Antonio Liao Poems

one morning it will come that i may have a
wagon of carpentry tools and let my friends
build houses for our neighbor, who just live
in shanty shelter
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cast the devil till eternity, move out the
devil thought that lure every heart to plunder
my joy and happiness to the valley of infinity
of fire
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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
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hate me not, for my love blind your heart,
and bubble the dream we've wish, the
desire that give us the thirst of the past
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look the flower in the meadow, as the butterflies
eagerly sweeping its nectar of sweet pollen, with the
bees dazzlingly hurdle the zooming wings amongst
the leaves of huge ants
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gripping and stumbling down, like a stream of
straw berry in the milky sweet lips, waiting for you
to come in the middle of the meadow of daffodils
in the dawning morning
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the canticles of work, shadowed the voluminous
documentation of projects and titles found and
resemble in the office, made the real guy the
man; fitted to lift the moral esteem amongst the
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oh! beautiful and wonderful night when the sky
is so bright, what a complacent flower in
the early morning, as the bees and the butterfly
sip the sweeten hyacinth of the petal flows
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in the Calvary Jesus call God in a swiping voice
Father, hold me near in your mercy, as Mother
Teresa of Calcutta, whisper God in her conquest
to end the misery of the people of India
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oh! great and magnificent Orchestra loud sweet
and sound, echo in each heart; wishing to hurdle the
ears that sing with the tune that weaken my frustrated
soul to sleep into the age of every beginning I believe
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