Antonio Liao Poems

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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oh! boy, a child eats bread, even cap wave of handful
fingers linger in disarray

beautiful wish I see, letting that little cute sight
want to peep in the silent of the whole
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quest fast asleep, in night comes to break
of morning's best hour to rest

poor lips speak pour out mama's milk, funnel
like breast in the mothers' womb a brace
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playing with joy, a laughter
that made the wood to cry, even
the great strong trees
wait the zoom breeze of the sea
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