Persuasive Gift
live me in every midst, capture the tongue
that thirst and be the speechless voice of myself,
where my purest heart renew my simple beginning
of serving your own way
let every feather capture every wind in the blue
sky; carried by its direction to fly and face every
hurdle that touches each wing, as it leads each day
to push my day to catch the morning dew
may my presence be the only note that pick in the
melody of songs you sing, for the flat and sharp
be the window to rest in your fuming fingers
show me the way to conquer like prophets and
wizards in the olden days and hold the carousel
of life, where you want me to play
make the day of today be in your songs of
tomorrow to hear from my lips of forever more in
your song and lead me to see the future of today
may this moment be the timeless touch of my
words to speak and ear to listen in your lasting
persuasive love ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Capture a Moment
To most people it may seem as if I’m standing still,
but I’m not, for I am just catching a moment.
Time may be endless, but life is not. So each moment
I live I try to capture it. Even if it is just a cold breeze pasting across my
face, or a smile from stranger. I hold it there for a moment in capture it
in the camera that’s my heart. For tomorrow is not promise so I live for today, and in this day I’ll be sure to capture a moment
Eloquent Quill
wish the time may change the twine of thane,
oh! wonderful star; the shooting star, please
wait, i want to see you through, touching the
ground and shout
come little voice, the quite moment sings the
Berry tree, as it blew the Cherry blossom leaves
in the midst sky of beautiful morning of Fuji, oh!
please make me strong as the Balboa tree of
Africa, waiting the coming dried season of each
year for you to see, my strong leaves
ink the beautiful feather of quill in your everlasting
heart forever my eloquent mind of today, lay all the
truth the essence of this wonderful memory of
history, alas! it comes again, for this hour leave
something that lead us to remember the passing
horizon of what is yesterday's a far
my words may come again like precious jewels
touching the hair in the forehead of each heart and
it will never be returned to the ground, nay last for
a lifetime to hold in your shinning hands, for it all
will just lost and leave in the foresight of every
man's eyes and capture each soul to nemesis the
spirit of the returns
say the words and it will past, and as you capture
the presence, the beautiful essence of you lives in
your lasting memory of today, live the eloquent
heart and the incense of quill perfume your destiny
i stand my future, spirit of the quill.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Cleft chain swoon
We got the face
that never dies yet it fades
We love to talk than
to listen even all won't hear us
We make a noise and dance
without music for our
Heart bit to the rhythm of
the tune that we want too,
could it be the beginning
of being one with the
World we live or the dying
tune of the melody our
soul cherries
leave me something
that I won't forget as you touch my
lips, tell what is on you that
I wouldn't understand for the
heart I conquer squeezes my head,
what makes then the
stream to flows when the river is dry,
have this strength
hold each nut, when the husk
is broken
oh! Capture my entity …
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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Pour out rain in my eye
life remain a constant change, as the clock
move to each direction of the universe the
moment has come to shift my unrevealing,
realization of where to go
as the wavering fly of the seagull, capture the
turmoil of wave beneath the murmuring blue
ocean of the Pacific, lies the beginning of the
forgivable dream of reality
let my delight of tomorrow witness the pieces
of today, make then the shadow of the past
hold the end of what will be the future of my
stay; never sap the timeless idyllic passion to
my wish, remember me till it sprouted to the
end
embrace my day, where you have started; fade
my fate to resemble the new dawning light, the
hug tells never cry, you have come just as you
have leaved my endless beginning, lost to
vanish forever
close my eye and let the rain wash the pain that
gnash my heart and soul of where to begin, but
i am still going to stay……..just believe me......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Smile.......
funny the day, that wait the child to live,
as the nipple complete the milk of the
a lip that touches thy mother arm
live for years in every beginning of a
mother lap, laughter echo in every corner
waiting of thy hug, feeling great a rendezvous
of tears of a hungry child in floored mess
grown to be adult and walk for a growth,
sing for the future and waited to come for
new beginning to live
listen before, as tomorrow is the direction of
life and today is the point of departure, always
see the fading day, all is just mute to touch and
walk the right path for you to be happy
remember the simple smile, the dear parent
says goodbye and always keep it up high, for
today is just a memory of smile, of what
tomorrow's everlasting memories of your smile
smile ….. though you’re heart is aching
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Smile the scented wind
let me be the wind that wash the tiding sea and sudden
the illusion of this day and capture your heart in the endless
beauty of your destiny
thou, the living blue ocean always bring, happiness and
as the trumpeter echo of my call, nothing has come to live in
your bountiful scented smile in the wind, my dear soul rest
oh! my admirable dear desire, my passion shadowed in your
wisdom of love, enduring the holocaust of pain as you walks
amidst my trembling heart, I restore to live beyond today
let me ask a little pardon, the humble beginning of my love,
that leads me to kiss my ignorance of being, that hold me to
push the reason, why forgiveness comes first to your mercy
I come thou, in the brightness of today, blinded that you
Will just a dew to believe the point to accept that all lewd
I to know the zeal that begin the idyllic time with me
may come the sea fished, the water in the dueling night
of the coming ocean blue light of tomorrow, for thou shall
my heart paddle my soul to rejoin; with the time to bring
the memory of you my wind beneath the angler hook of
today ….
tell my beloved One ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Don't just Walk.....
see the path, that’s the point to remember,
the timing persuade your body to hold up high
as the changing moment reset every time the
body move; let the head control every swing of
the arms and feet, be cautious and let the
prestige of your smile be the gesture of honor
of your well being
keep the facial mode reflected by the eyes that
looks to the ground, thou the chain forward the
holding stamina of the powerful lips, gear that
behold ear of every tongue that tell, wander
toward the breath of the nose, where the hair
watch the falling sweat embrace of words utter
for a sweet romance is the beginning of a
mutual indulgent of love
motionless push for a while and hold every
smile, the eternal harmony of melody between
focus, capsulate the intent of closeness and
unity of what meant to walk within the
boundary of hope and admiration, neither
behold the simple kiss; the touch is just but a
lasting lust of friendship
walk with dignity and hold on the simple step
of your feet, for the last hurdle is the beginning
of a faster walk my dear and the final line don't
wait for today, yet you’re almost near to follow
the leads
melt your strength and run......
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Road may wind.....
let the journey begin and the will finds
the righteous direction of wind propels the
future of thy soul, into the morning sky of
today
be the breezing wind gently flown to
the waiting dunes and back hurriedly to
the sweet home of wonderful beginning; a
riding wave of every fish of hook
show the prosperous journey, the clock
seems echo its waiting moment of time,
where the muddy road wishing to hold;
the suspended sky in your weary eyes, as
it say let me hold you in my tears
puzzled and troubled sweat laugh in the
trembling suite of your wonderful heart,
know not me; cause the pain but a laughter
hold me to gain your great victory in every
hand and dream we hold on
make me, believe that the sharp edge of
time leaves with me, until the bottom of the
sand of the sea capture the wisdom of being
free
i am lifting to stand by your blessed hand,
let me live for another day to stay.........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sing Me No Sad Songs
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
A Happy Song...
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
* * *
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
The flower that rainbow my life
dress in most graceful delightful mode, forward
in the altar, smile that capture my whole self, so true
and real, sweet as the melon in the dried land, thirst i
recount in my lips pour of moist. and i thank God
reveal the truth that in the night will always be
remembered, in the star i hang the lasting fading
touch my moment last forever, till the first child born
in the passing pain, laughter’s echo in the baptismal
pond, witness as the timeless age come to an end
now, growth touches our heart, where future await
the success and worship that last will win, wishing
every victory the prize of a big smile, leaving with no
pain though sweet and bitter gone in the courage to
stand
oh! what a mystery had always remind the heat in the
sun and catches every rain to cool the watery land,
forward little rain the rainbow you always have fun,
capture each beginning the gate of the arrow of the bow
will just come
wait and go, all is what makes you a better young man,
leaving the past with the a grandeurs of self emulation
you’re the man.................
poem by Antonio Liao
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006-Sing Me No Sad Songs
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
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Only You (Can Make My Heart Sing)
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Wasting ‘way days of the past
Wonderin’ where my life would go
So I worried ‘bout tomorrow
In a world so ready to blow
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Use to write songs for the deaf
Songs about my pain and strife
Songs of hate and of confusion
Living death while thinking it life
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Then you’re holy spirit within me
Taught me truth of today
And what your lovin’ means and why I am here
I’m to serve you with all of my heart with all of my mind through your spirit dear
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Now is the time I contend with
Writing every song for you
Praising you for all you have given
Believing in your word of truth
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you can make my heart sing
Yes, only you can make my heart sing
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Paint my Heart
dare
me not to shout
that I love you and gently hold
my tears in every
face of the air that fall to the
sacred ground
I live
a piece
of tender touch would, hurdle
the design of loneliness
I waited for
an ageless moment of passion;
looking to mint your
lovely face in
my dream
oh! mine, capture
my wisdom and settle
in the heart
that speak of happiness that
long to see and find
the rapture of where
I fall
endless
desire have loaded your songs
in my tears, even time
waits no more in your
existence …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Poet Garden
the sun will rise from the East and set
in the West; where all the beautiful birds
whisper and sing there harmonic melody
of praise, whistle that call to a memory
of today and live forever
see the sun flower sprouted like Lilies in
the garden of sweet meadow of Daffodils,
and the butterfly and bees love to taste its
sweeten gift of fruit of every days
beginning
look at the wind blew its magnificent
humid air; harbor the crystallized pebble
in the shore of history forever more, as
it wait the coming morn of tide, that
paddle into the deep blue ocean of where
its want to stay
the sky showers its rainbow, and the
clouds form a color that the heart can see,
listen my dear blue heaven, the journey of
each fly wait and touches the sky; let us
dream to a place where the eyes can’t see
and a heart that only feels the immortality
of life of eternity
let be our dreams hold a pen, and show the
wisdom of ever learning eyes of the
poet beginning up to the end ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Lull before the Storm
oh!
capture my wind
the heart that never fade, lessen
the mumble heart
of where it goes in the stream
of quite whisper catacomb
of Lilies fresh
in the midst of darkness evening of
sweet memories
secluded
time has come and catch the
pure and crystal bloom
of droplets in the
poison of fresh entity of leaving the
glory of the past; who
has now come to surrender to
a great quest of victory,
the lasting gift
of what is today’s life I conquer
forever
Camelot
of the knight view the
meadows of good tiding for the storm
has come nothing but to
give the precious rest of the golden
sword in the
rising sun …
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A Firefly that scatter the sky
saved the mother earth, and witness the glooming
sky, as its dawning morn invites to come; calling the
humming birds laid the sweeten humid morning
midst of the trunk it’s lay
yet! look up the proud birds sleeplessly watch the
roar of the blue sea, something they want to whisper
in our deaf ears that can’t say, with the sparkles of
the swing of branches, neither the harmony of
wonderful song gives hearty melody in the tips of our
dream of a lonely yesterday
come as the leaf invites every heart to dance and
touch every journey of volatile immortality of each
lips and wonder the genes offer to whistle our hope of
eternity
let it every paint color our dream of firefly in ages we
live and forward that hibernation to wake our lasting
beautiful light shine, in the dark; for tomorrow is the
day to beacon our memory of today
dismay may not display, the luck of disgrace in
every soul, for not the end will justify each limit of
surrender; nay the color of paint of the rainbow,
reflected in the sky will judge the beauty, but the hand
that curve the heart that guide the most profound
direction of the soul, leads the end to conquer the last
day of life
shine the rays of light of the firefly in you and lead
every heart to stay in sky ……. you have a purpose in
life
poem by Antonio Liao
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As the wind color our dream.....
waking is not the beginning of time, it’s the start of a
day; the end has just started another point, to a start, an
end to a new beginning of a wondeful and beautiful
moment of time
open up my eyes and waste no time to close, the day
has just started, and a glow of every memories never
return the passing moment of what was gone now, as it
has wondered each solitudes of time in the midst of
yesterday’s goodbye
such a dream, captured my past, dreaming to the
presence of my heart, pushing me to leave no cause to
surrender my day of what was yesterday’s gone,
happiness brought me to hold, to mirror of what was
the end, an end to scant and resolute the meaning of
you in my life
recollect my soul of the dream that i have to go, beneath
those vine of memories; cable my joy to reunite my joy
to the beginning of another moment to live in this
wonderful days of my existence, humble my dear heart to
rejuvenate the most exciting adventure of my moment
with you in my dream
passion as you takes the ruins of yesterday and brings
my beginning to stand with your wings of what the future
brings, the day of yesterday, is just a beginning of today
and the passing scene is what is to come for another day,
it’s today my dear
come take me to your rest and paint with your golden
brush the beginning of my life, always color as you’ll be
to sweeten the tomorrow's of today................
poem by Antonio Liao
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