A Woman Inside of a Man
The wisdom of God comes to perfection when all, things reveal the
Glory of God that all things are created perfect, from the master plan
Of the universe where the immortal and the mortal subdue the earth,
With joy and happiness life trimmed of what is life everlasting
Never, it said that I am a woman, the time that I was in my mother’s
Womb, that I was of what I am now seen in me, never it tells that I
Am strong As Hercules. In the ancient time as I grow as a lady, dress
And feel that I was never before, than today and I know that in every
Granite stone unturned I’ve Seen the real me, a diamond blue of
Daffodils in the ocean of reality
Yes! I feel of what you don’t felt, I dream of what other dream too, I
Talk and understand what you talked about, I’ve seen as many visionaries
See, the Road that leads to what the heaven rejoice, waiting for me to
come, in a Distance land
When the moment of all moments comes into a day of reckoning, and
My Mind with your mind will be freed, and then what you will see is not
Only the true me, but a destiny that everybody is created equally to live
Happy as it could be
Now tell me, where to settled in my dream, where only I can tell, all have
Something to say, but Lou! Only the heaven above can judge the immortal
Being, like me He have made, where the ladder of soul he’ll take in the
Paradise we make
Guide me and guest my lowly soul, in you kingdom take it all, my self as
I stand in the altar, where I want, the universe I have just come with other
We stand as one, then tell me, where gone goes wrong in my life I cherish
It long ……God is perfect……
“This special poem is dedicated to all Gay brothers in the universe “
(Where gone goes wrong)
January is a Gay Day Celebration
poem by Antonio Liao
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Build eternity in your Mind
the child moulds the best quality of spirit and soil; breathe
the eternal gift of life by the giver of life, the purest of soul
inherited by the pre-existed being in the universe, before
time comes into existence
the birth becomes the only contact of profane material
in the given ground to subdue, to live, to survive of what is
reality in this earthly place of immortal aura, the inner force
given by the beyond conquers known the most challenging
wave of reality, the eye that close the window of the world,
the spirited world that mankind lives, a reality that all has no
chance to swift, but to swim and lay our card according to
what our experiences man possess
all, the world gives; the family, the profession, the children,
the dream of tomorrow, our very own desire and the faith
as it lives on in our innermost feeling is just all the wisdom to
go, the spirited soul comes to experienced the fundamental
avenue of going to heaven, a vision that all dream of and live
where the sun whiten the cloth of everlasting glory with God
the moulds which you where made, comes to worship, the
beginning of your dominion in each heart, a perfect day of
reckoning heart to live in the shelter of God haven, as the
soul swings to the timing of pendulum of perfect world, the
man entity transform into a god like aura of heavenly best,
for the end has change the beginning of love in the
end time with God forever
build the beginning of your mind an entity to live with the
most high in the paradise, where all is call to live with God
in a place call ……. Pleroma of end time
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dreaming the Perfect Imperfect Dream
She said:
'I have made you up
and now I believe in you more
than my reality
and my dependence is complete
and perfect
because
you are my perfect creature
and now all around me
seems dull
real people seem
to be without your luster.
I can dream you
but I cannot live with you
marry you,
nor can I marry
those real
pale reflections of you.
So I am stuck and I have no one
to talk to about this but you.
But what ever you say will be perfect
because I have made you in my mind
to say only the things
which make perfect sense to me.
I'm captured by my own dream-you
and unable to un-dream you and seek
imperfection as a substitute.
He said:
I am only a dream without desires
and mind
except that which you impart
and this makes me feel powerless
and even as your perfect dream
I am sad
because I am not my own perfect self
but merely yours-something I sense you sense
since you labor to re-dream me often
severing me from my own attempt to create
a more perfect me
in lieu of a more perfect you invent.
I am dream and dreams dilemma.
We both are now perfect partners
in the conundrum
seeking to eek
out some solution
which does not shatter our dreams
upon which we both now have come to depend.
Ah, but just one last time
can your dream kiss mine?
That only seems fair.
doesn't it.?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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An Arsenal of Spiritual Dynamite
i come to bow my soul, kneel upon your mighty name, the
light that illuminates my spirit, beyond other power on earth
and in the heaven who brings me to the eternal Father, my
immortal Adonai, the one who is and pre-existed in name,
exalted amongst angels and saints in heaven and in earth
you are my Redeemer; please redeem me, for you are the
fullness of thy body; come bow down my soul, kneel upon
your great altar of mercy. live and leads my sole spirit to
your kingdom, where everything comes to exist and end to
your salvation of peace amongst earthly moulds, oh! my
immortal soul, rejoice thy eternal dimension of saints and
angels
you are my Redeemer; please redeem me, for you are
fullness of the eternal grace, You are my mind, bring me
forth to the fortress, of your heavenly kingdom, my
completeness belongs only to you take me Lord, where you
reign forever, for you are my repose, and give me the perfect
gift that cannot be grasped by any living being in this time
give me Lord, the wisdom to understand, the authority when
i ask; to heal and cleanse my body, through Jesus Christ, the
name above every name and redeemer of my eternal light soul
and spirit, the begotten son of the Father, who is the first born
of the Pleroma of grace
as i invoke, in Jesus name, grant thy humble human heart
to see and anchor my ears in your precious blood, let my faith
and hope lives in your everlasting life, and my spirit be in your
arm; place me, in your beloved elect and thy blessed greatness
of your love, may the psychic God, of the universe, grant me the
wonderful mystery of your heavenly kingdom
may the faith of your humble servant to be in you in all your
greatness and power, and may your glory, praise and wisdom
lives in our souls and spirit forever and ever, Amen
poem by Antonio Liao
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The citizens of Heaven
everything has its final resting place, a place where no other man
promise, a home of many races, an atmosphere that everyone,
is safe, where beauty resides in every hearts that believe,
what wonders the universe display, of no day and night
would see, only the light above shine in the altar of
God, in thy soul, feel of the glory reveals
be happy those who are in sorrow, be strong those who lost hope
the Lord thy God give you strength, be thankful, who are in
beds, for your illness live no more, be joyful, who gained
depression, your day is blessed with sound mind,
all has already redeem in thy precious blood by
of the son of man, Jesus of Nazareth
the Kingdom of God, is for all, creeds, race, faith, needs not to pay,
religions, beliefs, dogmas, are just only a way, to reach the
kingdom, for its for free, so why should say, that the
heaven is only for few, when the truth its for
anybody who are the citizen in thee
live life to its fullness, live according to the commandments of God, the
Torah, the Quran, the Bible, the Bhagavad-Gita is the way
to the perfection we want, the light that leads to the
heavenly Father, the end of the beginning of
our existence
the gate is for all, open so wide, that everybody can join, it is not
close, to the sinner nor dead end to people who take
revenge because of faith, it sees no short coming,
and welcome, anyone those hearts is pure to
to accept God is the everything of thy
soul
let your soul surrender, to the One, the giver of life, the only God of
the universe, the Yahweh, the Allah, the Divine Lord Krishna
and the Christ, let every immortal being be true, to its
calling of honesty, to every brethren who joint in our
heart, a trust that is call to remember each
faith that their is a kingdom awaits each
and everyone in the Father's vineyard
may the gate of the eternal life be in our hearts, may the trust of the
Almighty Father, lives in our immortal soul, and our lips
proclaim the glory of God, till eternity
poem by Antonio Liao
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Destiny
Sometimes I think I've lost my mind
I thought I'd left my past behind
I live my life and all I know is
Follow your dream and don't let go
No one can live for me
No one can see the things I see
I walk this road no one can tell me how to be
It's my destiny
There is no right, there is no wrong
There is no place where I belong
I've done my time I've held a strong end
My life is all about this song
No one can live for me
No one can see the things I see
I walk this road no one can tell me how to be
It's my destiny
If I threw it all away, would it change? (No)
I would live my life again, will you arrange it?
There is a magic in my heart
That I feel
Don't you know that God is love
And it's real
La la la la la la la...
No one can live for me
No one can see the things I see
I walk this road no one can tell me how to be
It's my destiny
My destiny
My destiny
My destiny
It's my destiny
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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God speaks in dream
salvation started with a dream, life we take, is but a life we had lived before, and to remember is mint to forget, only by closing our eyes then we will remembered that life we live is just a journey to remember the past
dream of a dreams, a passion of the soul, echo in the wilderness of eternity of memories, that lives in the havoc of time, where our hearts linger to listen
salvation is tasted, before it started, we have been there, until it lasted in birth we are created, a creation that molded and folded our journey to a new dream, where we have to begin, a life that is new, the salvation that made it true
God's wisdom speaks in dream, leads us the perfect path to be back in the right track, for in God's kingdom, everybody is welcome, to live with others in harmony with God, where everybody is happy and free
live it now, dream with other dreams, believe that you can be, in a dream salvation is free.....God speaks in dream
poem by Antonio Liao
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When people ask me if a god created the universe, I tell them that the question itself makes no sense. Time didn’t exist before the big bang, so there is no time for god to make the universe in. It’s like asking directions to the edge of the earth; The Earth is a sphere; it doesn’t have an edge; so looking for it is a futile exercise. We are each free to believe what we want, and it’s my view that the simplest explanation is there is no god. No one created our universe,and no one directs our fate. This leads me to a profound realization; There is probably no heaven, and no afterlife either. We have this one life to appreciate the grand design of the universe, and for that I am extremely grateful.
quote by Stephen Hawking
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Letter To A Dream Named Anna
My dear sweet Anna,
You are like a dream come true, but I fear that you are just a dream. A dream I had one night so long ago. How I wish that you were real to me for I could devote the rest of my life with a woman like you. If I had the world I would lay it at your feet. A woman as beautiful as your self can only be a dream. All my waking hours I dream of a lovely lady like you.
I would fly you away to my arms if I could. I have not the means to do such a thing so you remain a dream. A dream I wished I could have, but I have to face reality each day knowing you are so far away. I am hunted by your spell over me. You are a dream that I wish never to wake from. For if I were to pass away in my dream, I would die a happy man knowing an angel loved me once.
To hold and kiss you would be heaven divine. Your lips are perfect and sensuous. Your eyes are warm and welcoming. Your face men would die for. Your hair is so perfect and neat. You are so sultry and sexy only to be found in a dream. What else could any man ask for? I am but a mere mortal touched by an angel for you are like a wisp of the wind. You can be felt but never touched.
You are too lovely to be a lone. Any man that would pass you up is a fool. How I have prayed and wish you were real. How I wish you were that dream that came true. How I wish that when I wake from my dream I saw your lovely face looking back at me for then I would know that I have truly died and went to heaven. I would know that all my prayers are now answered. O’ what a lovely day that would be, but you are just a dream and I am awake now.
dreams
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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No turning Back
open to the mind accepted by the heart bless
by the immortality of the soul, awaited halo exist
and live each breath to the nostrils of God, the
beauty of creation reveals
once a dust, scrambling with the air, blown in a
far and distance place, settled in the mountain
and hill, seen in every stones and trees, the
breathing soul of dust has grown and live in the
universe display
a voice that capture the infinite soul to hear and
listen every lives that moves, a witness of a
living atmosphere where all has to come and die
in the milieu of God's paradise the earth and
its spirit that calls the wisdom of time
open thy heart in every soul for life has no turning
back, a once that is reveals has come to live in
a space of living where every one has to do the
duty to serve amongst men, through out eternity
review
all has come to take the stamina to face of what is
life after it serve the final curtain of what once the
perfection lies, the heaven I stand and the end
I reface the purest life can best
the final moment now has pull me up to regain of
what was lost, pushing each step to continue, to
dream the salvation, once the face refrain from fame
remembering that life has no turning back
until it ends
poem by Antonio Liao
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Mujahedeens
the sacred warrior, who possess the faith of ALLAH,
the ultimate of life saving power of the giver of
of life and the destroyer of who leave pain to the
people of the point
inflect no suffering to my chosen love one, my
heart hear their agony and my soul tremble with anger,
I the Lord leave no mercy to all that linger; sweat and
wound to my precious blood
live your soul to the paradise i offer and i have
prepared for you, your pure obedient move my infinite
love to hold you forever in my kingdom; inherent thy
wisdom of the moment, as the lay of the crown, glitter
it’s crystal clear, as whiter no mankind have ever seen
and the rainbow vow down to the rays of the sun, my
everlasting promise of forever paradise be with you
through out eternity
live the call, and leave no lust of death in your
soul, for the power and the strength leads you the way
to the perfection of your destiny, ample all the honesty
of each giving of self, and fear no one, but I the Lord
God has guide you in your path to the heaven with the
entire angel lifts you up to the foot of the paradise
forever
humble your heart and the blooming flower of soul in
the paradise awaits your coming, be strong and full out
your mercy to the brethren, who suffer glory in my
everlasting dominion, possess the obedient to my
Commandment and leads your blood to hold the
kingdom i prepare for you and your love one with me
be counted in the paradise i made and believe that i
will wait you in the kingdom forever as, i will love you
till time comes no more
' my salute and prayer to the martyr Mujahedeens
of this 21th century....... a poem dedicated to our
dear brothers and sisters of Islam who share and
give their lives '
poem by Antonio Liao
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The lost Key
the air tells the wind when to fly, the stone
hold the mountain to stop and the night call
the darkness to shine the star above beyond
the universe, as envy entangle the galaxy
hangs on the heaven best of creation
watered me the distance of your heart and
push the every cloud near to my wondering
soul; the beginning of where the roots of
fading courage as it lose every glorious
moment of the past joy and happiness you
give
ever change the time that you'll with me in a
dream of reality, back then and try again
waiting not the magic of a real friend, may be
this is the time that love wouldn't end and
maybe it is you who'll take my heart
as you fill my life tonight, glows of darkness
flows in a dawning dream of every dreams,
an awakening stream of lonely years from
whom you want to hold ever more in every
moment of time, till love never ends
key my day and hold my heart......waiting the
season of moment to come and carried me
in your arm of forgiveness
poem by Antonio Liao
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Park 'n go
as life lives in a part of profane world, the immortality of
soul, struggle the sting of death, in a boundless, limit of
earthly pleasure
like a crystal dropp of sweat, drain in every veins that
gives, each strength the mighty force to carry the weight
beyond its loads of flesh to reach where the soul sprouted
like Lilies of joy in my immortality of soul
life as we take is but, a journey of happiness, waiting where
the final destination it brings, for every life experienced lives
a memory to hold until, life comes to an end, of where it is just
a park and go as it would tell
make each moment to remember, for anything it would bring
is the one that the heart will live, until in heaven it depart, let
the wisdom of time comes, to see the dawning days that
my soul leaves my human body, for thy eternity cloth me, the
day of immortality where a continuous life of an endless free
all will come to witness, that everything in heaven and on earth
will come to an end, for the endless beginning, is the perfection
of creation that, the supreme Lord of the universe, reveals the
completeness light of eternity
as mankind, come and go, park 'n go, the universe has just leads
us to the right direction of where, the path of salvation await our
soul to live.... a final destination with God
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dreaming Reality
In the real world, as in dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.
To see what we have never seen,
To be what we have never been,
To shed the chrysalis, learn to fly,
Depart the earth, kiss the sky,
To be reborn, be someone new,
Is this a dream or is it true?
Is my life in fact a dream?
Are things not always as they seem?
Are daylight hours reality,
Or do I dream eternally?
In the dream world or the real,
We cannot know what we can't feel.
What is not a dream by day,
Comes to us at night to stay.
Dreams - vivid colors of life,
Or fleeting, obscure, murky strife?
Façade of reality brings,
To the mind, exquisite things:
Love, regret, memories, cheer,
Imagination, even fear.
The lives we live appear, it seems,
To be a dream within a dream.
A long dream of hopeless sorrow,
I'll dream my life again tomorrow.
(27 February 2005)
poem by Richard Stamper
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You Say You Don't Love Me
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cause I'm in love with you
And I wouldn't want you doing things you don't want to do
Oh you know I've always wanted you to be in love with me
And it took so long to realize the way things have to be
I wanted to live in a dream that couldn't be real
And I'm starting to understand now the way that you feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cause I have got the time
To wait in case someday you maybe change your mind
I've decided not to make the same mistakes this time around
As I'm tired of having heartaches I've been thinking and I've found
I don't want to live in a dream
I want something real
And I think I understand now the way that you feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me
I'm not in love with you
I just want us to do the things we both want to do
Though I've got this special feeling I'd be wrong to call it love
For the word entails a few things that I would be well rid of
I've no need to live in a dream
It's finally real
And I hope you now understand this feeling I feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
You say you don't love me
You say you don't love me
song performed by by Goldfinger from Darrin's Coconut Ass
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sometimes I Feel
Sometimes I feel as if I am falling.
Sometimes I feel as if the world around me never stops spinning
Sometimes I feel like giving up and letting everything go
Sometimes I feel like a puppet in a show
Sometimes I feel like I should just scream
Sometimes I feel like life is nothing but a dream
Sometimes I feel as if I’m only fake
Sometimes I feel like even when I sleep I’m still awake
The dream the seems to hold me ever so tight
Being in the ever so warm sunlight
All the many things I seem to see
Can this be it, can this be the real me?
The darkness seems to fade away
I’m left shocked with nothing to say
Sometimes I feel as if I will never understand
Sometimes I feel as someone is holding my hand
Sometimes I feel completely crazy
Sometimes I feel ever so lazy
Sometimes I feel as if I lost it all
Sometimes I feel like they let me fall
Sometimes I feel as if I did so wrong
Sometimes I feel ever so strong
I know now that people really do care
I also know life isn’t always fair
There will always be so memories in my heart
Even if some seem to rip it apart
Love doesn’t always have to lead to hate
I know that I can make things better its not to late
Sometime I feel like I should just hide
Sometimes I feel to afraid to take a step outside
Sometimes I feel like just getting up to sing
Sometimes I feel like I can do anything
Sometimes I feel as all anyone can do is lie
Sometimes I feel ever so shy
Sometimes I feel happy and sad
Sometimes I feel ever so mad
I love playing in the rain
I can be strong but yet In a lot of pain
I’m not perfect nor do I want to be
I am content just being me
poem by Chelsi Lewellyn
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Soul Tells All
My voice, the ink for this write
If just u ever wonder how SOUL sounds like
Not written this as another fairytale story
For real this is about you and me
In short met we made series
Each series we make beautiful stories
Friendship proven generates strong histories
At least it sails trusty and kills worries
Please stand yourself dont change anew for me
You are wrong if u think try to be perfect make me see
I maybe perfectionist but
Originally you simply the best thee
Cause perfect friend is mirrored by you, i can see
Could u believe me if i say
If you ever need me now
I'll spend time for you
Listen to your words say
Clear your messy day
Say i'm fool and jokes all the way
On the slippery life road
Let us holding each other
We could never fall, but...
If we fall let us fall together
No hurt but cheered by our laughter
Soul tells u
Be together to create a magic
Impossible for a bird to fly with one wing
For our dream to fly we can be a pair of wing
Strong enough for us to cross the wind
Above the high sky we flag for winning
Together we stand so easy
But my friendship isn't free,
It cost you price of happy
So can u pay this to me?
We were made each other as a friend
Forever u need me take my hand
Magical friendship for bruises to mend
Dear friend, did my soul told you
As long as u breathing
Anytime and anywhere you are
Don't you believe that you will lost me
Be with you, I don't need more but......
Please don't forget to pay me happy you
And now there's nothing i secret
Cause my soul tells it all....to you
poem by Unwritten Soul
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The morning comes late
all i give is to what is life, all i take is for you, all i made is to make
what you are today, all is just a vanity like smoke that fade in a blink
of an eye
as the night passes the day, all are counted merit for you, all is
given credit what you have done, the pain, the agony, the victory,
the joy are all for you
the happiness you offer to the world, is but a essence of what you
are in this creation, be apart for in every part you made, it might
be the last moment of your stay
it is in this victory that you are call, it is in this happiness that you
have to serve, it is in this life that you exist to procreate, the given
task, only in you, knows that you are in a journey of this life
in every morning, if the sun stand, anchor in your bed and you
feel that you are fine, let your heart tells and be not wary, for the
you are in a journey of no turning back
time is but a moment of an endless journey, a blink of where soul
stand still, of no where to define, just an aura of nothing happen,
only the past will tell, of who you are in every beginning
let your soul move on, of where to floats, angel from different
direction will blew your heart to a place where, you never forget
and you will remember, that once upon a time, your immortal
soul belong and have live this majestic state
just wait, you will be honored and respected according to what
you gain, it is just a passing scene in your heart witness only by
your soul the everything you have made in you life
may you wake up in good faith and live this life to be continued
to life everlasting, have a nice and beautiful morning
poem by Antonio Liao
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Death comes no more, a new life, Arise!
the cooled whispering angels call, persuade my
immortal soul, followed the blitzing light, that
leads to the doorstep of the golden heaven where
wisdom of the spirit lives, an invitation to the
breezing direction of the shadow of life after
death
returning i stand swift like speed of light i run,
just i heard a simple voice that showed the humid
breath i blow, taking me to the sky, where the
angels sing there lullaby, behold! i close my eyes,
in the clouds bluest white droplets of tears i'm wet,
seeing below i saw my mother and father they
cried
sweat of every sweet, i champion, in every eyes
tears it flows, in the new dress i'm happy, the angel
pick me up in the golden sun forward my soul, of
nobody had ever see, in the cloudiest sky we reach
the angel, leave me in the gate i knew i have to stay
leave me not to fall, for the feather in the wings i've
carry is to small, in the table i stand judge me not to
finish, push me not to the wind that blew, in the
darkest air await lonely soul, scattered beneath the
hell that calls
rise and stand my endless adventure, the flaming
light, flashes as it goes, signaling that you have been
there, illuminating that you have come back for a
return in the immortality destiny, a home for
everybody, the eternity where every soul have to rise
again
arise my soul rejuvenate life beyond the shinning
sky; the hell of infinite death leads the victor the
sting of illusion and have conquer the everlasting life
in our midst, and the halos spirit will guide the thorny
life to the fragrance heaven's gate
a new beginning of life is dawning and the heaven is
open...... please come in
' a poem dedicated to Sister Helaria Dumapias
in her journey to the Father's Hand
April 18,2009 '
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Dream, Do You
Do you have dreams, Well I do
I dream of wonderful things
I dream of things yet to come
I dream of things some may say is dumb
I dream of love not just the word I mean real love
I dream of of a place where there is no war
I dream of a good answer to what we fight for
I dream of floating in the clouds free with no worry
I dream of a president who can just say sorry
I dream of reading a book thats begins with 'what is hate'
I dream of a country, thats completely great
I dream of life beyond the one we live today
I dream of a time when all kids do is learn and play
Ok time to wake up to reality
I was loving my dream now im mad at me for waking up
Life here in the real world can be so crazy
I guess the bigger part of me wishes I was stil a baby
Some of my dreams may come true
I know thats not true and so do you
But I will continue to believe my dream will come true
Because my dream was so wonderful, so I shared it with you
LOL
poem by Daniel Chapman
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