Si el brillo de tus ojos
dejase de cesar
a mi vida tenebrosa
jamas nunca alumbrar,
perdiendose en la negra
suerte de mi tristeza
para querer chispiar
la vida que le queda,
y de cenizas brotar
a "fuerza" una vez mas
la lumbre tan ardiente
que solo el sabe dar-
me sentiria perdido
y de frio moriria
sin direccion- buscando!
su brillo vida mia.

Life is so sweet
being at your side
wrapped with in your arms
and lost in your eyes,
Breath of life
air that I need
to stay alive
the only deed,
of you I ask
love me forever
love me intense
and forget me never
'cause my life with out you
woul be incomplete
your my inspiration
you are what I need.

What lovely glare
adorns your hair
that falls so freely
euphoric flares,
glamour of sunrays
hangs down your cheeks
and gives a challange
the day to seek.
What lovely aromas
your body spurs
and ever smoothly
glide through the air
fragrance of flowers
your essence springs
delight is what greets
the air one breathes.
How full of life
your eyes spark up
like shooting stars
in skies embark
captivating the eyes
that see such feat
in contemplation
lost in its gleam.
What lovely smile
adorns your face
stampped on your lips
the sweetest tastes,
and from your mouth

Entrap an existence
where the clouds brisk your face
where the sun always shines
where the winds glory trace,
Conclude "OVERWHELMED"
to a defining stage
where a walk in the clouds
towards eternal strays-
'till a horizon of "JOY"
breaks across the skies
and astonishing beauty
"BEDAZZLES" ones' eyes.
Esfume all your essence
to the air one breathes
'till it turns to a necessity
that one needs to live,
piece-out of your warmth
its indulging flare
so that the ardor it rays
upon one is glared,
and air-out the emotions
that within spring forth
the benignant care

goodbye my love goodbye
good bye and au revoir
as long as u remember me
i'll never be too far
goodbye my love goodbye
i always will be true,
so hold me in ur dreams till i come back to u

SOLDIER IN THE RAIN

I’m just a soldier who stands in the rain;
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey,
Ruled by lust and love of money.

But, what can I say, when I serve her true,
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, that I’m here, it's hard to believe,
We're just the victims of those who deceive.

As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church,
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.

Off in the distance I see an arc light,

SHOULD THE COLD HANDS OF DEATH REACH FOR ME?

The truest words, which portray my love,
I speak to you from within my heart.
May we always recall how we feel,
Though through conflict we're forced to part.

No one can say how long they will last,
For life is not everlasting.
Yet most hope to be blessed by love,
By he who does our casting.

As the fear of battle bites my flesh,
My thoughts of home help keep me sane.
There’s no guarantee that I’ll survive
But either way, I'll serve without shame.

Should the cold hands of death reach for me,
I pray my soul will awake from sleep.

SO DEAR TO MY HEART

So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone.
Everyday I see death, hate, and corruption
Combat is God’s proof of man’s malfunction

For family, comrades, and myself I pray
To my love with this poem I wish to convey.
I knew I loved you though never how much
Till by war, I’m forced beyond your touch.

Where violence thrives, there’s the stench of death
With the taste of fear on every breath.
Who shall prevail, who shall die?
As the sadistic kill beneath God’s sky.

Baghdad has become man’s highway to hell

SHOULD TOMORROW START WITHOUT ME ?

Should tomorrow start without me
Remember I love you.
Looking down from up above
Seeing everything you do.

If I become a casualty
I pray you will love again
Whom ever makes you happy
I’ll consider my friend.

Should tomorrow start without me
Remind our boys, God loves all who care.
And when life seems too harsh and cruel
With “Him” they must share their prayer.

I have proven I’m not a coward
Who breaks and runs to survive.
Always fearing death will kiss me
As the streets of Baghdad I drive.

Should tomorrow start without me

THE BATTLE FOR BAGHDAD

Determined though scared, I walk my beat,
On the deadly streets of Baghdad.
Searching for any who plot our harm,
Or by our death are joyous and glad.

Standing in shadows caused by the moon,
I'm reminded of my nights back home.
I wonder if the woman I love
Is growing tired of sleeping alone?

I feel remorse for all who live here,
For this place is a madman's hell.
And those who wish to keep it that way
Must be killed or locked away in jail.

My greatest fear is not my death,
But that I'll end up in a wheelchair.
Disabled for the rest of my life,