moment of need
as I ask of your guidance on my vision
and my journey
you had given to me
Spiritwind-2010
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Flaming Lips
see the dying soldiers wounded in the
battle in the name of freedom, lies in the dunes
of sand thirst but not hungry; losing as if it
face the sky nay a close of his eyes for mercy,
instill, a turning side between sides to ease the
agony of a fading light that tears the pain over a
smell of gunpowder of a sweat embraces of
misnomer of nook for a rest
as the foot step touches the sacred ground of life,
the first journey of challenge invites the naked
mother’s swollen womb, to take what the best in
words to live bye and the final hibernation of
manhood begins with a big bang in the doorstep
of its final resting place; traverse the solemnity
of every songs that lauded in the altar and learn
to accept the given time
hail and hear the bell rang, a nowhere to find but
a place of agonizing soul recites, recalling the
silent of the soul reset and takes its recourse to
move face to face of the traversing time, anchor
off the living flesh and receive the never ending
beginning of salutation of love, the endless
murmur of lips started to begins
hurry to win the interwoven of triumphant games
as it waits to flame …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Litmus dream please, stay......
changing the passion of hope, into what
the prisoner of dream, laid the foundation
of a stunt wonderer of timeless beauty
of the immortal of soul
search where everything have to stand; a
breathless view of what life would go, and
forever of the eye would stay, make the
color of blue to red and everybody will
follow the future of the day
wild made us the same, calm bother you to
hold my arm; the beginning has nothing to
say, may your yesterday be the coming
feast of the memory to what a dream of
unveiling face a might to hold you’re beautiful
face i adore
may a thousand ships blown by the angry
wind return, as the gently thunder storm
regret to come home, breathe say not to me
and hug me to the infinity i refill, letting my
sorrow to joy, the pain i renew, knew me not
but to hold my sadness i behold
oh! scramble my head, seduce my heart to
come to my senses; let me do that again forever
you'll await..... my sweet regret
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Only Song
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
You took it all
Without any gain.
You loved us all
With gentle eyes
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
39 plus one
Lashes great fall on your back
A crown of thorns
Pressed down around your head
The blood runs down
and yet you cry
'So many lost;
So many die.'
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
Leave it now-
And cry again
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
Your troubled heart
Feels my pain.
Lifted up to die
Bitter gall served fresh
As wine
Yet you'd do it again
For one lost sheep
That beats in the air.
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
When is it enough?
So much grief
You swallow up
Yet you bore it
And demand me live-
Man of sorrow
I humbled myself down.
All glory to you
Man of sorrow
All thrones belong to you
Man of pain
You gave me life and
Even more
I have nothing
But myself to give -
Yet I keep taking it back
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain.
poem by Charlotte Ballard
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A vision to cloth the Sky
the swing of the flocking birds, signal the
morning is coming, the wind surfing over the head
trees and the laughing joy of ducks, whistle the
unending beginning of a morning sky of happiness
rushing the stupid of a dream to a raining
clouds, has stop waiting the lightning to spark for
light to explode the vision of a great day to come in
the rainbow of victory, aim to bring the night to a new
day to come
like a laudable joke comes no audience to
laugh but a regret to jump and cry for something for
another play life has nothing but for a chance to play
again the melody of a sweet return; the show is not over,
it’s still on the stage, just play your role and welcome to
the great show
let the milk lips in our mind the head stand firm
and wait the unending servant hood never fades, goes
where it may go and live according to the heart that call
to a place dream off, as destiny live in your soul
triumphantly share the perfume of your heart
and lay every soul ponder, the joy of your presence, all
will come in many victorious aroma, your dream has
conquer our lasting memory of your desire; the goodness
lives in your life rekindle in every moment we remember
your return my dear Lady President
splendid Sarah Pelin, be a part of our joy…..we will wait
of your return……….a splendid victory rejoice!
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Peace!
A dark parody of Edwin Starr's War
Meant as satire only!
Peace! Huh-Yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
Peace! Huh-Yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y'all
Peace! Huh-Good God!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me...
Ohhh....Peace!
I despise
Because it means no innocent lives lost
Not one single one
Damn!
Peace means joy in thousands of mother's eyes
When their sons get to stay home
Don't have to fight our war
Staying alive
What the hell fun is that
If there's no war to watch on my tv tonight
I said-peace! Huh-Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
Peace! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me...
Peace! It ain't nothing but a party wrecker
Peace! It ain't no friend at all to this undertaker
Peace! It's an enemy to all in my line of work
The thought of peace makes me wanna take a gun and blow my brains way
Yeah! It does!
Peace has caused happiness in the younger generation
No induction
No destruction
Who the hell wants to live that kind of boring lifestyle?
Not me!
Ohhh.....Peace! Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
You know it, you know it, say that you know it
Peace! Uh-huh! Yeah! Huh!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me...
Peace! It ain't nothing but a party wrecker
Peace! It's no friend of this undertaker
Peace has shattered all my bloodly hopes and dreams
No more dying screams means I've out of work
Getting bitter and mean
Where once I had a happy shiny smile on my face
Life isn't so precious these days that we can't spare just a few to die
Don't you agree?
Won't you sing it with me?
Peace! Life just ain't got no place for it
Peace! Huh! Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
Peace! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me...
Peace! It ain't nothing but a party wrecker
Damn!
Peace! It's no friend to this undertaker
Blood, guts, and gore
Tell me, is there no place for them today?
They say we must play nice
So we don't have to pay too heavy a price to keep our lifes inact
But Lord knows I wish there was a more terrible way
Peace! Huh! Good God y'all
What is it good for?
You tell me
Say it, say it, say it
Peace! Huh! Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it with me
Nothing!
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The last Call
just a little smile, reminds the
wrinkle to tear apart, and the
whole face rejuvenate to
grow
the last point is the end of
every beginning, as whisper
breathe of what is life, the
sweat brings blooming flower
to sprout again, leaving the
pain behind leads every
sadness to joyous atmosphere
hear the last call, for a moment
of a minute you’re on the lasting
paradise, a resting beginning of
an endless passion of the soul
take in, you’re most welcome …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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