Andy Caldwell Poems

my father bleeds internally
he needs.....me
in his recovery
his heart beats erratically
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In mindful consideration
I kneel down and pray
close my eyes and fold my arms
then stumble out with
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poems flow in my head
in the middle of the night
when I lay in my bed
as sleep evades me
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faintly I hear
universal music
the music of spheres
and inside the sound
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little girl lost
so pure so innocent
two months old
her body is a mess
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late tonight
I have turned down the lights
my room is fairly dark
illuminated solely 
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if you read my words
let me know how they affect you
if you feel effects from my work
let me know good or bad
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I have lost the passion of my youth
and lived in this grown up world
with popular opinion making graying truths
no more black and white absolutes
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a new year begins 
and endless possibilities
for good or bad events
but not much really changes
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Chan....... a state of being
a balance
a state of grace
peacefulness and bliss
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