Flaming Lips Poem by Antonio Liao

see the dying soldiers wounded in the
battle in the name of freedom, lies in the dunes
of sand thirst but not hungry; losing as if it
face the sky nay a close of his eyes for mercy,
instill, a turning side between sides to ease the
agony of a fading light that tears the pain over a
smell of gunpowder of a sweat embraces of
misnomer of nook for a rest

as the foot step touches the sacred ground of life,
the first journey of challenge invites the naked
mother’s swollen womb, to take what the best in
words to live bye and the final hibernation of
manhood begins with a big bang in the doorstep
of its final resting place; traverse the solemnity
of every songs that lauded in the altar and learn
to accept the given time

hail and hear the bell rang, a nowhere to find but
a place of agonizing soul recites, recalling the
silent of the soul reset and takes its recourse to
move face to face of the traversing time, anchor
off the living flesh and receive the never ending
beginning of salutation of love, the endless
murmur of lips started to begins


hurry to win the interwoven of triumphant games
as it waits to flame …..