Posturing Ego Poem by Antonio Liao

Lay down every leaves that fall into
the darkest side
and envy not the shadow of pain

the icon that glitters is just but a color
of the silver dust of the
dawn; dusk the wind that float into the sky
and hold nay the ego of the past

hold on the line that continue
where the smile of your dream capture the
wisdom of time when you'll still
young to cherish

though in every tears gifted the ecstasy of being
one to come; each blessed
night rushes the splendid laughter of crumble
ground where the
night listen to the broken pieces of
conquer flame