Returning Home
pages of time has turn to an end, like a pattern
of design accolades the signature of perfection
as it signal its trumpets that the finishing line
of the race is over
scroll down the salutation of honor, prestige,
and power, all hunt the table of prizes, where
the alluring faces lay down its head to the
wisher of the ages
let the sky witness the clouds that floats
encompasses the direction of the wind, going
beyond the heaven, believing that the night
may come in the halo of the day
all what we have only is a delay of that
moment to come, knocking at the doorstep of
the limbo of darkness of eternal home, for the
eternal truth leaves no regret in the dunes of the
sand harbor in the shadow of infinite lasting
memory of rest
leave nothing for we came nothing to remember
of our journey, the voiceless soul goes in the
pedestal of the living, a haven for us to live
forever ……..
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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'
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Pondering My Real Home
At home is where I long to be, up in Heaven, through eternity,
Far above the celestial dome, in Heaven, up in my real home,
In that Mansion prepared for me, right beside the Crystal Sea,
Only passing through this place, going home by God's Grace.
I'm currently here in God's design, living life in temporal time,
But, while on this present earth, I experienced a spiritual birth,
Born Again, by The Spirit of God, given direction on this sod,
His new direction and destiny, that points me well into eternity.
Given, by Christ, a new heart, on God's agenda, until I depart,
Working for God here on earth, in His service of eternal worth,
Looking ahead to Heaven friend, as this life comes to an end,
With a beginning beyond this world, in an eternity yet unfurled.
Although I long to be home, still here I remain, yet not to roam,
But to be used in my earthly life, in the service of Jesus Christ,
To be a witness and a herald, of Good News, into all the world,
Sharing God's Truth of salvation, with all men in this generation.
With my journey directed by, my Lord God, Who reigns on high,
Directing my path as He chooses, as my life for Christ He uses,
While longing for home, I impart, God's Gospel, before I depart,
To be with God forevermore, in a home upon that Eternal Shore.
(Copyright ©11/2012)
Ride with the Angel wings
you can choose to die in many ways,
but not life to die in eternity, the cascading
truth of perfection, Lies in the absent of
wisdom in believing the eternal words of
God
transcend my ways in the light of hymn
for the melody have power my ride like a
wagon of grace fuel to the destiny of forever
time, a lasting memory of between you and
me, dear God
touch dear angel, the humble soul turn
to purple of heart for your great ride, make
my day wonderful, soon the dream of passing
day finally woken the best of the best things
happen in me, drugging the angel speed as I
catch the wings ride for free
the pace have going to turn back home, just
woke me up until the morning sun, rise in
the East …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Accolade Syndrome
wrap in golden coated and commonly
shown in every occasion, but rarely be
touched by any men, for each piece belong
to somebody whom everybody knows
praise comes in any direction, that day
remembered only the night not on the value
of feasting; neither the star shine nor off,
the morning becomes the day to die for honor
high esteem of courage live again to the
pedestal of dominion believing that all has
to vow before the Lord thy God, yet coated
with pride and greed the rain comes earlier
than tomorrow
wisdom reshuffle for power, wasting
the time with collision, forgetting that still
the branches has to hatch the egg, blinded
with faith drunk with prestige and honor
settle me down Lord and hit me with pain
for suffering is a feast to remember that I
am just only a man...
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Fish don't eat on Saturday
swim the crystal clear of fresh water,
eat the purest smooth of food and breathe
the Lasting oxygen of eternal life, as the fin
guide the righteous direction of hope and
peace to where the heavenly home await
gently swim toward the horizon of nowhere
to rest, yet! It never stop where it begin, thou
the turmoil of stream, passage the tunnel of
temptation every force leaves no excuse in
every force the fish live
a little breathe takes a lifetime hope of
Eternal reward, the endless desire of human
soul, rest the entire race of salvation of men;
window in the nature of lifelong survival,
always find time for the Lord to listen, like the
wings of the bird look a resting place
to nestle to breed and smell the harmony of its
journey, till the end waits the beginning of
growth the day never waits the dawn to come
fin find to move fast, whereby dirt always the
path to see fresh lasting life to live freely in
next afterlife …
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Great Someone
leave me not on the hope of believing the
genuine heart of waiting sober the stone
of doubt, where the flaming stone of
passion, engulf the capture soul for eternal
rendition
oh! great wisdom you’ve take, may the
spirit adoration of face come the iniquity
of surrender shower the wonder of your
beauty and let the lasting glory of
cascading gesture blend its eternal destiny
of dark night path walk
come dine with me on the table of forever
pure and breath the idyllic harmony of joy;
for each beginning thirst; waits a great
somewhere, who listen beyond every
breathe of an endless voice
alas! a great someone in the great
somewhere leave not my life for
nothingness, the doom of precious blood
had save the joy of life reborn the heaven
of eternal life
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Lotus Bloom
oh! hyacinth of ever fragrance, settle
my closeness of the night, touch me the
essence of the heart and offer the vagueness
of a simple reality of the eyes
lay me in the bedrock of the deepest
water, lead the stream of thirst into the
fountain of your lasting beauty and
dream the idyllic presence of my request
endless passion makes the heaven
happy, join the butterfly to cool inside the
womb of the petal; the sweeten juice of joy
hibernate the immune breath of the
paradise valley
make the best out of the rest that sleep
amidst the chaotic sphere of survival; a
great trunk blew in the lightning humid
dunes of the sand, where my memory is
part of your eternal quest
now you had grown.like a beautiful lady,
wish by every stream of fresh air, offer by a
new wind to floats in a landscape of what is
a blooming perfume of a simple Lotus free
smile, every floats of Lotus and smell the
fragrance of perfume in your way …..
Aon
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Dunes
oh! man. remember the day when you are born, the sky that
twinkle in your eyes, as the sea breeze, in the dunes of sand,
tranquil, in the luminous pavement of water beneath your
mother's tear
you have chatter the fears of death, of which the stings of pain,
labour in the weary sweat of your father hand has come to sprout
like orchards green of graves in the blue sky in your mother
dream
a dunes, that whisper the cool olive oil in the green leaves of
summer in the meadow of oasis of desert from the storm in the,
night of the skies, waiting to capture the smiling faces of your
loved father and mother cribs
like a cheddar, full of tasted cream of cheese, in every tongue,
awaits to capture the aroma of judgment in our hearts, so
especial, that every wind calls our spirit to mingle every direction
it brings
each pieces of sand, leads us to a place, where the emptied
soul, find its meaning of being one in the darkness of uncertainty
a call for, to follow the segment of our life in the course of nature
tranquility
life is what we make it, a wind that redirect us to focus ourselves,
the dunes of where we have to follow, where the cooled wind,
will brings to the sea of life everlasting
' let the dunes be, a dunes to other in the great blue ocean of God'
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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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Healing Part Ii
Where you are going
You cannot take your body
You are on a journey,
The baggage is too heavy
You can leave your legs behind you,
You will learn to fly
You can leave your arms behind you,
You will touch the sky
You can leave your head behind you,
You are thought itself
You can leave the rest behind you,
You are breath itself
Now you are naked,
Theres no one here to judge you
See the clear light
Shining high above you
Then youre floating in the silence,
You are not alone
For the power of your being
Keeps you flowing on
Look upon yourself
Only with compassion
Strip away the shell
Hiding your perfection
Though your past was full of darkness,
Now the past is gone
And your life is starting over
When its just begun
Now you are whole,
Dont you recognize it
Towering eternal
Behind the troubled thoughts that hide it
Though at times it seems so distant,
It is always there
When you need its peace and power,
You will know its here
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Earth's Eternity
Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:
But hath it nothing of eternal kin?
No majesty that shall not pass away?
No soul of greatness springing up within?
Thought marks without hoar shadows of sublime,
Pictures of power, which if not doomed to win
Eternity, stand laughing at old Time
For ages: in the grand ancestral line
Of things eternal, mounting to divine,
I read Magnificence where ages pay
Worship like conquered foes to the Apennine,
Because they could not conquer. There sits Day
Too high for Night to come at--mountains shine,
Outpeering Time, too lofty for decay.
poem by John Clare
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A Race Already Won
We’re in a race already won, in the race we daily run,
It is the race we call life, won for us by Jesus Christ,
A race we run so many ways, living out all our days,
Racing upon this earth, for a crown of Eternal worth.
As we run for that prize, in this race, we fix our eyes,
On The Author of our faith, guiding us by His Grace,
For as we live this daily life, we run into undue strife,
Difficulties along our way, we go through every day.
We remember as we run, that the race has been won,
For this Truth we receive, when, in Christ, we believe,
Our Lord, in Who we trust, won this race for all of us,
When He finished at Calvary, providing to us Victory.
So when we run into a test, in our Lord, we shall rest,
As we are in God’s Hand, when we don’t understand,
So in the midst of the race, we simply seek His face,
Then He gives to us peace, as we run doesn’t cease.
Anyone today can choose, this race, they can’t lose,
The race that’s been won, by Jesus, God’s own Son,
And to Him alone we raise, as a victor, eternal praise,
As we gain Eternal Life, in this race with Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©01/2010)
Here And Now
As the light continues to go out, we need to be vigilant, not pout,
Or get angry about a dark time, as this isn’t for us, God’s design,
For that window soon may close, for God to use those He chose,
As God’s Light to pierce the dark, or used by Him as just a spark.
That spark that others may need, when The Truth is what we heed,
Letting the Spirit to channel concern, while others listen and learn,
To The Truth, God has taught us, as His Spirit we follow and trust,
Living our days solely for Him, as His Light in the darkness of sin.
There is plenty to get angry about, but, The Truth we must get out,
While things get darker my friend, for we are approaching the end,
The end of the time we live in, to share the Truth we’ve been given,
Being Christ’s Light of this world, His Truth is what we must herald.
Not man’s empty ways anymore, but, Truth that leads to The Door,
With that Door being Jesus Christ, Who offers all men Eternal Life,
Where darkness won’t have a part, when from this earth we depart,
To reign forever with the only King, who rules far above everything.
So as dark men seem to prevail, it’s The Eternal King, who we hail,
Who will cause darkness to cease, as He brings us Eternal Peace,
And our only duty here and now, isn’t to know every why and how,
But, point lost men to the place, so God’s Truth they too embrace.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
Bible
oh! fountain of eternal life,
source of line link the immortal soul
of infinite love, come and live
the flourishing
honeycomb of destiny’s end
bewilder the fire of Hades, a
flame that consume the lingering
flesh of thy soul and empty the bucket of
grace for mercy, the end
induce the lasting gnashing of
teeth in the wildest
call of rest, indulge and kept the beginning,
until the sting lapse forever
oh! Words of wonderful sight
see the immortal speed of the light
and ask the flower the scented perfume
of memory of the heart,
and make the flesh conquers the fitting sun
of rise to death, as I offer to
live and die
fresh the sweet fall of awakening
risen soul to
live …
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Home Above
Home is not this earth for us, for soon we’ll be with Christ Jesus,
With Him in our Heavenly abode, at the end of our temporal road.
A place He prepared for those, who truly believe the Savior rose,
And this home is for all eternity, where with Christ we’ll forever be.
Until then, we shall live for God, as pilgrims upon this earthly sod,
Living for The Lord in The Light, in this world where wrong is right.
As we journey, in this dark place, through the power of His Grace,
Pointing all men to Eternal Life, through God’s Son, Jesus Christ.
Told by Christ to feed His sheep, this as this world is fast asleep,
So together more can behold, God’s Shepherd of an eternal fold.
We’re given by Him eternal hope, helping us in this world to cope,
Not to focus only down here, but, on Christ, whose return is near.
We, who are like sheep going astray, need to be ready every day,
For the return of Christ, our Lord, who’s now standing at the door,
The door of each believing heart, who from earth will soon depart,
To be where we’re meant to be, with our Savior forever, in eternity.
Soon He’ll come for all His own, to take us to our Heavenly home,
When in the twinkling of an eye, we’ll meet Christ Jesus in the sky.
When we hear the trumpet sound, here on earth we’ll not be found,
As we’re gathered in the clouds, with many other heavenly crowds.
(Copyright ©03/2008)
To Know God’s Truth
It’s so nice to know God’s Truth, when foundations crumble and fall,
With God’s Word as the proof, The Eternal Rock will be sure and tall.
Those foundations built by man, though standing now shaky at best,
In the light of the Lord’s eternal plan, will not ever survive God’s Test.
Only God’s Eternal Rock of Ages, will stand through the test of time,
Surpassing the financial sages, standing tall in God’s Eternal design.
Soon that Rock shall come to earth, a rock cut without human hands,
That Only Rock of Eternal Worth, shall affect forever all of the lands.
A real shocking blow to all mankind, affecting every land and empire,
Every person who’s left behind, ignoring the only power much higher,
The Sovereign Lord of every nation, now reigning with an eternal plan,
Informing all through Revelation, about His love and concern for man.
But, the case with many a land, pointing to people, that dwell in them,
They choose to not understand, and so by God, shall be condemned.
Condemned as they would not believe, the message of His Salvation,
For in His message they would receive, Truth revealed to every nation.
And it is so nice to know that Truth, with all that is befalling this world,
Protected from God’s strong reproof, as from Heaven wrath is hurled,
Truly safe in The Everlasting Rock, from God’s wrath, that is to come,
God’s Capstone of Eternal Stock, the Lord Jesus, God’s Eternal Son.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
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 ….
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Park 'n go
as life lives in a part of profane world, the immortality of
soul, struggle the sting of death, in a boundless, limit of
earthly pleasure
like a crystal dropp of sweat, drain in every veins that
gives, each strength the mighty force to carry the weight
beyond its loads of flesh to reach where the soul sprouted
like Lilies of joy in my immortality of soul
life as we take is but, a journey of happiness, waiting where
the final destination it brings, for every life experienced lives
a memory to hold until, life comes to an end, of where it is just
a park and go as it would tell
make each moment to remember, for anything it would bring
is the one that the heart will live, until in heaven it depart, let
the wisdom of time comes, to see the dawning days that
my soul leaves my human body, for thy eternity cloth me, the
day of immortality where a continuous life of an endless free
all will come to witness, that everything in heaven and on earth
will come to an end, for the endless beginning, is the perfection
of creation that, the supreme Lord of the universe, reveals the
completeness light of eternity
as mankind, come and go, park 'n go, the universe has just leads
us to the right direction of where, the path of salvation await our
soul to live.... a final destination with God
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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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Eternal
like stars falling
from an unknown sky,
tiny sparks that explode
and are lost forever
in the never ending darkness....
ghost ships sailing
on uncharted seas...
with no destination,
and no way home.
mountains that rise
to stand for an infinite moment,
and then are lost in
pages of history long forgotten....
we live our lives!
too often unaware, ungrateful,
to self-indulged to see,
to taste, to touch, to feel;
to do anything that makes a difference,
to leave anything in our passing
that's eternal!
stars falling
from an unknown sky...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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