Cocktail Warrior Poem by Antonio Liao

ride in blues with glamorous shade where
every blink resounded echo horn listen
as the sun goes down to rest

sound waste no time, people gather, like
X-men ready to bang anybody who wish to
fight; trembling but not afraid, happy but
not victorious for the sun has yet to close

stream patches the rock of strength, as the
river ready to take charm in the sea, many
have leaded its way, until the vintage of
time is willing to climb

tonsure zero break the innocent mind, the
child tongue rushes to speak and the feet
ready to walk, chain the riddle of sight
and quest the wisdom to go

the armor shine but the sword is dull....