Antonio Liao Poems

every child's dream is to receive, a gift from Santa Claus,
no matter what gift, as long its from the Santa of christmas
time
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as life lives in a part of profane world, the immortality of
soul, struggle the sting of death, in a boundless, limit of
earthly pleasure
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all the while, they both enjoy, all the time they rejoice
in every minute they always think, all the way everything
will be fined
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eyes see everything what the heart feels, for
only the eyes tell the meaning of the heart, nay
the soul reveals what the heart defines that
the window of the soul, is the illusion of the eyes
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dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
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kings and their mighty kingdoms, in the ancient world, wore
splinded clamorous robes and dresses with illuminated
color, a symbol of their mighty kingdoms
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i hate people who enter my life, believing that they have seen
me in the dark, knowing that they have lost my identity, like a
shadows of the crops, worn out in the field
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i gaze out in silent of the moon light night
and whisper on the north east wind, the
alluring sound of the cricket, pushing me
to sleep
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i come to bow my soul, kneel upon your mighty name, the
light that illuminates my spirit, beyond other power on earth
and in the heaven who brings me to the eternal Father, my
immortal Adonai, the one who is and pre-existed in name,
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all part is one, and each part has gone
let all make as one, for each has partner to
be done
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