Wild fire

Wild fire

A Poem by Caleu Andrade

The product of war, the nature of greed. What we do, becomes what we seek. Unbeknownst, unwilling I became the gun,the bullet streaking through your hair as gentle as air, as smooth as a gentle stream. Call to arms as the machine seeps through the blood stream. Heart beating to a forgotten song as the boy inside dies in your arms. Holding onto the hope as his last breathe forms wings. Years gone, older than I should be as I roam the quite halls of dried tears. With the amber still lit the fire within begins to grow. We become what we do, we become what we seek, we.

© 2013 Caleu Andrade


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Caleu Andrade
Caleu Andrade

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Man Within, "Where I've come from doesn't matter. What does is that I'm now here." Caleú Andrade Frazier I'm a producer currently working on my first Private Sundance film. A military.. more..

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