Devil's Eye
the fading tomb have been waking up to
harbor its delicacy of flesh to the death;
waging war to last the taste of wounded
soul
the steps toward to eternity bound, hurdle
with unfading hatred and lust of earthly
sweeten longing, an end to its direction
of thy darkness home
wanting to take all that waste for so long,
where the eternal flame burn in thy heart
and soul fumes, awake and take what the
evil's light in the hell feel glad in thy mother
womb so hard
all are wanted to stand upward, where
eagle eyes always cease forward, nay every
hands ask the reason for one's mind and
heart is only for God
late comes at night, where even our mother
and father say something for each one
who had love, has made the world so glad
the fading evel's eye comes to close, and
every hearts made it push, strong of
faith brings out to post, cease the
devil's eye......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Lamentable Success
the world had just close the sky, the hour comes to late
where the innocent of the heart cried for fear of fading to
to face the untouchable eye, who stare without seeing
of what the soul survive
the ghetto of spark silent the hatred of flame, where the
Abbey's of hell, is patiently waiting to explode the wonder
of joy, move to go, to a pointless direction of the spirited
heart of mess
limit comes in a very splendid art, sudden stop by a
marvelous envy of a wondering sting of changing value of
men gain, forward a humble soul to achieve what thy heart
clings, settle where you find wisdom and show your
understanding desire to live
lament your call, stay as the world resist, let the passion say
that everything comes in every unexpected way, as the angels
always proclaim that you have a special home in God's return,
the best is now what you give and the last He will receive
humble yourself and be honest, even other can't, while
other wouldn’t and some didn't...... just be true to yourself
for the Lord thy God feel so glad
poem by Antonio Liao
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Angelic face in a Devil's shadow
leave me nothing but a shadow of the past, a scroll
that showed me the real me, the me in you and the
wants in me to the things of what is to be a little god
in every way
please don't look at me with an angelic face with a
Devil’s shadow, screwing my soul where the dungeon
of hell awaits on my body's fumes of flame languishing
though out eternity
may the rainbow sprinkle its teardrops of the breathing
soul of my heart and melt the wondering soul in the
abyss of eternal flame be healed in the oasis of sweet
melody of your heart
take and retake the beacon of my heart, a broken piece
that will remember the real me, a reflection of the beauty
of the yesteryear of my life of where I always value the
essence of knowing nothing than me
may the angel of darkness cease to come with his
angelic face in a devil shadow of eternity and leave my
life to reach the shadow of the rainbow of where I
may see the beautiful person I use to be
come to my heart and leave not to the temptation of
my soul my dear Lord and rescue me in thy devil's fire
Amen
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Hideaway
i dream back of the past, where the womb i stay, is nothing
but a place where i can be in a day.......
moving out is not but a dream that everybody is busy, looking
something that everybody couldn't see......
my thought is humble to think that, in the shelves i use to play is
but a womb's mother i usually think that it is easy to be free....
i always ask even if it takes lust, all the memory is gone, only
the bad things is fun....
all it seems, it is fine and everything is with me, knowing i made
it for that day, wandering for every joy would leads me to make
me happy.....
i have stand on my own, i know where i go, believing that i am a
little god, great as it could be, never i hold to the womb iam
fold.....
innocent as a child, all day long i wait to the mother breast i suck,
to the milk iam glad, leaving behind the pain i my hands
let the hideaway may come in my dreams i stand, may you always be
in my mother womb i stay..... for only in my mother's womb.... i
could be free
poem by Antonio Liao
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Devil's Call
the greatest spy of life is the inner passion
of desire that lives within every one's heart,
the captives that sacrifice the chance to escape
from the bondage of slavery of freedom
between good and bad of life
many times the vulture consume my body and
break every inch of my bones though I know
this worthless taste is nothing to believe than a
reality to come in my day of reckoning
time is just a theft of fashionable wanting of
what is today to touch, leaving all behind the
value of what meant to be happy at this very
moment, a matter of doing of which is not the
will of the heart
a deliverance of own death to the hands which
the soul wish not to deny the existence of
immortality of eternal life, all are just a spy of the
heaven above to where the distance is near to
come
whisper as you call, for the devil's voice lives
in every wish your heart enjoy, be dumped, for
the tongue sweeten the lies of the Devil sweat,
and brings the soul to believe the power of
joy in every suicidal heart that waits its answer
of what is dying of mercy in your life
always be steadfastly awake for the Devil's call
lives just a little a part from each wanting heart
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Between Two Fires
Wisdom reveals the reason why
This life brings so much pain
Yet in the rainbows in the sky
The answers all too plain
When God made man He gave him laws
As all the world now knows
But disobedience opened doors
No sinful man can close
Some fear no God nor judgement day
Some seek the truth on high
But fire to both will come one day
For all are bound to die
Fire will totally burn the earth
This world will cease to be
Yet Fire will lead to second birth
Who soon God’s face will see
Fire will seek each soul in turn
Regardless of their views
But which our flesh one day will burn
Is left for us to choose
From all the earth there’s no one free
However much we doubt
The fire will come for all to see
From which there’s no way out
No force can make God’s Fire retreat
No flesh can dowse the flame
But fire for those at Jesus’ feet
Will only burn their shame
The rest who die still with their crime
Will meet an awesome fate
Then like the flood in Noah’s time
The cry will be “Too late”
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Facing Death In The Reflection Of Her Child’s Tear
Facing death in the reflection of her child’s tear
A weeping mother from some other world
Is seen to be holding on to a hope in fear
Keeping warm the memory of love beside the fireplace curled.
Late at night she prays, un-able to sleep,
Keeping watch until the day that no more is
Laughter new and moving in vibration
But an echo of fond memories fading.
She blankets the child in her flesh
Kissing him and breathing afresh new love.
Smothering with smiles and affection
The reflection of death within his eyes.
Slipping once more into the shadows
From which he came
His mother weeping, still unsleeping
Awaits reflections of death within her pain
She is seeking for that which absorbs her,
She is seeking that which will engulf her soul in solitude
Leaving her mourning, lamenting death in timeless rhythm
Forgetting the harmony of which we are part
Forgetting the eternity that exists
When lovers spend more than a moment apart.
She forgets that there is to be no regret upon this plain.
What sickness is it of heart and of soul that allows
Salvation to be preached without the kiss of ecstasy.
What horror is this to believe our world so fruitful
So beautiful is fallen as if it were inherently evil.
As if by adorning coats of skin we were dancing with the devil.
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Wanderer's Return
My home is so glad, my heart is so light,
My wandering boy has returned top;night.
He is blighted and bruised, I know, by sin,
But I am so glad to welcome him in.
The child of my tenderest love and care
Has broken away from the tempter's snare;
tonight my heart is o'erflowing with joy,
I have found again my wandering boy.
My heart has been wrung with a thousand fears,
Mine eyes have been drenched with the bitterest tears;
Like shadows that fade are my past alarms,
My boy is enclasped in his mother's arms.
The streets were not safe for my darling child;
Where sin with its evil attractions smiled.
But his wandering feet have ceased to roam,
And tonight my wayward boy is at home.
At home with the mother that loves him best,
With the hearts that have ached with sad unrest,
With the hearts that are thrilling with untold joy
Because we have found our wandering boy.
In that wretched man so haggard and wild
I only behold my returning child,
And the blissful tears from my eyes that start
Are the overflow of a happy heart.
I have trodden the streets in lonely grief,
I have sought in prayer for my sole relief;
But the depths of my heart tonight are stirred,
I know that the mother's prayer has been heard.
If the mother-love be so strong and great
For her child, sin-weary and desolate,
Oh what must the love of the Father be
For souls who have wandered like you and me!
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The End of Darkness
There is a darkness on every side, and with it a prevailing evil tide.
And this evil that is all around us, fills our heart with deep disgust.
From the evil we attempt to hide, but its effects can not be denied.
But soon it shall be behind us, this present world with all its lusts.
We will no longer be in this world, when by God Eternity’s unfurled.
Darkness pervades each corner of life, causing all unwanted strife.
Darkness is evil’s vessel friend, with destruction as its ultimate end.
Satan wants to hand you defeat, as he desires to sift you like wheat.
What God says about our enemy, is resist the devil and he will flee.
For Christ has achieved the victory, for evil to be banished eternally.
Until then darkness isn’t a friend, and Christ’s Light is to be our end.
Darkness is dispelled by His Light, along with all the evil of the night.
When darkness mounts against us, we must lean on whom we trust.
One day the darkness all about us, will be blown away like the dust.
In Heaven there will be no night, for Christ will be The Eternal Light.
Lust of the flesh will be no more, when we reach that celestial shore.
We’ll have a pure mind and heart, as an eternity with Christ we start.
No more temptation for us to face, for Heaven will be a Perfect place.
Purged of all sin and iniquity, a New Heaven and Earth is what will be.
A place where Truth is not denied, for His Light will be on every side.
The Dark Night Of The Soul
When we are in the dark night of the soul,
We gasp and flounder within this hole
Of mire and darkness, with no light,
But hark, look up and see the sight,
Of smiling angel faces true.
Holding hands and beckoning you,
To rise above the darkness tight,
Fly and flow, into the light.
Once more to find our love's true end,
As thro' Universe, our footsteps wend.
To free the soul, from darkness black.
Taking us forward, to never look back,
But forward always into the peace,
And joy and calm as horrors cease.
And then we turn and head for home,
Until once more, our steps will roam.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Who Can Ascend
Who can ascend God’s holy hill?
Who can call God his friend?
Who can declare he’s done God’s will
And so his soul defend
Can you with heart and soul deny?
That sin has held your hand
So innocent you’ll never die
As God has always planned
Can you stand Jesus face to face?
Stand eye to eye with light
Declare your life’s so full of grace
In robes of brilliant white
Have you a soul so dazzling clean
A heart so rich and sure
That nothing can enter in between
Revealing ought impure
If yes is not your answer friend
If one of them is no
Then help you need before the end
Before to sleep you go
You need God’s Flame to burn inside
God’s Son to stand you by
Accept God’s Lamb for you has died
Before my friend you die
With God there is no darkness there
With God there is no night
No lie will live nor have a share
Where God displays His Light
No place for sin no place for shame
No place for flesh is made
Eternal stands The Righteous Flame
Who’s radiance cannot fade
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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You've Made Me Glad/Who Is Like The Lord
You put a song in my heart rythm in my step
Praise as my garment for the spirit of heaviness
Beauty for ashes joy for my pain
Love overwhelming causes me to say
(Chorus)
You've made me glad
You've made me glad
You've made me glad
Lord I will rejoice because You have
You've made me glad
You've made me glad
You've made me glad
Lord I will rejoice because You have made me glad
So I will lift my hands and lift my voice
The way I feel I have no choice
You made me glad
I'm gonna dannce and sing and shout for joy
And praise Your name I will rejoice
You made me glad
Lord we declare
Who can compare
Who would even dare
Cause there is no one like You
song performed by by Israel
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Mother; it was all a white lie
How do I look? ’ says mother just before she goes out
I reply ‘wow amazing’ mother smiles
But if only she knew it was a white lie
I would hurt her deep inside
Mother says ‘which dress looks better’
I chose red, although I didn’t like neither
Mother reply’s ‘I’m glad you like it ‘, I reply ‘like it? I love it! ’ Yes I lied I genuinely disliked it!
Mother giggles but what she doesn’t realise it’s apart of my game just not as obvious as a riddle.
Mother is on a diet and works so hard to stick to it
Mother asks me ‘have I reduced weight a little bit? ’
I reply ‘a little bit? ’ you’ve lost so much that you’re starting to look like a stick!
Mother giggles and cuddles me; see this is why I lie because I make her feel so valuable and happy!
When mother was pregnant she looked big as ever! Mother asks’ ‘do I look big? ’ I reply look big? Never! Yes I lied to make her feel better!
I wanted her to feel cool about herself just like the breeze in the Lebanese weather
Although she was awfully big, I made her feel light as a feather!
Father is home late; mother is worried, she asks me if I think he’s ok
I reply ‘of course he is’ she smiles and gives me a kiss
Although I was also afraid and wanted to ask mother the same
I kept her calm by putting on a brave face
Mother says ‘I have a surprise for you in the boot’
I opened it and bless mother; she had bought me new shoes,
Mother says ‘like the shoes? ’ I reply ‘of course I do’ but if only she knew,
I would hurt her in the count of two!
poem by Anna Fawaz
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Longing For Home
My Lord I am longing to go home, away from this earth that I roam,
For Lord I long to be at that place, where I can look upon your face.
High above earth’s lowly sod, in the Glory of Heaven with my God,
From a world where wrong is right, into that Glorious Eternal Light.
I know not when the time will be, when I’m brought up into Eternity.
That time is not for me to know, I am simply told by The Lord to go,
To go and preach to every nation, the Good News of His Salvation,
Until that time, I just need to be, a light for Christ for all men to see.
At times I long to be by the side, of Him, who on a cross had died,
Where He bled and died for me, so that I could live for all Eternity.
I long to see God’s eternal shore, where evil darkness is no more,
Where there’ll be Eternal Light, this my friend, both day and night.
I long to hear that trumpet sound, so that we can all gather round,
Gathered with those saints above, saved by God’s matchless love.
I long to see my loved ones who, on the day they died, truly knew,
That they departed into His arms, to be safe from all earthly harms.
I am longing for a new body too, it’s something like we never knew,
This body will be an eternal kind, with perfect form and perfect mind.
An Eternal Body prepared for me, that shall last through all Eternity,
And this new body will be Glorified, as I stand by The Savior’s side.
This longing will not leave my heart, until the day in which I depart,
Depart from here to be with Him, who died to cleanse me of my sin.
All who long for the appearing of, Jesus Christ in the clouds above,
By Jesus Christ, will be blessed, this with a crown of righteousness.
(Copyright ©03/2006)
So Glad
I had laid some mighty plans,
Thought I held them in my hands.
Then my world began to crumble all away.
I tried to build it back again;
I couldnt bear to see it end,
How it hurt to know you wanted it that way.
And Im so glad,
Glad to find the reason,
That Im happy-sad
That youve torn it all away,
And Im so glad,
Though it hurts to know Im leaving
Everything I ever thought that I would be.
Once I held it in my hand.
It was a kingdom made of sand.
But now youve blown it all away.
I cant believe that I can say,
That Im glad.
Long before my plans were made,
I know a master plan was laid,
With a power that superseded my control.
And if that truth could pierce my heart,
I wouldnt wander from the start,
Trying desperately to make it on my own.
And Im so glad,
Glad to find the reason,
That Im happy-sad
That youve torn it all away,
And Im so glad,
Though it hurts to know Im leaving
Everything I ever thought that I would be.
Once I held it in my hand.
It was a kingdom made of sand.
But now youve blown it all away.
I cant believe that I can say,
That Im glad.
So glad.
Oh, Im so glad.
So glad....
Oh, Im so glad....
Yes, Im glad....
So very, very glad....
La la la....
La la la....
La, la la, la la, la la, la la....
Da da da....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Bride-Soul
When will that day dawn, Mother;
When the One I took birth for
Holds me to His heart with deathless love?
I long for the bliss of divine union.
I long to lose my body, mind, and soul
And become one with my husband.
When will that day dawn, Mother?
Husband, fulfil now the longing I have had
Since before the universe was made.
Enter me completely and release me.
In terrible lonely years without You
I yearn and yearn for You.
I spend sleepless nights hunting for You,
Gazing into darkness after You,
With unblinking hopeless eyes.
When will that day dawn, Mother?
When will my Lord hold me to His heart?
My empty bed, like a hungry tigress,
Devours me whenever I try to sleep.
Listen to your slave's prayer -
Come and put out this blaze of agony
That consumes my soul and body.
When will He hold me to His heart?
When will that day dawn, Mother?
Kabir sings, "If I ever meet You, my Beloved,
I'll cling to you so fiercely You melt into me;
I'll sing from inside You songs of union,
World-dissolving songs of Eternal Bliss."
Bribe the Witches
put my poise the boundaries to stop, make it
seal to fuse my arrogant to dive within the limbo
of my heart, i am at a mess, as it looks back the
fear to hold the holiday of my lost
strangle my want; all are just a push of my
desire, and my appetite, likes to taste the sweet
honey tears of loneliness beyond the pedestal of
where i stand, at the close of the door in your
midst
all seems to bribe the devil wish, double each
gain to reach my endless lust of flesh, waving
every moment to remember where i fall, puzzle
the heart that shouts for joy
incense of holy water, splash my strength as
the spark of lighted candle knocks my devilish
act of a profane wish, lavish my satisfaction and
contentment of mercy of a smiling witches
keep my bribe beautifully wealthy and let the
blind will see the dark side cover for a little day;
push the gate to the flame of eternity, and hell is
open for a sudden stay
connect my spirited soul and share like never
before seen the magnificent wonder of hell.......
pity my soul dear Lord
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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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Enough Of Me
We were all wounded in some domestic war
I found you to settle my score
You looked like father
You felt like mother
My mind told my heart
There is no other
And I gave you my soul
And every ounce of control
I gave you my skin
And my original sin
I gave you my pride and my side
oh my pride
Ain't that enough
I turned your dreams into lightning
Ain't that enough
I held the world back for you
Ain't that enough
I loved you past the point of dying
Ain't that enough of me for you
I was so sure one and one gave you one
My noisy love is coming undone
Now you leave like father
Disappointed like mother
And I know in my heart
There is no other
And I gave you my soul
And every ounce of control
And I gave you my shame
And my eternal flame
And I gave you my need and my seed Oh my need
Why can't you hold on
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Les Noyades
WHATEVER a man of the sons of men
Shall say to his heart of the lords above,
They have shown man verily, once and again,
Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
In the wild fifth year of the change of things,
When France was glorious and blood-red, fair
With dust of battle and deaths of kings,
A queen of men, with helmeted hair,
Carrier came down to the Loire and slew,
Till all the ways and the waves waxed red:
Bound and drowned, slaying two by two,
Maidens and young men, naked and wed.
They brought on a day to his judgment-place
One rough with labour and red with fight,
And a lady noble by name and face,
Faultless, a maiden, wonderful, white.
She knew not, being for shame’s sake blind,
If his eyes were hot on her face hard by.
And the judge bade strip and ship them, and bind
Bosom to bosom, to drown and die.
The white girl winced and whitened; but he
Caught fire, waxed bright as a great bright flame
Seen with thunder far out on the sea,
Laughed hard as the glad blood went and came.
Twice his lips quailed with delight, then said,
“I have but a word to you all, one word;
Bear with me; surely I am but dead;”
And all they laughed and mocked him and heard.
“Judge, when they open the judgment-roll,
I will stand upright before God and pray:
‘Lord God, have mercy on one man’s soul,
For his mercy was great upon earth, I say.
“‘Lord, if I loved thee—Lord, if I served—
If these who darkened thy fair Son’s face
I fought with, sparing not one, nor swerved
A hand’s-breadth, Lord, in the perilous place—
“‘I pray thee say to this man, O Lord,
Sit thou for him at my feet on a throne.
I will face thy wrath, though it bite as a sword,
And my soul shall burn for his soul, and atone.
“‘For, Lord, thou knowest, O God most wise,
How gracious on earth were his deeds towards me.
Shall this be a small thing in thine eyes,
That is greater in mine than the whole great sea?’
“I have loved this woman my whole life long,
And even for love’s sake when have I said
‘I love you’? when have I done you wrong,
Living? but now I shall have you dead.
“Yea, now, do I bid you love me, love?
Love me or loathe, we are one not twain.
But God be praised in his heaven above
For this my pleasure and that my pain!
“For never a man, being mean like me,
Shall die like me till the whole world dies.
I shall drown with her, laughing for love; and she
Mix with me, touching me, lips and eyes.
“Shall she not know me and see me all through,
Me, on whose heart as a worm she trod?
You have given me, God requite it you,
What man yet never was given of God.”
O sweet one love, O my life’s delight,
Dear, though the days have divided us,
Lost beyond hope, taken far out of sight,
Not twice in the world shall the gods do thus.
Had it been so hard for my love? but I,
Though the gods gave all that a god can give,
I had chosen rather the gift to die,
Cease, and be glad above all that live.
For the Loire would have driven us down to the sea,
And the sea would have pitched us from shoal to shoal;
And I should have held you, and you held me,
As flesh holds flesh, and the soul the soul.
Could I change you, help you to love me, sweet,
Could I give you the love that would sweeten death,
We should yield, go down, locked hands and feet,
Die, drown together, and breath catch breath;
But you would have felt my soul in a kiss,
And known that once if I loved you well;
And I would have given my soul for this
To burn for ever in burning hell.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Medicine, an icon of Hope.......
like a bow of Achilles, speed of light hit the bosom heart
of Medusa, the poison lance the heart of every soul that
worship the Zorather flame of eternity
voyage the Viking of the Saxon and lead the victory to the
place of the pyramid of Egypt, as all the wings of the angel
flap to the doorstep of heaven, where the timeless sleep
await to come in the dawn
let the wounded tired flesh, anchor to the hand that cherish
and fulfill the sweeten rainbow in each lonely face, make
the unsettle mind blamelessly witness the cooling cure of
the heart, for the last is always be the beginning of healed
in bastion of hope of the spirit
as the sword of poison perfume the wounded flesh, the
conqueror shouts for joy in the heaven nest, and let the day
be the healing body of gladness of joy in the profane
universe as it stray
win each hope to comes in a most, magnificent look and
live in every wounded soul, for a better day to come, a day
after tomorrow of history, where that moment idyllic stay
with a humble body of flesh cheering the melody of
happiness of everyone wishes to see
rejoice my soul, and wait no more, the doctors and nurses,
are here to cure in our unable body and spirit they are call,
welcome and farewell, loser your day is ended, as I am on
the way to a healthy body to stay
have a little check up, glad that you are here ………….
poem by Antonio Liao
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