• Don’t just lie there…with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…restrain sad poems…written of you.
    A lump in the throat…fill our eyes with mist.
    Paper clouds
    cover a soldier, name Chris.

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    Don’t just lie there…with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…restrain sad poetry…written of you.
    A lump in the throat…fill our eyes with mist.
    Paper clouds
    cover a soldier, name Chris.

    Oh, don’t lie there…with your eyes closed
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…look at the living you’re going to miss.
    Remember the times when jokes were sore?
    Laughing,
    ’til we hurt more and more.

    Don’t lie there…so still; open your eyes,
    Vanny Chris.
    Lift your head!…your girl longs for a kiss.
    She loves you more since you went away;
    Marriage,
    settles her mind everyday.

    Don’t just lie there…in that boxbed; get up,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…please dry the tears that fill our eyes.
    More than life, we want you free…to live;
    Sharing
    gentle peace…you kindly give.

    Oh, but rightly so; there with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    War!…demands life-blood for freedom’s niche.
    Fighting with a greater love, we painfully admit,
    Paper clouds
    must cover–a soldier, Chris.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Far across this magnificent blue ocean,
    America protects a familial love.
    Asian war stirs hearts–an angry potion,
    detaining a dose of heaven above.

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    Far across this magnificent blue ocean,
    America protects a familial love.
    Asian war stirs hearts–an angry potion,
    detaining a dose of heaven above.

    An iron fight is dressed for a jungle bed;
    sleep eludes my weary eager mind.
    Peaceful…comes and goes thru my head;
    freedom longs to leave war behind.

    Sitting here, revelous…in a sacred gaze,
    anticipating a mad struggle to leave.
    A soldier ripping thru this terrible maze;
    craving joy against immanent grief.

    Brilliant imagination can never be brighter,
    within loveable terms of expression.
    Intimate strains arouse happy tears–easier,
    ascending my heart…in gratification.

    Sad yearnings stimulate a senseless aim;
    tear ducts submit to a liquid flow.
    Severe pain awakens this bodily frame;
    arms and legs are desparate to go.

    Affection emerges from an angelic glow,
    evoking chase for heaven’s flight.
    Distant America…appears painfully slow;
    betwixt an urge of a hearty delight.

    American sights are beautifully explained,
    remembering my associate reality.
    Sealed with a kiss, my destination is plain,
    heaven’s flight–travels for eternity.
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