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Dare not to be a Saint

let the sweetest bloom of strawberry hack the
virgin of the bees and wash away the thirst
of the Lilies in the stream

let the ranging mountain lucidly view the
terrains of the eagle eyes and capture the prey
for a night flying mock of the wings, where
the hungry fish wage the turmoil wave

let the fusion of the night dream the horizon
of beautiful tomorrow, fulfill the window of
the future and lead cool waiting hand reach
the high way of success

let the song be the melody of the heart; strings
every hope of happiness for joy branches the
clings of harmony of wish in each coming day,
the verdicts open to claps

come my soul, and settle the savor of faith,
dare not to bangs the sacredness of the angel;
for nay! wisdom allure belief and nothing but
a sole searching of gratefulness, as the heart
stood in the affirmation of thy grace

oh! luminous sacred fire, hover thy faith, for
nothing comes to renew of the sinfulness, yet
a heart that repent promise the soul to the
paradise of saint not of men, the total surrender
of the faithful

may the heaven brings the angelic soul to the
face of the One.......

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Conqueror's Eye

dash me to your vision, capture my day with hope and
fantasy young and sweet, like fruits waiting to be bite
and Juice into bits and pieces of grinded pickle in your
tongue

just like a moment catching the zero point, the high
that never every wish to settle such stands, where
nowhere state of feeling hallucinate the coming end
for fear of returning home, in your endless view of
perfection

deceive me in your eyes, the hug mesmerize the
coming stay of you in my moment of time; wash those
fears of dying, for nothing close in your mind would
lead you far from me, all have something to make you
feel alright my darling

where, of those dream would come to my midst of
distress and fall back the tears that the heart has falling
apart; for tomorrow will only be the log of the future I
hope and stay to live with you, grasp and capture the
eye that see the season of spring; for my heart leads my
soul to see you again

oh! come my ears listen and let me conquer the
captured eagle eye of deception, and never ask the
close hand to open the future of my fate … and.i will
be in vain …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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Mud of our dream

oh! beautiful and wonderful night when the sky
is so bright, what a complacent flower in
the early morning, as the bees and the butterfly
sip the sweeten hyacinth of the petal flows

let the mountain climb to the highest clouds and
drink the rain that fall down to the stream, may
the birds laugh as they fly and wiggle the wind up,
up in the limitless sky

may the dream that dreams to reach the endless
and vivid touch cease to capture, the thirst that
hold the vision to learn of every closing eyes and
open the heart to accept that, dream conquers no
return

lock me not in the acceptance of the night, and
hide my enigmatic existence to wait the given time
for in every weakening hand trembles in the
furnishing fire of cedar's fall

the mud beats and pieces of every dream has come
to remind the heart that, venture leads the soul to
wait to the dream's come true, as it wave the heat
that excites the aim to reach that goal

always in the go, aim high for the way is unspoken
words to hide but, have the eye to reach and the
foot to mark.......sweet dreams my darling.......

poem by Antonio Liao
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In God's Horizon

it is in God's horizon that all are equal, regardless, of faith, sex, religion, race, even in our decision of where to end our lives our belief, has always been there to reminds the, thirsts of our soul, to a dream of dreams and a hope against hope, that this journey is worth to
live by

the immortal of soul is the only key we hold,   to reach what is life everlasting, what we are today is not what we will bring us in life after death, it is our heart, our faith, our being one, our genuineness of belief, that would leads us to the beginning of life

the trust in our soul, woven with forgiveness, weaken God's wrath, that the harmony of a sinner and the giver of life, all things will be judged accordingly, in God's mercy, witness by our very own soul, when time has come to an end, death is certain and life final direction is on the horizon, be sure that in the moment of silence, whisper your soul that, in your heart

..... ' your happy in the company of angels singing hymn of praise with God of which you know Him '... in your soul and want to live through out Eternity.... in God's Horizon

poem by Antonio Liao
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Rendition of the Soul

wish to be right, though not perfect, the aim
high lead to low, what more i can do, but
to do the right direction my Mama and Papa
want me so

all my life lives in my sweet Daddy and
Mommy my sister my brother gives me all
what i say, they never told me not to cry, until
i remember the story of the falling angel who
once to be happy

days and night, my heart wonder, why people
want to be free and at the end of that day, tears
fall to the ground of no where to be found in
their heart so sad, even ready to be fire ring
squad, in front of the one they love

like a thirst of the hand that never drunk and
in the eyes that can't see; bring me then back
the old hand that call, thy bosom arm my heart
is so cool, let me ask some pity in the tears that
flows, taste it seems its empty, for thy soul
wanted to see, the bastion of the One whom
comes with the heart that hold in the soul that
folds

here i am, open my lonely heart, and hear the
rendition of my soul....all comes in you Lord,
promise that I may fall in your mercy

i am full......

poem by Antonio Liao
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Window of the World

oh! dear heart, listen to the whisper of the angels,
as they’re calling the infinite shadow of
creation; leading to the horizon of golden path
of a new beginning of peace

oh! beautiful morning of the dawning gladness
of awakening heart, blow the wonderful tiding of a
joyous moment of the universe; return the glory
of the past and hold on the beginning of the
blooming smell of the fragrance of the everlasting
Daffodils in bosom soul, the siege has come to
touch the glory of each lasting sweet tomorrow, the
calmness of soul that stay of what is today

oh! whisper my coldness, the coolant of each
dream of remembering chores of a lasting journey
and my dear heart rejoice in the paradise I hope
gladly flourish and grow, until flesh dust to the grave
relief; come and lead the sided belief of my pleasant
eyes, where a pleasant passion of great desire of
creator laid its precious hand, of seldom my faith has
command

oh! great being I always pray, thank you for the
world of thy wisdom had come to show your powerful
hand, as wondrous deeds draws a valuable return of
what the best man can offer in your kingdom to come

oh! master piece of our soul, settle in this wonderful
and passionate world you’ve made, touch every ways
and lead it free for thy heart will obey, till the willing
heart will come for Thee …..

poem by Antonio Liao
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Why Oh Why

Why tears is the answer to the pain
every time I stumble, no regret can stop
the refrain and my heart call and shout
to the sky in the middle of the night

Why until when, does the beautiful
flower allure the flying Butterfly to knock
the door of a sweet petal bloom touches
The Lotus gone, readied to wither under
the calling sun

Why should every belief wanting to know
the truth Even the sky finds the proof the
shinning star floats in the Heaven above

Why have you believe in my heart that
each day, longing finds my way to capture
your presence, for lying halts my true love
in tenderness of where you may be

why oh why, my soul find refuge in you,
not until the morning come tells to shine
beneath the close eyes I depart and say
goodbye, come settle my command and
let me lay down in your arm

fervor my heart and wish me luck to die …

poem by Antonio Liao
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Honor thy Father

line in like a marching songs waiting to hear
the bangs of the tumble and the drum its voice
splashing the high-way of beginning journey
of victory

look about the bits and pieces of the past, as the
course of the new world, has comes the new
meting of hope, melt the swords of wonder and
thirst of bloodless taste of harmony amongst
every heart, privy the path of what the soul offer
of thanks giving in the face of birth

stream out the generation of faith and purify the
dense dirt’s of gable in filtering fog of snow in
the pasture of mercy, towards men of
righteousness

forward little steps, the muddy feet look strange,
now take the course of change cleanse the carpet
beyond time wait you, in thy Father home

it’s open, dear soul ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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Haloes angels without wings

as man transform in its unique formation, the soul illuminate
his spirit creating a halo of sanctity of wings in his humanoid
form

our navel, made us to believe that man, is created out of nothing
but, a breath that ends and begins our life to see and witness, the
living God

thus making, every human being different from other, forms of
living organism, in this changing world, a purpose that ends, to
a simple dust of where it started

in every action of touch we made, gives us the credits of thanking
the source of who's the giver of everything, the sole and the
heart that exist, before the concept of existence comes to being

let not your heart and eyes see, the halo of sacredness engulf your
self, be a philanthropist of heart and soul to our brethren, for the
wings of sanctity molded you towards life everlasting

in every season of your heart, giving and sharing is the paramount
of an endless eruption of denuding yourself for the kingdom of
God is at hand

every moment is a moment of passion to live, in the heart of every
man, regardless of creed and race, it is a faith that satisfy not
only your soul, but to the whole universe

it is now the right time to hold on, and to fly on the wings of eternity,
the wings that you have made is the wings that leads you to the way
to reach your destination

let our heart, sober your achievement, let our wisdom surf with you
in your journey, for everything you do, lifted us to see, the haloes in
our hearts

'we too, are human, a great chance to be an angel without wings '

poem by Antonio Liao
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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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Stranger of my Shadow

the dream of yesterdays apart birth the
waiting hope to come in the castle of memory,
as today leaves the footprint of bedside of
tomorrow; lead me to the home of forever joy
and touch the glooming step of the future for
every bastion lives come to my dream

lips murmur of the sweetness passion of the
heart that breathes of lullaby of hymn in my
immortal soul, where the perfume comes away
in the lewd pain i gain, and let every road be
the wisdom of each way of serenity in your
hope

linger my soul, the waiting face shame to come
in the middle of your joy, damn me not in the
wilderness of astray, all like angels floats
looking somewhere beyond of what is yesterday
in the paradise eternal stay

oh! come and purify my whole some home,
where the moth not afraid to come near to the
fire of hell; show the very path that pleases
your destined heart; judgment never holds my
heart, yet! the zeal of free wills thane my soul to
be one in the table you share, my day

take me, show my inequities and cleanse my
lonely heart for the shadow i past lead me to
the eternal way that last forever.......

poem by Antonio Liao
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I imagine my angel fall down from heaven

I imagine my angel fall down from heaven
Seek and search for the man
Down on earth See the man been waiting along
for the angel to fell on him, which he been waiting all his life
The night he was lying on his bed
Awoken by angel smell he has been dream for
The heavenly smell became reality angel is a real woman
She fell on me on top
She looks tired and I put her into my bed
On my shoulder to sleep
All night I whisper to her ear
“Oh My the man whisper into my ear echo only sounds
But my heart open hearer and tokens your soul to be my the man”
Seeing my angel sleeping like a baby
Comforted on my shoulder, sealed by my heart and soul
My arms open my shoulder open when you need to cries
In my mind without my angel and angel without me
Ache emptiness will not be recovers and seal
Without you my love my the woman
Life is Impossible to fulfill whole

poem by See Fee Lee
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When my soul loves your heart.....

I have your heart within me

that keeps telling me love story every night

God has given us love as the best medicine

to purify our hearts and soul with affections

When your heart and my soul touch each other

then there is no room for sadness

When my eyes close for sleep

then my soul awakes and kisses your heart

When your heart plays music with my soul

then the melodies hover like nightingales

When your heart is longing for my love

then my soul is belonging to beautiful nights

When my soul loves your heart

then its not only what your heart for

but for what my soul lives with you heart

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Featherless wings

last night i dream that i was walking in the clouds, huge
heavenly petals like pebbles wash away my tears, a moist
of silver blue drifted my pink cheek; cool, smooth and soft
as i feel it, clear as the ocean wave and beautiful as rainbow
when the sun scatter its radiant ray where i seat in the
cumulus formation of clouds beneath my feet

in a glance, speed like light passing through my eye, blinking
without control while my nose seems white as a snow failed
to breathe the air, choking with my eye staring above my head,
thinking that this might be the end, as the naked eye said adieu
death comes like a thief of the night, then i have to go, but in a
sudden moment i notice that iam not alone in the wilderness of
beautiful clouds, their are humanoid form of being floating
waving, cheering, singing sweet melody of song, and calling
many name, whispering me not to be lonely; it’s the clouds that
made us to hope, it’s the song that give us the feather to fly and
it’s the dream that leads us go, to a place, we almost have to
know

waiting for a day of night and day, seems no end, not a single
feather grown in my body cause me pain, bother and confuse
leads my way to pray, that in my featherless wings i can reach
the sky; fly my featherless wings fly up, up to the heaven above,
guide my dream in your own destiny, a place where my soul will
be happy, stay with me winged angels, featherless wings has to
fly high with you in the heaven above

oh! dream show me the way my featherless wings have something
to say, please listen my winged angels and hear my
featherless voice.......

“angels wings is made not of feather, it’s a deep faith of their
loyalty to God, tangible and form like wings”

poem by Antonio Liao
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Sinister Lullaby

A Sinister Lullaby
By: Adam M. Snow

A melody flowing caressing the nightly air,
its soothing sound echoes a flair.
It sprung from the lips of a maiden aloft;
the angelic song, sung ever so soft.
This peaceful lullaby dares be at ease;
it is peace and harmony, this song decrees.
I dare not wake from this melody slumber,
this rest entrance me to encumber.
The melody continues through the night,
caressing the angelic lunar light.
It steals my breath, my soul, my heart;
it speaks a lore to impart.
It torments my dream, my self, my being;
to hear this earthly angel singing.
I cannot wake from this melody trance;
darkness consumes as the angel dance.
I cannot wake from this grimful hollow;
an ethereal silence, who fears to follow.
All life trembles at her voice,
leaving all to surrender, not by choice.
Her melody sways forevermore,
stealing the souls for many yore.

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The Wind Breaker

have the sun rise from the edge of the sea, the
horizon that blew the parallel of heaven and the
earth vision the bridge of hope and tomorrow
always come in thy mighty spark of success

where for every glow of stream light comes
from the heavenly bodies and point us to hold
that each faith hold bravely amidst this fume of fire;
until the coming day will come to stay and leave
our temptation so strong to resist the heavenly
haven below

light every flow of faded hope for the dawning
sun rises to our dear prayer, and preciously hold the
stone unturned before the turmoil of bitterness be
loved in every waited dream each lives possess

now glorify my strength, and never turn back
the lasting gems in your heart for the field is empty
and the laborer are few, listen of the echo of thy
soul, the witnesses of your faith comes in thy silent
blood in the Holy Eucharist

say nothing of the promise and live the beginning
of amen in your destined tongue of words, a great
and a grandume of Amen will always win

humble your self and sin no more ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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A genuine Heart enkindle a sacred tears

our eyes, value the essence of forgiveness, the glittering
tears flown like crystal jade lives in our hearts, is a birth
mark of the soul

leave not my heart where my soul begins the journey that
brings my spirit to a wonderful day of my life

a forgiveness shared with the sacredness of my tears comes
from the inner chamber of my heart, will always be in your
soul, that mold you to understand, the meaning of passion

though everything is changing to believe, but a reason to
accept that something is of everything to know that, all is just
a learning process, that every one has to experience this
painful episode

a miles away to reach my destination, but a steps to reach your
heart, the value of tears in my heart, live to begin the worth of
your life in my blameless soul, please take it for its only one,
only for you

my heart has made, the rainbow to remember, the rain that
flows in the turmoil of river, stream out to the ocean of mercy,
you have been there knowing my path to reach my ideal of
what is meant to live with you

what matter most is the tears that i offer, letting you to feel, that
every drops of sacred tears in my heart is a stairway to achieve
my forgiveness and the steps, i make is only.....only for..... you,
my darling

poem by Antonio Liao
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…within And Beyond The Hero’s Journey …

cascading water falls, embraces the high cliff,
where the echo of melodic rock conquer the paddle sand
in the sunset of a magnificent blow of the wind,
beneath the murmuring pebble of thousand battled ambiance
of natural wonders

await dear heart of the star, where the galaxy
of the Milky Way, wish to play on the twilight shine
amongst the riding rainbow of the stream that flows in
the midst of the dazzling night

come our respected guest and down the islets for the isles,
welcome your stay; the idyllic moment will be the most
memorable awesome peep of your eyes, a wholesome
pleasure of sweet dream of reality come true

genuine heart brings your wisdom to find the treasure
past of your life; like a flying eagle who wish to nestle its
prey with tender touch and a loving spirit of friendship
in the middle of alluring gift of happiness and enjoy deep
inside the passionate heart of you’re lasting sincerity
of love

welcome the journey of sensible pleasure and capture
the unlocking spirit of wings; of the given gift of paradise,
the silent bloom of the sand of Zamboangan flaps soil of
the Subanon land, a haven of all, who join the sacredness
moving spirited people of the land of the Lumad-free

feel and touch the mystic land of the riding pleasure of
the sand ……

“a poem…a tribute to the promise land of my birth,
Zamboanga del Norte,
Philippines”

Aon

poem by Antonio Liao
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Our rusted key

a soul that leaves legacy, builds for eternity, such
savory of dreams come once in a life time, a place
in our hearts, that unite the human bane of every
soul

it well be forever, the thirst of the sweet bladed sword,
to learn the ancient path, where thousands of prayer
and sacrifice to reach and to end, each journey to the
kingdom of the most high

as it rust, it shine its golden armor of faith, that shield the
agony of souls, never it is wasted nor gain, for in every
faith of our spirit brings every pieces in God's altar of
forgiveness

what makes it pure, when each heart gives its pollen
drops of crystal tears in God's stain of mercy, that in
every breath brings the coated soul of openness, to
receive his passionate love forever in our soul

a revealing God that, even in the deepest flame of fire,
he still with us, it will be the moment that God will never
leaves his promise of perfection of our soul, a time that
witness, that our God is a God forever

be rusted in faith, for in every exposure of your lives, it
breath goodness to our precious soul, and be a legacy
of every brethren of brethrens, that the key to reach our
destiny is to be taken freely in the face of the earth

rush yourselves, in the air that mold you, rust ourselves
to the breath that guide us, let our heart kindling our eternity
to the glory of God

poem by Antonio Liao
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Forging with ink of Hope and Faith

the last things fish feel thirst; lay down the dry
grown in the middle of breathless gills, showing the
endless mercy of dying, whistle in the air as it
suffocate

the breezing fresh gallop the nostril of nudeness
of a living soul, waiting the smoothness of flow of a
waiting catching soul to survive, the lasting
remembrance of a wondering immortal being exist

the shore catches the wave, as the pebble, wrestling
the turmoil of water in the heavenly pure of struggle,
nay the living floating weeds capture the mingling
drift in the tiny bubble in the deep blue sea

last the passing scene of the memory of the past, all
comes in a freezing sky to stay as it says a golden bye
of what is a blooming flower in the stream of river
gone into the sea of wonderful sky

wait as it flew the dust has mock of faith in the
rainbow of hope that the day leaves as you return and
forward of what ever ink in the memory of your life,
for what ever plan lives in the wish of days in the sun

walk and gone, the vision is to stay always in the
journey with fun, just believe and never fade the faith
and hope that all wait for you to make you, as always
be apart with the great plan

know the air that breathe and learn that someday you
will be back in the touching hand with Faith that
only you is the One to make your birth goal be true

go and leave no trace, the footprints will find you there
to stay with God; in the sea shore of Hope all has to
leave and return..... with Faith

poem by Antonio Liao
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Promise of a Dream

the sky is so bright and the light is so deeply in touch
with the halos of the moon and the meadow seems
waiting for the firefly to light in the deeming dark of
the night

come to me my dream, extend the wisdom of your
memory, gallops my waiting of the sun; down my wish
of remembering the golden jade of the ageless passion
of knowing the coming day, there i see the beginning
of my stay for today

as i turn the timeless night to come for another wish
please take my arm and bring to the flawless stream of
dream, of where my heart belongs; my childhood
kiss, the unending search of what comes in the future
of today, as i clings my immortal soul will you dear,
and hold my eternal dream, the dying wish may not
endlessly gone with the wind

lock and luck comes in my bedside and a have dine
with me in the table of tomorrow, thou shall stay with
me in the paradise of my wish; rainbow all my night
with a zeal of that beautiful journey, now as you come
true to my sweet memory of the night, dear wish, i
come to be free

oh! wait and come as i return to the golden age of
where i wish, start and begin endlessly my search your
the one I adore ……

poem by Antonio Liao
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