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
poem by Antonio Liao
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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...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Medicine of the Soul
oh!
angels of everlasting
time,
behold the words
that always kept thy words
eternally fuse
in my heart, choice not on
to end each mouth and let the lips
whisper the truth
of wisdom, be carried for a million years
Jerk may come
in all my knees, until the wizard I
pray leads my stone to rest,
mine is the
waiting game the prize that gear
my hope to a sudden
stay of life
regret not and, let me scum my lasting memory
with my beloved one
I am awake
humid my breathe of the words,
unspoken to my heart
and feel the tiding salvation I wait
of fearless spear
into my soul, of where
my life survive with a promise
of what life may turn
to dust, the
dunes of heaven best
I belong
let every fume
shower
my whole self and lock me
to the fine welcome
of my lasting soul
of humility,
there I cry till I‘ll be going for endless stay
vividly the falling
leaves always refresh my tears with thee,
and let every words of eternity leads my soul to flee ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Slash me out to go.......
hold your yes that tears, as i capture the halos
of the wind in my sand bag dust, please return
once more in my navel face where narrow unfold
story have i stay
weight my perfume and kiss my tears away,
knocking the doorstep of the window of my spirit
that force me to live, wait me up then. and lewd
me in the sole searching of my soul the
rendezvous of my stint, still swept me off, but yet!
wait me no more in my bosom heart my strength i
own
i leave no regret; as you come, i return as you
leave my deepest affection of my heart, showering
the plateau of my patience as you wept my tears in
my check, touching me, the shadow of my drifted
joy of your palm of tomorrows memories
as you come, holding the stream of hope, never
fade as it was, lurk the certainty of the coming;
willing to hypnotize the moment of the idyllic past
to see me change, you’ve been waiting for, you hold
me in a precious eyelid of tiding happiness of a
broken puzzle of chances of time, where i’ve seen
to rest
now, you’ll always in the edge of the surfing wind,
and ready to go, let the scene of the broken past
remembered of what was today in the isles of
the future ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Death, promise a sweet goodbye
if i will die the heaven wish is to cry,
the world will always remember the lasting peace
i've give and the honest wreath of the heart will bloom
as the golden sky lapses my coffin
with a simple cry
as the journey comes away a long step
to go, the soul wait a sudden clicks with outmost
respect of angels; waving the horizon of waiting,
knowing that you will
pass bye
make the best of the tears that fall, the
beloved will only stay for a while and walk a million
miles, fading as each steps, wondered every drops of
tears, melted in the scented candle of memory, away
from the beloved dear where you want
to stay lastingly
sleep, the time is not me to hold, but yet!
the daylight leads me to close, as the smile in your face
color me to say a sweet goodbye.....
lead me Lord to your kingdom.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Just say thank you......
don’t wait for honor it only cause despair, as the
cloud wait no rain, the rainbow shows no gain, let
only faith lives in you and everything find you
easy for the grass grow leaves no pain in the soil,
and find its grain
as the sun looks the ocean blue, the heaven
please to see it glow, and nothing waste even a
single day; the bedrock has want it to say, let the
sand dance for the current flow as the fish laugh
for you to go
live my bosom heart and fall as it goes us not, in
the thundering voice my hidden soul has nut, show
me the righteous way, dump like a crystal bowl my
destined heart and tears fall down in my heavy
lap
wait and fade me not in the palm hand you say, i
will be glad, hear me my soul and wake me up in the
dungeon of oracle i will not be fat, hail me to the
ground and steadfastly i listen, come and be in
your way for you should have to stay
come wait for nothing and you'll be glad, not the
night fall that calls you to lie down in ground, leads
the soul to fool
poem by Antonio Liao
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Tears of the Greatest
oh! tears, holy are you who comes to my emptiness, of
where ever I go, you have been the mirror of what I am
true today who brings me tomorrow, and always in my
midst and night stay in my bedside play, until the last
minute of my last day, says a goodbye
you swift my deep slumber, hugging what I feel and
express in your honest tears, where the inner passion
of feeling resemble in my immortal soul, everything
desire the joy and the pain my heart adore
touch me, squeezes and grips my whole heart that grief,
leave me alone in the shadow of the wilderness and hold
me not to accept my triumphant happiness, where every
teardrops tell the meaning of myself, give me the
wisdom to hold the past and the memories that takes so
fast
now that i'm in your side, where do I go from here, where
should my loving feeling subdue when you did come
always to my way, you who have been in the path I’ve go,
believe that you will be with me until it last for a lifetime,
leaving the end of the day and longing to live in the end time
life wait me not, the tears I give it up, take me to live in
your loving mortal eye, will I’ve stay, look I'm always in your
way, sheltering the feeling of what you believe, shows
me of what is life is all about, for in every tears it fall there
is always a call and your heart I know is full
let my tears come and go, I waited you for me to show,
happiness and failure you wanted me to cried, for in every
teardrops you fall my heart leads you know, that my eyes
want you stay in every way I go, for in my journey, my tears
becomes in me……
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Can't Wait
Turned the page, Between the lines
I could read it so clearly
And every word, So defined
Turned my heart to weary.
Pressed against, An ear to wall
Everyone kept on racing
My mind was closed, My eyes were shut
But i could feel my body pacing.
I think i'm falling
I think i'm falling
I cant wait to be back home
A feeling you will never know
I cant wait to be alone
It seems like it was so long ago.
All this time, From day to day
The minutes pass, Your still waiting
I bear the pain, The final frown
Constantly still knocking.
Everything is so obscure
Its hard to tell but im leaving
The thrill is gone, but afterall
If looks could kill im still breathing.
I think i'm falling
I think i'm falling
I cant wait to be back home
A feeling you will never know
I cant wait to be alone
It seems like it was so long ago.
I never knew
There were stranger shdes
Fading fast from night to day.
I never knew.
I cant wait to be back home
A feeling you will never know
I cant wait to be alone
It seems like it was so long ago.
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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Two Stones
a promise of unbroken chain wait to spark for an
end, the fears tremble in thy two hearts of stone, the
waited is staying, crying soul hunger to slash, till the
breathe conquers no return in the lifeless bodies
brings
sweat fall to the ground, of no want to brings it back
to the head that fall, shame brighten and frighten the
glow of every eyes, dumb to speak only a words of
hurtful goodbye, pale reach out the sky and the lips
cried so loud where nobody looks to be
a scene of pendulum swings up to the sky and fall
down into the deepest sea of nowhere to found, the
returning day is over and nay! my sweet darling
drown to see forever they flew way
as i close the sweet memory and call that day to
come back, suite my cloths, ready to accept you; if
ever your heart promise to stay in my faded glory
mark, i will still love you again
limit brings no end, the destiny is yet! to walk and
the path seems no one knows the end of the dark,
waits no light to come, for the waiting is over and the
glow started to feel the wondering puzzle hearts
live me to the highest full and let me show you that,
even in the sky i will wait you forever, till then i die,
my love, my memory, and my wonder of life.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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If She Does Not Come Back
I have been waiting for her since my last poem
Maybe she has been delayed by this crazy wind of hopelessness
Snowed in by a false smile of nostalgia
There she is. Wet and frozen with a tired step
Bowed down with regret she is coming back into my life
No, I was wrong
The sigh seller
Is coming back from her midnight shift
On the Square of Lost Love
I will invite her to get wam in
My heart's warm home
Or maybe I will not
My heart is full of trepidation and pain
And I cannot receive her hardship
It is better if I wait
For the one from my last poem
She always comes back
She is my stork and swallow
Return ticket to my life
But what if she does not come back
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Egg cell in the Egg yoke
peace is what the heart wish, wanted to dream and unlash
the trembling dream to unify the daring struggle as the world
offer the newness of time; amidst the uncertainty of each
moment
stand beneath the golden ball of sun passing my eyelids of
fear, the glittering flame engulf my deep sleep in the middle
of the night, my dear love one soundly nap in my lap; listening
my sweet hymn of a wonderful goodbye; with a flashing of
lightning speed up my face i close
say i stop flashing my ball, stay my side, where I stare my
angry heart, wait i go and lay, never return with empty handed
of blood, catch the rolling fire in my hand its dry, as tear fall to
the ground and the grave leave no mercy, the darkness has come
without me, i am the total surrender of the flesh I love seeing
death in the soil you return
a game without a same, as you play, everybody gain the
glooming world to flame; the wonderful great light exploded in
the amazing world of misery as the end stop to begin and each
one never be the same, for today becomes the past to pray
open your heart again, listen the heart that sing in harmony
with a child that whisper the winning voice of great super power
of pain; remember that; like a wind the dust follows each
direction of no where to go, leaving the shadow of you in the
memory of the ray that always stay in the blooming flower of
a beautiful garden of creation
be a man of today, follow the wisdom of the heart and lead
the future of a wonderful sky to fly............
' stop, look and listen, nuclear super distribution is not the
answer of an angry world to live, open be a man of God,
lead the world of harmony of love '
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Willing Sacrifice
a decade will tell, the flower witness the agony, of
the horizons dawn call to settle down the tired body
that lay, as the wind blew to humble the dew in
every face subdue
my bones motioneless foretold the coming day
never recall, the tour goes untold, yet! my face
smile for another duo, even every beats lasting
to please on the oxygen refresh, what then i wait
in the shadow of the valley of death my soul
return
as the Lilies and the Daffodils wither, the
ice melted to the incense perfume; glitter my
heart call i will depart, leave not to dismay my
soul, poison my skin and all has gone to the
grave I am now entomb
passion my everlasting song, the witness of my
joy will live in the memory of memories of leaving
my day of gladness; resist my farewell and
humble my goodbye; remember the day of
tomorrow for my deepest signature lives in every
midst of every moment i leave
call me a brother to all as my step wait every
song i sing through out the end till everybody stay
in the wreath it display, for in the halo the angels
give and brings eternity to my final day with a new
beginning day to remember my lasting wish to
be happy
now, never be in my dream to leave my song
and my moon walks evolution, nay! tears fall down
to the ground and say again that i'll always be in your
heart and soul in special song of peace..... be in your
prayer..... I’ll be then gifted to the refreshing return to
the promise birth of heaven …. of my soul....
may you rest in peace my Brother Michael Jackson....
a point of lines...a tribute....dedicated to the greatest
King of the Pop of all time...........'Bro. Michael Jackson'
poem by Antonio Liao
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Wait And See
There you go looking cool,
Writing rules
For your theories of romance.
I know that you doubt me,
But without me
You'd be tearing off your one chance.
Wait and see,
This could be the last time for me.
Baby, just wait and see.
All the times
I came running back
Down the path of the least resistance.
I felt my body
Was just a hobby
For your heart's indifference.
Wait and see,
This could be the last time for me.
Now baby, can't you wait and see?
Just you wait and see.
Just you wait and see.
Wait and see.
I've been trapped by your innocence,
Haven't seen you since
You caught me, baby.
Shot down by the one I love,
Now I'm taking off
With the things you taught me.
Wait and see,
This could be the last time for me.
Now baby, can't you wait and see?
Just you wait and see.
Just you wait and see.
Wait and see.
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Water from the Dust
Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner
shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother
has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb
as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight,
unwavering pinnacle of a beautiful sunrise hover the cloudy sky
of victory of a little child born in the midst of a tiny clot of dust
in the moisture of hyacinth dew
perfect as the creator, mystery shade the pavement of
existence that life step forward to the destined heaven of the
highest most journey where, once all were citizen has fall and
will return; a returning home of joy and happiness of the
Father bosom arm
weak tells me the same, and the strength that i owe, invites
to come to know the direction, of one has to go and the
memory has gone; yoke of what is today, as the future fade
for everybody has to stay, that each end is just a only a dust in
the wondering water it surpass of stream to play
leave my breathe away, squander all the given moment of
the past, and never tell the soul that the dust comes from heart
leaves no direction forever more.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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How Old is my heart, how old?
How old is my heart, how old, how old is my heart,
and did I ever go forth with song when the morn was new?
I seem to have trod on many ways: I seem to have left
I know not how many homes; and to leave each
was still to leave a portion of mine own heart,
of my old heart whose life I had spent to make that home
and all I had was regret, and a memory.
So I sit and muse in this wayside harbour and wait
till I hear the gathering cry of the ancient winds and again
I must up and out and leave the members of the hearth
to crumble silently into white ash and dust,
and see the road stretch bare and pale before me: again
my garment and my house shall be the enveloping winds
and my heart be fill'd wholly with their old pitiless cry.
poem by Christopher John Brennan
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Take care of me Lord, i'm yours.......
Leave my soul down to the very beginning, where
I sprouted, whim what all I receive and let no one will
dump in my breath; I’m in a halo of every mercy
of your angel, the Alpha of my life
Stream go while as you stay, receive all the flow
of every dream, lighted all that melt for in your shadow
will come to an end, reflected in the every glow,
you’re the never ending stay; I waited you for so long,
the humble life, where you belong, by weightless soul
soon to go in the clouds I placidly return
Wait endlessly the paint I barrow, the brush I usually
do, brings my sorrow to the joy I dream to make
you happy, just a little moment or an hour the wheel
of the day color my work as I always wake; the step I
walk as you’ll be with me in the motionless body I lay
Sleep my darling soul, in a Big hand you sleep for a
moment of memories; all is a clay in the dust blown out
to a land where everybody, don’t understand, sudden
your hope and dried up your tears, all brings you to
believe the truth of what is in your hand
Slowly, so quickly everyone had to taste the working
Big hand, beneath our lining of lines, the existence of
The One beyond this time……. I trust in you Lord
“As every line dot in every ink, my Heart lifted high to
Ms. Merciditas C. Dampayla “ I dedicate this poem
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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Single Candle Light
The warm glow of a single candle flame
beckons a weary stranger there
to the bosom of a warm fire in
from the nighttime's cold.
A warm caring heart keeps the candle lit
to welcome back their love
from their long and lonely trek.
Each night they light the candle,
and sit waiting all alone,
hoping one night their love,
will glance on it
and return to their loving home.
The warm stretching finger
prods the darkness every night,
as it can be seen from miles away
across the empty prairie,
as they sit alone each night
by the warm fair light.
Hoping that their love will see its warm glow
and return to it and come home tonight
from their long and weary trek.
For years, the candle was lit,
but sadly, it shines no more.
Love broke the lonely heart
when they never came home.
Now all you can hear is a lonesome whistle
when the wind blows cold at night.
It has replaced that warm glow
of that single candle light.
poem by David Harris
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Wake me up, dear nurse......
a womb with in the womb of a mother's, a natural
habitat patiently waits the gift of life, the mystical
adventure of every man's soul in its journey into
the realm of certainty
in each bed you stay, waiting each minutes turn
into a day, and every moment you think welcome
the night and the haggle mind relieved only by the
calling of the nurse, in a single whispering harsh
voice, in the middle of the night
hello! please take this medicine and take your rest,
with humble dignified staunch you said to your
heart the nurse care for me, she is good, patiently
waking up until the dawn will turn to dark
breath and heart open to the soul it return and in
the dust it flew, never leave step that curse your
way, always call a helping hand that’s leads, in every
way, open in every breaking heart that hurt and show
forgiveness, to the one who say that I am the way, the
truth and the life
a call of nurse in a day, always lead every heart to
open in God wisdom as he lives in each life for a
healthy mind and body to stay, until time tell the
meaning of life......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Always Choose Life
even the world change and the sky break
its thundering goodbye, spirit yourself for a
great miracle; the wisdom of lasting journey,
for the changing time leaves nothing but an
everlasting hope of immortal maturity of life
learn to keep the faith, fade the past and
flourish, nay! turn back the loosing day, for
yesterday is but a passing sense in your heart
and a firefly of your future, to touch the
guiding star of the night
wait not to wear purple in your dream, the
time brings a glittering passion, of not
reaching the fancy of lingering poison of the
dark, nor a changing moist of the morning
dew; for the dawning light beats the old zeal
to the burning furnish of gift of love
yield! dear heart, and remember that the
spoon is set in the table for you; get out from
the dominion of hurts, life is never been tied
with knot of misery, just a little bow and a
respect of yourself, is what makes the
moment glad to share for a life time
as the days goes, miracle flows in thy heart
I love and love…..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Wrangell Mountain Song
Sunday, and it's raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven't seen the sun.
Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Three years from the war, settled down now.
I did my time and served my country well.
In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath the North Star,
And I just don't know a better way to feel.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
It's a quiet life out here among the mountains
in a cabin that was built with these two hands.
McCarthy lies asleep beside the glacier. It's colder now, winter's in the air.
If you think they're wild, it's just because they can't be broken,
it's a strong and gentle people living there.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
song performed by by John Denver
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