The last Garrison
the shadow
have cover me all the
rubble and soak
my brain in the dried land,
where can I cool myself
in the rainbow of dunes, as I leave
my trouble dream
to rest
trigger to jump
in the quest of the sand,
where my tears
call and shout for fear, let be
the end of my journey
welcome the paradise of hope
to breathe in the
Lilies of beauty and silent in
the grave
Sailor
my destiny and capture
my quest in the mountain of
Cedar In the valley of the living,
the eagerness
of thirst satisfied my Longing
to see you again in the dark ages
of time
tell me, my desire
has leave my self to end
the passion of
Zeal to rebuild again of once
it’s gone …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Parable of the Seafarer
The Parable of the Seafarer
Riding in the wave of Penny, watching the
ocean floor of wealth, ready to dive and drown
in the land with nobody likes to see
a shelter comes in the foreign land, transgress
beyond any time, at any deepest sea; the luck
of money gracefully come in the pocket and easily jump,
gone to the sand
wow! a beautiful cherish land, sole care of
abundance ambition, make my dream alive; with
the Lilies grown in a dirty pond, and let the fish
swear to breed inside the cupid heart of the rich sea
come on, at the tip of my hand and hold my
destined wonder to capture my desire of wealth;
find and stay in the Joy of my day, a quest for a
next day of comes uncertain journey
let me ride again, and take it back; the moment I
lost with my love one, my dignity and my life who
lives no more in my real dream
I am lost again and please
let the wave haul me back of my dream ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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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
poem by Antonio Liao
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Self-Portrait
Lucian Blaga is as mute as a swan.
In his homeland
a creature’s snow stands for the word.
His spirit is in quest
in age-old mute quest
since all times
and up to the ultimate bounds, without rest.
He is in quest of the water of which the rainbow drinks.
He is in quest of the water
of which the rainbow
drinks its beauty and non-being.
poem by Lucian Blaga from Unsuspected Steps (1943), translated by Dan Duţescu
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Rhythms of the Soul...
let the earth crumple and sake the world, for the
droplets of rain, touches the hidden blues of the
sky
let the rain pour out the sea and break the wall of
fear for the trouble wave wait the rock to capture
the shallow grave of sand, beneath the nightingale
of the night
let all the wind sleep in the swollen face of the
falling tears in the ground of doubt for the whole
hope loose taste of what the button pain brings
mark of the past
let the wonderful shinning armor of the brave hand,
hit the snooze surface and wake you up that, life is
but a breathe of forgiveness of glittering passion
with out return
walk with heart and leave nothing but a hope of a
new beginning, it’s the rhythms of the soul...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sahara Desert
Africa oh! Africa, lays the Sahara the ocean of
desert, fading like a roaring Leon in the meadow of
pasture green spheres upon the shoulder of the fertile
land
wild as the weird wild creature passionately slow
and capture the vast splendid horizon of beautiful
scenery of forested and mountainous valley of
paradise of the East, welcome the canoe of the raging
speed of wind behind the curtail of trouble sky, have
conceived the Sahara Desert
come capture the eye that made to follow the wind
invades like Spartan in the City of Greece, nourish and
emptied the rich nutrient aging plateau of wealth and
leave no mercy beyond filter of imagination
you have come in a thousand enduring beauty
surfing the blue space open skies, where a decades of
envy and thirst lips comes the paramount surprise of
wilderness ghetto of dazzling sand and a zooming wind
to kiss the ground of survival and surpass the burden of
destruction
oh! paramount phenomenon of creation, hide not
the color of your dominion and relinquish the burden
that makes the world crazy, neither the wind laugh as
you blew, nor does the water soak the thirsting body of
unwanted Lilies in the pond
come and let the Lotus of Thailand, spoil the dry land
and pray for the rain to come.....
' a poem dedicated to the Great Green Wall of Africa '
poem by Antonio Liao
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AMERICA the land of the Free
see the point horizon
of the East,
touching the rainbow of prosperity,
for all the way long dream
to hold the bridge that never
fall into the stream
of turmoil, the profane passion
of the land of the free,
now wish to cool the
warming land connecting the core
landscaping of friendship
push out not to the limit of blooming
flower, where the singing bird
pride the gentle leaves,
as it wave the color stripe of
mantle in the honor flying
stars in the sky
keep it high, for no one ever had
capture the aim that human
conqueror ceases to touch the banner
of freedom of what the
American people believed
oh! come the distained haven of hope
and nurture the infant bravery
of every vision that mankind wish the
quest to find, settle the glory of
Liberty; a loving wish of inspiration the
dream of every one’s heart
fly on the stars of courage and
conquer the fulfilling destiny of Freedom
Dear America
poem by Antonio Liao
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Nipple Tears
deserted as aged
of reason comes the
beloved elder, sibling on the run in a
storm cried and capture
in every
strangers arm of the native land,
as the warm of the sun capture the
smooth skin of the great
chosen servant
of Israel, take the zeal of the
child embrace
oh! shouted and grown in the land
of the vast dunes cover
the vessel of
great mistake, choice the shelter of
cone and bring the highway of respect
and nay! come with glory in the
perfection of the coming day
let the skin cover the sun,
haul all memories
of the ancient speech and
lead the ass of the strong shoulder
and hold the rope
of hope and mighty respect
be the bloodless coat
of every emblem
and fast the feast of the anger's
remorse, tower the thunder anger
and leave
the no man's land free
'a poem of Hope to our brother and sister
of Nations of Israel and Palestine...'
poem by Antonio Liao
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXVI: Cover
We cover bitterness with satyr
We cover sadness with smile
We cover happiness with tears
We cover pride with stubbornness
We cover anger with jokes
We cover grudge with loyalty
We cover love with play
We cover lust with generosity
We cover sorrow with toughness
We cover ambition with hard work
We cover hope with pessimism
We cover fear with deniable
We cover dream with horror
We cover shame with sarcasm
We cover lone with rebellion
We cover clueless with boasting
We cover ignorance with invisibility
We cover truth with shadow
We cover trouble with distraction
We cover envy with humiliation
We cover lie with innocence
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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When my emptiness capture my loneliness
Death comes in the most dramatic sense
of loyalty to the grave, giving
chance the change to overcome on the next level
of reality, a willed dream of chaos venture the
point of insanity
thou shall loudest laugh echo in the grave,
as the tears flown like honey to
those wish your death, knowingly they
pray your soul to rest in a few
second of your eyes that
close
oh! silent in my coffin, trusted me not in
your skin, touch me not of your sting
for running to go back home
is gone like wind, wanting to settle but
nothing than to lay down
in the soil of rest
breathe my little darling leave what makes
a man perfect and rich even, lost each moment
with the sun, the day break has rise
in a distance,
but my hand still capture the treasure in the
sand,
Lord, I am gone...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Awakening
in the deep slumber, the echo of the night lives,
wondering the sweet experience of the past,
the lasting bastion of existence of the soul
a milk in the lips of the child, hold on the
breath of each day to survive, like lime of the
sweeten tongue of every lip quest its thirst
awake every deep sleep
sow then the fertile land of wheat, for
nothing would be hungry in the each stomach
that is full, uproot and lead every sweet
strengthen sweat that touches the ground nay,
lay not the hands to toil the land for death waits
no one in the grave
leave not to hold the closing eye the vision to
walk in the valley of tears, for only the presence
of the heart will tell where the night is falling
apart, in the dream that your eyes is open to close
just be there and hold me tight, the star is there
waiting to grasp the falling rainbow in your
eyes......
“ my deep and humble poem dedicated to the loving
People who waits their beloved one in their
Deep sleep “
poem by Antonio Liao
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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
poem by Antonio Liao
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Come Journey With Me
Come walk with me in the rain.
Over there is a beautiful rainbow with
many colors of God's love shining through,
elegantly glowing across the splendid sky.
Just a few steps away, it seems to be,
over the world like an archway to heaven.
Under the rainbow, at the end, they say there is a pot of gold.
Rarely do you see a beautiful rainbow so bright.
Notice the colors as they fade into the sky;
eventually it will disappear into the air,
yet you will always remember
the beauty of God's rainbow.
Will you come journey with me in the rain?
Instantly I can smell it.
I love the smell of rain.
Take time to soak in the beauty of the rainbow,
how it's just so high it touches the sky.
Many people never take time to soak in God's beauty,
even though he has it out there,
for us to know that he is still watching over us
and comforting all who believe in him.
So come, journey with me to the ends of the rainbow.
By MELISSIA ANN SENTER
poem by Melissia Ann Senter
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The lighted Sky
tell
me the wisdom of your heart
for my soul cried for
the rainbow to come into my
destiny
show
me the whole naked eyes
of your smile for
the calls of my pain drops the deep
memories of ever lasting
teardrops that falls down into
the check of forevermore mountain
of hope, settled in our dream,
now blown out earnestly
to the color of the
blue sky
conquer
dear sky the open
little candle of your cool winter
solstice and leave
the silent echo of the heart of returning
home in your only pasture
land, believing the
way of moving on is a
sweet goodbye …
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Humble Pen
What dreams we have
We share with the pen.
What love we find,
We share with the pen.
What happiness we find,
We share with the pen.
When our soul bleeds,
We find solace in the pen.
When our hearts are broken,
We find comfort in the pen.
When all hope is lost,
We find salvation in the pen.
And when we leave this mortal coil
We will leave the pen,
For our Children to pick up.
For the pen, is a rainbow,
For our dreams, hopes and fears
Where the heart and soul has a voice
Where love resides for your fellow man,
And where beauty is found everywhere
It confirms our existence, our beliefs.
And though our lives are brief
It is a noble quest,
A gift of love to the world,
And a seed of hope,
So Let the children plant and nurture this hope
And they too will see the rainbow.
Let this legacy nourish their lives
With love and beauty,
And let the humble pen go on,
To find the next voice,
The next chapter on this wonderful planet, we call Earth
poem by Steven Cooke
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Sanatorium
Welcome to where time stands still
No-one leaves and no-one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labelled metally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see my freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They Keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see that why my brain says rage
Sanatarium
Leave me be
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone
Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?
No more can they keep us in
Listen, dammit, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell
Sanatarium
Leave me be
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone
Sanatarium
Just leave me alone
Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again
song performed by by Metallica
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Welcome Home
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred
Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Cant they see its why my brain says rage
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Build my fear of whats out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that Im insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
Hes getting better, cant you tell?
No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, its such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again.
song performed by by Metallica
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His Staff and Rod
I can be content with what I have, knowing I always have His staff,
For I have His staff to comfort me, on my journey towards Eternity.
With His rod Christ guides my way, down the path every single day.
Times get hard, this is for sure, but I know that I do have The Lord.
Christ leads me in valleys so low, in places that I don’t really know.
The times that I don’t understand, I know for sure I’m in His Hand.
And when in the Hand of The Lord, in any place I know I’m secure,
For any place that I should go, The Lord is with me, this I do know.
When the valley is dark as night, I have with me His guiding Light,
His Light guides me in all I do, as I travel the valley safely through,
And as I travel to higher land, I’m being led by God’s Mighty Hand.
Along the way I take a stand, to praise the name of The Son of Man.
On my journey I sometimes stop, high above upon a mountain top,
It’s a mountain high so I can see, what The Lord can do through me.
Christ fills me then with a zeal, that lets me know His Love is real.
And with this zeal I can testify, He still is Lord who reigns on High.
God can reach you where you are, it doesn’t matter if near or far,
For He is God of the mountain peak, on every day of every week,
And He is God in the valley low, and any place where you may go.
Just call on God from anywhere, and my friend, He’ll meet you there.
(Copyright ©01/2005)
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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Flame in the Snow
oh!
great life come and manifests
the passion of a little god, splendor
your beauty, and gloriously lift up
the longing heart of a tested
paradise
you live
for a million and millions amongst
the stars in heaven, and lead other
creature in the universe;
you make the past borne to present
and hold time in, for the
future of your service relieve, nothing
but you
trust dear heart,
the cyber ages may always surf
the sky, yet a clout of words,
captures the entity
of the immortality of the soul; and
as you view
the whole journey of the rainbow,
breathe the
beginning of your lasting hour
with the giver of
life
open your heart to the zeal
of service and let every reason of flame
ignites smoke of delightful
snow; a guarantee of a passing day,
for the eyes
can’t touch the burning crystal soul
of your
heart
oh! dear heart placidly goes to the
stream of returning home ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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Zero to Hero
paddle force renders strength, it will just
catches fist than fish, thou the river turmoil
makes sense the Lilies gives scent
draw line between sign and close your eyes
certainly the ears listen to the stream,
many come in pain, but when honor
retain the hour capture the pain
come nestle in my little dream, leave with
something that sing, the smile that you bring
will give you a gentle rain
nay you hope for the best for a better it
will only just make you least, for not
anything you want will come in a little glance
but a simple quest everything will take you
to the very best
wait it will just come...
poem by Antonio Liao
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