Spy.....
Trust of what the message finds the meaning and settles down
the beginning of fear as the Thundering power blast of the
ground with gun and powder scatter in the air, the fulfilling aim
have achieve the end of every beginning, that’s the…..Spy
desire that brings gift of what it is created, working to find
the issue to reach of what is dream off, and reach of what offset
would be is the correct method of espionage rather than a works
of art entail ….Spy in the making
the world have done great eclipses of truth and as it goes beyond
the axis of its orbit of the media, the language has become the
enemy of time, where by the genuine hyperbole turn to a poetical
myth of books in historical dimension
lay what is unbreakable and stone the distance of the sun, the
glaring star wait the stone to fall into the universe display, and
dismay not the heart for the past is just the beginning of that will
be the turning tide of the next generation to live
worth is life where we are inn and prize the moment o where the
ends meets the point of waking up the past, as the future waits the
dawning truth of what is a Spy …..
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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Truth
Truth was there at the beginning of the beginning
Truth was there at beginning of the beginning of the beginning
What was true alone was there
And truth has persisted through the ages
Let change do whatever it can truth alone remains
Change has sprung from truth
For there was nothing else than truth
And change is its offspring
Or perhaps change is truth and truth was change
Change was at the beginning
Change was what is past
Change is what is now
Change is what will be in times to come
Change is Truth
Truth is Change
I welcome truth in every breath
Hail to thee Oh Death
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The lost Key
the air tells the wind when to fly, the stone
hold the mountain to stop and the night call
the darkness to shine the star above beyond
the universe, as envy entangle the galaxy
hangs on the heaven best of creation
watered me the distance of your heart and
push the every cloud near to my wondering
soul; the beginning of where the roots of
fading courage as it lose every glorious
moment of the past joy and happiness you
give
ever change the time that you'll with me in a
dream of reality, back then and try again
waiting not the magic of a real friend, may be
this is the time that love wouldn't end and
maybe it is you who'll take my heart
as you fill my life tonight, glows of darkness
flows in a dawning dream of every dreams,
an awakening stream of lonely years from
whom you want to hold ever more in every
moment of time, till love never ends
key my day and hold my heart......waiting the
season of moment to come and carried me
in your arm of forgiveness
poem by Antonio Liao
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Limelight Sight
off
the beginning of the end
the eyes will close
and the memory will linger on the
body language
of the soul,
the destiny is near and the end
of every beginning will start;
until the night comes closer to the curtain
of each wishing soul, eager to join the
parade of the whole
clouds that gallops the entire body
where silent will finds
the ears that
wait and easy to say amen
come reach the
highway of change and step beyond
where today is forever true
of the soul; rebuild the unending search
and stay with whom
your faith rise to find the lasting home
of eternity,
thou death comes prior
to what belief gives
take the whole
of what it brings to the soul, for nothing
than a simple offering
of incense perfume brings genuine
heart that gives
Life
poem by Antonio Liao
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Our questions and answers are in part determined by the historical tradition in which we find ourselves. We apprehend truth from our own source within the historical tradition. The content of our truth depends upon our appropriating the historical foundation. Our own power of generation lies in the rebirth of what has been handed down to us. If we do not wish to slip back, nothing must be forgotten; but if
philosophising is to be genuine our thoughts must arise from our own source. Hence all appropriation of tradition proceeds from the intentness of our own life. The more determinedly I exist, as myself, within the conditions of the time, the more clearly I shall hear the language of the past, the nearer I shall feel the glow of its life.
quote by Karl Jaspers
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Zero days the Zero hope
cosmetic and surgery twin the survival of the earth
it is the pain of the bleed that waits for a day to live in
this wonderful and beautiful world we live and stay
an unforgettable memory joust the beginning of time,
the everything that once existed in a while and wild
have wondered the face of the universe, in a beginning
of pre-existed limbo
like a cosmic fall the doomsday has reach to the
cycle of eternity, the 13th Bactun of the Maya empire
whisper the wind to hide; seem every minute, moment
is vying to settle in the most horrified destiny
as the day becomes the end of each beginning of our
celebration of creation, the harmonic dictum of
life return to its fold of history, the anniversary of life
has come to dawn
welcome the future anniversary of creation, the
never ending day of return, the rays has vessel the soul
to the ocean of eternity; a happy moment of our stay
forever and ever, Amen
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Beginning and The End
The beginning and the end
Every moment the beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
Every thought the beginning end the end
Every feeling the beginning and the end
Every choice the beginning and the end
Every action he beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end
Always together the beginning and the end
Nothing separates the beginning and the end
It is all one the beginning and the end
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On the Flipside
out of the dust
create something that
lives forever
to be free; a breathless creation
that leads to dominium
and worth to die,
thou the prize endlessly provoke
to open heart
just to live and paved
each pride
to fade
staple my desire to discomfort
of waste of time
believing that something makes
every life may enjoy
the wisdom of happiness
leaving behind
of what leads to flame
the essence of
existence
step in the limelight of perfection
I left nothing than a
dream to tucked away the
beginning of what style
guide me to reach
your ideal Love,
take the way where I begin and lie
down the armor
of wisdom to follow
you’re Will
time comes in the presence
of my youth, dismay by own desire
of lust, find and pull off
each day of moment to fulfill the given
destiny,
until death caught
the vagueness of Life
savour your Time.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Parallels
(squire)
When youve tried most everything and nothings taking you higher.
When you come to realize, youve been playing with fire.
Hear me when I say to you, its really down to your heart.
Its the beginning of a new love in sight.
Youve got the way to make it all happen.
Set it spinning turning roundabout.
Create a new dimension.
When we are winning we can stop and shout
Making love towards perfection.
Ive been all around the world and seen so many faces.
Young and old a story told, filling in my spaces.
Now without a trce of doubt I feel it every hour.
Its the beginning of a new love inside.
Could be an ever opening flower.
No hesitation when were all about
To build a shining tower.
No explanations, need to work it out.
You know weve got the power.
Parallel our sights.
And we will find, that we, we need, to be, where we, belong.
Parallel our heights
Display our rights, and wrongs, and always keep it--strong.
Its the beginning of a new love in sight.
Could be an ever opening flower.
No explanations, need to work it out.
You know weve got the power.
Its the beginning of a new love inside.
Youve got the way to make it all happen.
Set it spinning turning roundabout.
Create a new dimension.
When we are winning we can stop and shout
Making love towards perfection.
song performed by by Yes
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Unchanging Love
a moment to remember last in a life time, as hope anchor
from our destiny, you will always be part of me and i will
be in your dream forever of your life
gone are the past, forward and rewind the endless
journey to know the reason, the value that every heart calls,
meant to grasp the essence of the altar of ' I do ', the promise
and candle melted witness the solemnity of that moment has
come to unfold the beginning of our unending passion of
loving each other forever
you are the everything, the picture of every dream, the
energy that hold me to pursue, to step forward with out fear
of living; you always there to lend me your palm to conquer
those little star in the sky, you're the meaning of my
emptiness, a search of a miracle of this changing world i live,
all has come to ride in the pendulum of time, and learn to be
strong to face life constantly with the hope and a prayer that
we can do it, together again
as the moment meet the beginning of our lives the
heart and the days comes to a year of passionate sharing of
what we want to be of what is today, believing that fear obey
our command and cease the sweat have gone, leaving all the
weakness and accept each yoke we possess
never change, always forward the love you hold, leaves
you no more to the failure of your future, the unchanging hands
in the altar you said ' I will ' now join you to do, the beginning
of time
' learn to surrender, give everything, and unite each strength for
the step is full of sweat waiting to taste every sweet of your
success '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Blazer of Blades
accept all the pain, ready to surf the horizon of infinity
of life, always on the go, forward of what will be the best
to come, just be strong of whom you believe, who you are
is all in you in the aspect of life
it’s the steps that you walk will brings your limit, its your
stamina that tells you what to do, be wise and mighty for
each day is the arena of reality, for in every move is a
judgments to see
as we go we fall as you fall we grow, that’s what we
created for, the life you always live is the life we always
give it is, in exploring within us that you learn the
pathways to what you will become to be, life has no
blueprint, we are almost at the end, where another
beginning is to start
always looks the past for in every memory it takes is
a step that guides you to reach the future, it is not the
steps that matter in your way it’s the will to do, whether
you have fall down many times or you achieved your goal
the best of yours of doing is the best you can offered to
God who lifted you high, it is here that knowing the
meaning of what is life everlasting is then the true essence
of your existence
poem by Antonio Liao
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Turn To Stone
The city streets are empty now the lights dont shine no more
And so the songs are way down low turning turning turning
A sound that flows into my mind the echoes of the daylight
Of everything that is alive in my blue world
I turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you comin home, I cant go on.
The dying embers of the night a fire that slowly fades till dawn
Still glow upon the wall so bright burning burning burning
The tired streets that hide away from here to everywhere they go
Roll past my door into the day in my blue world
I turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you comin home, I cant go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
Yes, Im turnin to stone cos you aint comin home.
Why you aint comin home if Im turnin to stone?
Youve been gone for so long and I cant carry on,
Yes, Im turnin, Im turnin, Im turnin to stone.
The dancing shadows on the wall the two-step in the hall
Are all I see since youve been gone turning turning turning
Through all I sit here and I wait I turn to stone I turn to stone
You will return again some day to my blue world
I turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you comin home, I cant go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
I turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you comin home, I cant go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone, I turn to stone.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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You can dream too
as creation shadow the past, reality becomes so
revealing to felt, the journey is sensing the end, the
start of a new and wonderful dimension of life
if the things you love most wonder in your midst, like
magic then the different is so intense than loosing your
own, senses in a most wandering things happened in
your life
life is made and level in many degrees, thats the
dimension we are created, it is like bubble that floats
in the midst air, and exploded when time will come
a matter of something that gives us the real meaning
of our existence, the essence of why, we, the you and
me have to grow in the most respected ways in this
given paradise
what then I, in any of your dream, do I existed in your
dimension, or just a pattern of footprints that the memories
of yesteryears remember me for you I am in love
may the love of the creator, wonder the dimension of
barrer, we build, and may those, barrier makes us
free, to reach our dreams to fulfill our destiny
then, let this be the beginning that, the dimensional level
you and me attain be the Parousia, where our spirit lifted to
the most high and receive the merit to step the unknown
of another dimension of life
.....Life is like a Dream.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Lime of a new Beginning
each has its own time, to believe of what is tomorrow
to live, a turning point of one's own beginning where, God
the most high respected the outcome, for it is the only honor
of your humble respect
lost in the dark, waited the dawn to shine, the
unwavering butterfly wish to touch the magnefico of
the sweet petal, humming like bees in the celebrity of great
feast day in the honey comb where, everybody sleep the
tenderness of night and enjoy the full of memory of
happiness
the meaning, the answer of every dream; the bits and
pieces of what is today, the lime of every drink that free us
from a great surrender of one's call, to pursue, even it hurt
to the wish of uncertain end, as the elements of any courage,
to forward each fate with out faith in sanctity of an angel of
light, the hope that begin with no illusion of what was the
past
you may be not the styles idol of the house, but the
pedestal of the wall that brings the house to become a home,
make the best for you for what last forever is the years
together, the past of today that leads the way to lay your
bottomless heart in every moment of countless days gone
by
let the battle begin, my heart is open and my hand waited to
bring my empty shield to the pedestal of your honest love,
await my humble soul to hold the victory, of your prize, for
winning is the beginning of achieving the flame of history
with you....i will
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Beginning Of Philosophy
i agree
and that will be completely
that the beginning of
philosophy is wonder,
that the beginning of wisdom
is not the fear of God
but love
that the beginning of poetry
is feeling
one that you cannot speak about
frontally
or directly because what is obvious
loses the meaning of
its truth
that what i feel sometimes may all
be too disturbing
to you and so here i am
in the world of metaphors
masking
if only to reveal the true face of
myself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pieces of Ages of Time
ages of time, cease nothing than a day in the
sun, night comes after the day as the rain pour out
from the sky, always find the shelter of droplets of
pebble in the running stream and each day will
become the turning point of your existence
joy and pain twin your destiny, the beginning of
your stay, is nothing but a rainbow of the shadow
in every swing of the wind in the tree, never be
afraid to walk; all are just a paddle of where your
step will be free; be the start to play and God will
lead each day for you to choose the perfect way
as the ages collapse and the dawn is waiting, sweat
tears started to fall into the ground, all wanted
to call and a little prayer whisper in lips devour, the
venue has started to swing hiding the treasure, you
have been belong
moist all the pages of your life, as the towering
dream of aspiration will come like lightning in the
midst of a sunny day, thundering volt shower in the
desert sun of hope, where a dunes of sand turn into
a golden spring in your life
forward, the end wouldn’t stop the pain of the past,
it settles down to a great stay and lives the chances to
change into a powerful new self to live........
poem by Antonio Liao
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Time Waits
TIme gave me a window to be here
Time made me some space
Allowed me... entry
Blink, children have grown
They're on their own
Years, swift as a day
Before you know
Go blazing away
(Chorus)
I'll live like forever is now
Because time waits for no one
And tomorrow just may not come 'round
Because time waits for no one
When we're gone
Only love goes on
Time, its seamless illusion seduced me
Time, to show me the ropes
Enticed me
To waste it
But truth is much better seen
Within our dreams
Life's infinite thread
Unraveling
Then starting again...
(Repeat chorus)
(chants) Time waits for no one it all seems to happen
so fast (Time won't wait, oh no)
No end, no beginning.I'll live like each moment's
the last (Time won't wait, oh no)
Just when it's over the journey has merely begun
(Time won't wait, oh no)
No you, no me, in the end there is only the one
(Time won't wait, oh no)
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Gift
a living treasure that everybody wish, a pleasure
that each one desire to reach, an innate passion
that return where it belongs
leaving all alone is but a new way of knowing what
the world drifted the vessel of immortality of its
existence, nay apace the angels of heaven, but
elude the sting of what is death whose own
happiness shout the joy of what life had achieve
what is bought is not worth to receive, and what is
given is of everything to cherish the essence of a
gift, it’s a heart that gives and the spirit that receive
of nothingness to repay
priceless recompense makes the whole world see
the value of what is given, a gift that never tells the
head and only the heart that feels the wonderful
spirit of acceptance every souls remised
take it, for a gift is a gift unless it is freely shared to
any one who believes that life is a gift to salute
the beginning of what is the origin of everything, a
venue to live that life is gift to give until it leaves
nothing to remember
that you are what you are, who exist......amongst
every lives TODAY
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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I Believe In You.... Dear
life is full of meaning that only you and i can tell
everything we share and take, is just but a memories
to remember, that we have partake, the pain and joy is
an experienced of life, a thing to ponder, that we live
is not a journey of lossing oneself but a giving of the best
in you, in giving we learn to live again
life has no contenment it is in our heart that makes it
satisfying to live, for in dying oneself we learn that giving is
something most value of what our soul cherish, our heart desire
to live of what is love, but only in giving that we die
life desire the best to live, for in you, i learn to die, a painful life
encounter of my soul, it is in giving of what is dying that the
meaning of existence is dying the most value in you
your not an angel that i forsake, not even God whom i adore,
nor the master of myself that i respect, or a designer of my
destiny, yet your the wisdom of time that makes me what i am
life that i live with you, is but a searcher of who iam in you, in the
universe, in the moment of time where i exist, your something
that my soul can't resist......
a light that transcent beyond my sight
a sky that i can reach and touch
a horizon of rays that only i can feel
a beauty that flows within my soul
a wisdom that only you can whisper in my heart
a voice of en endless time that tells me that i am not alone
life we take in our journey to the beyond time, is wonderful, and the
answer of fate we meet is a beginning of our unending committment
to live where it ends
poem by Antonio Liao
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