Antonio Liao Poems

clash of desire
augmented with prayer, birth the real
gesture of being
free, for an eloquent revolution
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waiting patiently
thou stranded with my tears of joy, listening
to the wave that invite
my dear soul to the abundant
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let me tell you, beyond this time
things comes without pain
for a grown up birds, whisper when
every time the wings fall down
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tie in a knot, rope in my shoulder,
something that hold my lips
to whisper my tears, look up my feet
full of angry muscle ready to run
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morning have open the mist,
just as the scattered blowing wind, where
hundred of hour past, a hymn of
celebrated feast
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feared as the asses of fire, dungeon of many stories and
heaven of the pyramid of Egypt, known to be the wealth of the
past, angered by the fangs of rodent tail
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Hail, hail, hail this day,
wave like angles
wings that close the sky,
the drifter of many
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flesh came to being, rapped
with linen cloth,
feet wrap with sheep sandals, roaming thru
daylight until the opening
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made with dust, origin of no beginning
power only by breath, the great existence
of Life has pave the way the vast richness
of the earth
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much more can the eyes can speak, yet the lips
just murmur and poke a little thou eyebrows tells
of what is today and tomorrow will be glad to say
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