Bucket of Tears......
worth is life to exist, nothing to loose, many
has to gain, in pain and suffering the new
hope is tasted and the sour of honey,
sweeten the bees that mixed, until the last
tears dropp spilled in every tongue swept
bucket full of memories, saddle the moment
nay! return the moist that dew, in the sudden
time, life goes its fulfillment what ever it goes
you'll always be remembered till the hour has
come in the end the soul become in the soil
it fall, last for eternity
life has to go on, as tear dropp may fall in the
season of harvest; but never be blind,
everything has to be melted like candle and
the snow in the desert, that before it falls it
turn into a morning dew in the mourning mist,
at the edge of the sand in the shores
let me not turn my face, in the expected of the
unexpected, sees no pain but wound in the
flesh as it turns its cut and swollen, my heart
waited until the last breathe i offer to exist
return myself in the beginning of the end, until
my whole body purify the soul of flame in your
way........
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Easing pain......a Gift
as the leaf fall to the ground, and the trunk stand stood
to face the forcing wind, the fish swims, amidst the
turmoil of current in the deepest sea
neither the birds, lift to fly to a thundering storm, nor
the rain whistles the lightning to stop to blow, feel the
whisper of the blooming flower, as the petal waited the
bees and butterfly to set in the top
life is nothing without thorn in every rose, and the pain
that gain gives the experience to learn that only in
sharing; life is worth to exist, beyond any happiness, or
joy amongst creature blessed
look up the glacier in the Alps, the beauty wonder the
eyes that see; as the sudden change of landscaping
molded the ice to hold, for in every rock of ice that fall,
only the great high mountain can stop to play
take every minute of the time to close the passing night,
all have something to touch in our lives, its not yet over
my friend the dawning clouds waited the night to come
and as the ray of the easing pain waits us to believe that
you have all the time to go, until life comes no more
let me wait you, till I’ll go and ease me the burden of
each moment to stay with you..... my Lord
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Sweet Thorn
smile never give laughter
as the sunshine gives not
a strom of distress, for
today is not the past to
capture but a memories
to believe that life hold
the essence of rebirth
from nothing to something
of every beginning
leverage of deception
cause no pain, nor break
what the heart desire, it
need the passion to
surrender of what all a man
have in life
the flesh of life lust the body
to gain perfection, yet wait
the final hour for a perfect
return and move every high
of dungeon reach the moment
to lay down every corner of
lasting memory of joy
sweet as it bleeds, breathe
everlastingly in the kingdom
of the beyond, for each body is
ONE with anybody
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Laid me to rest and take me in your Hands
let the sacred soul return, the spirit that tired from a
bounded journey and nestle in the acumen of fresh
hyacinth of angels home, the endless paradise of the
seven heaven glows of avenue with the ONE
laid, my holy body in the engrave stone and shower
with a drops of the sacred fume of incense; with
the harmony of notes in the altar park to stand, glow
and wind the candle chandelier, with the angel's
choir in every ladder i step in the garrison of soul,
where I come from
let me speak of the language of the angel, and seat
a side with the judge as i remain calm, silent me in
the midst and wait till, the sun will lead me to rest,
touch me dear Holy One, for my aching soul fall me
down, leaving my wounded spirit to lay my head in
the soil, for i forever return
rise me at the end of the day; a second, a minute, an
hour, is just a longing to see, tears dropp wouldn't
hold me to be in the heaven i permanent stay, melted
candle and scented silent prayer will only appease
your mercy in me, may the grace and mercy pity my
poor soul for the judgment will always be with me
live no regret; humble your heart and leaving no
souls stray; pure every moment with your love one
and take each day that seems you leave with nobody
want you to be free
be ready and leave with full of joy and happiness in
your heart........its everybody's Journey...
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I can't wait to see you again... a Poet
life is just a journey, a travel to the world
of inspiration and expectation, where only
the night and the day write each memory
and the horizon of dawn waited you to
come back home
come from dust, return to the dust; breathe
the air, blown by the wind, the wisdom of
time consume the person to lay down his
head to the ground, a vow of death leaves
no regret
so why do life always bereave every
interment tears falling down, to the edge of
pupils drops it break, in the heart that see
laid its way, come my pretty soul, awake
angels glow in the body I shall be alone,
goodbye my little one I return
as I knew, never be the same in the cabin
house I always imagine, in the soil where
I take my shelter leave me not your my
angel in my sight, candle light as it melted
to hot, in the caravan of teardrops I’m glad,
though I almost to be there, my day is
ended, I shall be in one to the ONE
wait me no more; I can't wait to see you
again, lead me to the path in my way, back
in your bosom wisdom heart, for I'm a poet
who can't wait to see you again, complete
my heart and I will be the same in every
poem I make, I'll be your cream
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A great warrior in a melted candle
there will be no other day but a memory of
today, just a dropp of rainbow of my life sharpen the
edge of the past and find the wounded last, out to rise;
and let me please return in the portray that makes
it cast, know not even the end
should i ever run for that moment will come,
when i will found you in the wet land, of where no shelter
to hide and the wound lashes to swollen of hearty pain
in and above the chest; has the silent of the great
roaring sea, stop the ears to listen
lure me not to light the scented candle for the
immortal friendship leaves no regret to hold the torch i
adore, sprout the golden halos of harmony of the wind,
whirl fully callus the chariot of sharpen harpoon, surge
in the bleed of a warriors shielded the flame of victory
let me not spoiled the smile of a majestic warrior,
the honor knight have gone beyond the war, reaching
out the flag of friendship amongst the scented candle of
hope and love, as it offered and leaves no mercy of
coward steward coat
take it now, and find happiness, from far a part; the
battle glorious day is still uncertain; though the flesh is
willing but the body is weak, please pray for me......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Phantom of Tranquility
loaf of tears dropp in the clipping creek of the eye,
wondrous to feel, where a piece of grain falls off
tasted salt pour on the ground
wither on my cheek, dried, wary and exhausted,
clings to be strong, yet! to stand, a splashing sweat
wet my tendering hands, as my soft sobering spirit
call into a deep sleep
swept dear heart, plunder all the pain that hurt,
seems nothing is there to cool, make the whole new
world change its direction, for I come to hold
your tears in my facet heart of vague
distress of fool
let, thou hurt the pain and the grind the grain, take
the sweet lips it returns; confuse yet! accepted for the
right hour has come to my turn, a hope of
naked loose, as I stay my
heart lifted me
nay! I am not forsaken for my soul has stand,
as you can see, and now faith has leads me, to run
on the eve of my climbing dream
I stay
nap dear little heart you’re Safe ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Rhythms of the Soul...
let the earth crumple and sake the world, for the
droplets of rain, touches the hidden blues of the
sky
let the rain pour out the sea and break the wall of
fear for the trouble wave wait the rock to capture
the shallow grave of sand, beneath the nightingale
of the night
let all the wind sleep in the swollen face of the
falling tears in the ground of doubt for the whole
hope loose taste of what the button pain brings
mark of the past
let the wonderful shinning armor of the brave hand,
hit the snooze surface and wake you up that, life is
but a breathe of forgiveness of glittering passion
with out return
walk with heart and leave nothing but a hope of a
new beginning, it’s the rhythms of the soul...
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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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Christianlty
reveals the great religion of Hope, the fountain of faith,
rising from the ghetto of the reveling grip of death; hurt
yet not dismay for the indulge grace conquer the sting
and Fangs of burning flesh, you may
yell! purifying soul, the heaven’s gate calls for you,
recall the day of nothing but faith you show, not off the
unpleasing does and not done, that sway the Lord thy God
in your heart, the soul regret
raise immortal grace, cover and hold the teary soul in the
cherish words of the lasting flame awaits, the burden yoke
breaks the weight that load each day to the path of eternal
flame of thy breaking soul, the line of destiny’s fall
may the falling sweat tears turn to sweeten home of melodic
songs of victory vested, through out eternity of a wonderful
sky of heaven best; the gorgeous moment that leads to the
promise dawn of a beautiful morning of each passing days.
do the knees that prayed
rejoice the dear Lord, the Christ, the anointed, the King of
Kings, the beginning of salvation and the hope of immortal
destiny of thy soul, have come and live with us, until breathe
comes no more in the fading shore of hope
let be every soul walk with Faith in Jesus Christ thy God ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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As the tears fall......
oh! tears flows in the world of happiness
come to my vision, taste the existence of my senses,
as you fulfill the presence of your destiny, where you
will always come in every eye the soul will cry
life moves, wait in every step, stumble and kiss
each ground; always go for an eye that cried, tears
fly in a distance reach where success await, shout
and shoot the target faith and say thanks each tears
fall in the soil it cool
oh! tears you stable my pain, fall down the tears
in my face i request and lay down my heart in every
table i want to possess, make a little spark wash my life
as it depart and crystallized teardropp break my heavy
loaded misery apart, let the tear to close the day and say
goodbye, for a new tear comes to flow in the misty eye
may go
tears taste my fear, lead my soul and cloth me to know
that you are always there, living with me......until my
heart will go, till I’ll die
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Memory of the last season
maybe the whole world's just a stage
ingredients like sufferings and pain are parts of that...
perhaps the glimpses of fortune and the soft touch of Eros
just make it look bright.
is there any relief in the arms of your lame lover? !
the infinite sky seems like a cloud now...forlorn..forever.
a small pick of an neverending rhapsody in delaying autumn;
a summer daze faiding into the void beneath the carrousel
of heaven and red flamboyant hell..we lay lifeless
while a bloody mist of perfume spreads into the air.
my love got carried away by the serpentines of life -
it will never get back to you, darling.
it's mixed with the dew on the webs and melted down
during the last season...
after all, my love, it's not that hard to die.
like an elegy written in blood underneath
of beauty and sorrow, carefully wrapped in scarlet silk..
where shadow of nights fall, and the sun refuse to shine
when death becomes a part of me.
how am i supposed to deal such a dreadful ending? !
it takes the shape of my body..my lips..my cold steel kiss
the world is just another shallow dream, the marks are deep;
it feels like a dropp of cursed absynth swallowed by a nymph
lost in the rivers of Lethe..so unkind and lifeless
while the awkward course of life takes this angel's wing.
again, another rotten cherry curtain is due to fall -
it was my last act maybe, good night now.
it's mixed with fluorescent lights revealed by innocence
during the last season...
after all, my love, it's not that hard to die.
or is it life just a chance given for a mortal creature
to be a part of something like the eternal rapture
of human soul and rotten flesh? !
we're standing in the middle of it, when everything around
cease to exist...all of it dies...all the lights go off.
poem by Agatha Eliza
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Leave me not
my soul emptied my tears, and my moment gallop the longing to
see you, where can i turn too, when my eyes is closed wanting
to be near to you, yet! your so far to feel, the emptiness of my
heart, awaken the sadden tears dropp in my lips
want to hug, in your bossom chest, letting the humid coolness
of the dawn settled in your sweet lullaby song in my ears, my eyes
in a crystal clear bleeds in the wonderful moist of sorrow, for
everything is only something that is past
make me, the best to stand, for in my heart you are gone, vividly
i may see you in the naked soul you depart me, let me know you. that
with out you all are just a chime in the air that rings when it used only
as bell
leave me not. for i know you couldn't, as what you see is not but a
day to depart, remember me that, you may be gone in a distance
land where i can not see, but i will be free, you have been a part of
me and i will be in that day
take what is pain my soul, for you will never be near to thee, till the
sun goes high, you will be in me, in my heart you are the one that
clings my destiny
emptiness with you, will always be the someone i want to see, let
me tell you my dear beloved, that the moment is gone, when you
take me as one with you... be my love till eternity
(this poem is dedicated to our departed brethren)
poem by Antonio Liao
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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
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Mama Mary the wishing mother
your name echo to the outmost deepest soul
in pour heart remembered the pain and suffering
of a mother waiting her son to die, in a most
cruel form of death in the human history, walking
in the Calvary carrying the pole that stand and
witness by thousand of men and million of angels
in heaven
as the prophet prophesied, Jesus the Christ
will die in witness to the living God that beyond our
human lives, someone is the Father, Allah, the
Adonia, the source of everything that created in the
universe, the giver the compassionate healer of
life we breath
a mother and a consoler of a son, is not only
physical, emotional psychological and self
castration, but a inner self rejection of life, deep that
only our soul can feel the tremendous sacred blade
of sorrow, and the scars it takes would be through
eternity
leaving the wound of her soul of Mama Mary,
brings the immortality of memories of her soul until
forever, this pain is always be remembered every
moment when each soul is rejected to the path of
holiness, her constant wish is that every tears
wishes the faithful children, to be with her in the
right highway of sacredness
the tears and the wish to be in the paradise is
always open, for Mama Mary with open heart and
hands will leads us to eternity, where each one of
her children will be with her in the place, where the
Father prepare for us.
(dedicated to Mama Maria in her birthday 09-08-08)
poem by Antonio Liao
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Feet of Clay
I understand that you are there, watching every move
counting every breathe of a battle that never take, where
every glaring post has to go, of no doubt to loose and
win the victory with all the cost
brave companion of silent dawn, spot on the corner of
makes the good things happen, and leads to bind a little
tie, where my heart has come for to long
I am not and was born to perfect my entity, a great
nowhere I stand ease the pain of the wound receive from
my enemies, switching all the kind of suffering and pain,
struck in my flesh yet, my spirited courage dislodge my
sweet tears In the Calvary, a cap’s lock of my love
amongst men
swollen, but not tearing apart, parting but not saying
goodbye the crack of stone in the moist of the snow,
powered to hug the swollen feet my salvation comes to
point
brawns my lips as the jubilation ends says goodbye ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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I will be your eyes.......
until the final hour will come to close the dawning
sky i will be the eyes that see the wonderful scenery of our
hearts and offer thee the beaconing soul of thirst for you
and me
build the mighty kingdom of my immortal freedom,
reach the zooming mind of light to conquer the heart that
calls, the shadow of the past and learn to accept that the
dream you touch comes from my magical spell of vanity of
words that captures the endless passion of loving you
till the sun will shine and as the blood run from the
eternal soul of my precious being, the stream of sea dropp of
salt wonder the illusion of taste in your thought, never give
up, it’s just a beginning to unlock the oracle of time that you
will always be in my side
pick it up; your time will just come in a sudden moment,
like a flap of a wings of an angel, wondering to settle down
in the most comfortable fly in the horizon of dream, where
nest of eggs waited the warm up feathers of thy mother's
hug
leads me to face the vacuum of my humble vision and
guide my lonely heart to make it pure, in your timeless love
of care, as you hide away of where my immortal soul stay for
eternity
lean me your heart and hear that the night does not fall my
dear it is only your eyes that close
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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.
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East Sakura (ft Wabi Sabi)
The East watching the new rising sun
The awakening moment for a very first day
To end the long cold days
By the most welcomed ray
For now a new beginning will start
A bless for every little thing
A new day in promising spring
The mist dissolved in the morning light
East with the sun and sound by the birds
We will witnessing many at this time
Clouds now opened a space for the blue sky
The awaiting moment has come
For many hearts to bloom again
There, look over the skyline
The birds announcing the return of 'Haru'
The old trees stand in two lines along the river
As if they watching over the new shine delight
Radiated heat strikes on the frozen surfaces
Slowly melting snow walking by windy hush
Refreshing trees with spirit wash
Flowing on the branches
Dripping the warm tears
Dropped...Fall down and leave
Drop (a sound)
Another one falls
Pristine pearl dives in a river
A miracle splash waves in circles
Liquid mirror reflects the pink shadows
Of the tree branches after few days past
O Sakura has came back at the same place
At the same season, where the spring is here
Each year, the same scenery repeats.
Only different stories everyone makes
But the lesson still same for us to pick
A short time of this quiet season visit
Small petals winged sakura over the field
Bearable without fears, remind the lands
With a same sakura song they all sing loud
'We found pain, we bleed but everybody hurts'
'But there will be a time where the door will be opened'
'To heal and to gain, from snow to green again'
'Take the chance or we never see it comes again'
'Even in a small twig after snow i shall return'
Watching them flying from this bridge
On my hand, one of them falling
Instantly immerse the rare feeling
As if with my soul it was talking
'Even there's always winter to freeze heart
Or the present of autumn to fall hopes
Nothing to afraid about this hardness
That is a nature of life we cant avoid
Hold it tight, believe for one time
We will find a way out and win
If we know how to take the chances'
I walked away and smile
Thinking for the meaning
Of what i have learned
A lesson In a new day
taught by sakura
*Haru= Spring in Japanese
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Step On Me
step on my soul, step on my face, step on my heart, bury my torn and battered body without any disgrace walk over my grave respect not me for i do not exist not anymore not in physical form for my life meant nothing not to you or anyone esle soon i goto where old freinds and family and comrades are up high in the shadows of heaven but alas due to how i am and who i am and me just being me plummet and fall all the way to hell there is no swansong for me just a quiet a piece and quiet that will remain that way until whomever is in charge of all factions of life and realities and all of life can recall my dead body grant me life anew so that am able to perform whatever task i was awaken for so in return i could hav another shot at life all over again so go ahead and step on me all u want ill not complain no more and just wait until this death happins for in return id expect another chance.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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By Unwritten Soul
Secret in my eyes
Untold to be never seen
Reflections of me never exist
So pain not to be found
Neither the joy too
For who I am now
Just another person
Who has heart in the mist
You can't ever capture
Free it does
But it just a mist
Someday it will be gone by the wind
For someday I won't be remembered
Because I know dear
I know that life is just a transition
Of Subway Dreams, among the reality
For who I am now
Another ordinary soul
But love I have for scattered
Still I am another soul, I am
But I am treasured who I am as me
Because after all, all I have is me
The one and only
Unwritten Soul
November 17,2012
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