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Wonder Why

She's feeling like Atlas
The burden upon her,
And all she can do is Wonder Why.

He Stares out the Window
Regrets but says nothing, 
And all he can do is Wonder Why.

Living through memories
Like clothes out of fashion.
Forgotten we hold our dreams
For inspection.
Then drop them embarrassed
Too long we have waited
Till they have just faded,
Till We have just faded,
All We can do is Wonder Why.

Copyright © Andrew Culjak | Year Posted 2019



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Son of the Sea

He listened to the Sea as She sang Her song, 
It was blue and deep and would last lifelong 
In his blood Her hold of the Son was strong 
Who forever is free as He sings with the Sea and passes Her song 
Along.

So He'd sing to Us his song of She and each time He sang something different He'd leave

To One he gave strength another compassion, one duty, or joy, he'd give in this fashion

To all that He sang He gave just what We'd need.  
Above all in His song it was love We would feel.

I listened to the Sea when He sang Her song, 
He gave Her to me and will last lifelong 
In my blood the song which He sang is strong, 
To His memory I'll sing
And We'll pass it along.

Copyright © Andrew Culjak | Year Posted 2019

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My Father's Eyes

You know that I love you.  It's nothing you've done.
He said as we stood in the aisle of some store, 
I am the only one, 
I have to take care of.  It has to be me
That I'm thinking of and I'm looking out for,
That's why I have to be free.
As I tried to smile I said, I understand and it's all right.
I just couldn't look into my father's eyes.

I might be dying, he said on the phone.
Over thousands of miles and too many years
Twenty had come and gone.
That's why I called you.  He said, I know.
Though we haven't spoken I lived with this fear
That you would forget or perhaps just let go.
So I'm glad I called, he said I understand and it's all right
Relieved I couldn't look into my father's eyes.

Then I held my face
In the mirror the rest of the night
Finally I looked into 
My father's eyes

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It Never Really Happens

THE TELEPHONE RINGS BUT I WON'T ANSWER
THERE'S TOO MANY THINGS I DO NOT RECALL
KEEP SEEING YOUR FACE INSIDE THE RAIN THAT SPLASHES ON MY WINDOW
I DROVE ALL NIGHT TO WATCH THE STARLIGHT FLICKERING ON THE ROAD

WE SAID SO MANY THINGS THAT HAD NO MEANING
WE GAVE OURSELVES WITH NOTHING TO GIVE AT ALL
IN TORTURED ECSTASY WE DANCED FOR RITUALISTIC REASONS
WE WAITED IN SECRET SILENCE PUSHING BOTH OF US TO FALL

I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU KNEW ME, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS

AN OPEN DOOR THAT LEADS INTO THE DARKNESS
HE STARES INTO A VOID THAT'S HELD HIM CLOSE
BEEN BROKEN SO MANY TIMES FROM DEMONS WRAPPING THEIR ARMS AROUND HIM
HE TURNS AWAY FROM WATCHFUL EYES HIS HUNGER SEEMS TO GROW

BEEN WAITING INSIDE HIS PAIN THAT'S LIKE A FORTRESS
FOR SOMEONE TO BREAK THE WALLS AND SET HIM FREE
THE TINIEST OF GESTURES CAN REDEEM A FALLEN ANGEL
HE REACHES OUT TO ONE WHO PASSES MUCH TO BLIND TO SEE

I THOUGHT I KNEW HIS HUMANITY, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS

A FIRE BLAZES RAGING THROUGH ALL REASON
OPINIONS AND BELIEFS HELD ONE THE SAME
HE GIVES INTO HIS SELFISH INDIGNATION AND FEELS RIGHTEOUS
A SMILE PLAYS OUT UPON HIS LIPS AS HE TAKES CAREFUL AIM

THE FACES CHANGE THE CAUSE WITH EVERY SEASON
AND HISTORY IS EASILY IGNORED
SURVIVAL, GOD, OR DEVIL MAYBE POLITICS THAT MOVES US
IT ALL REMAINS A HATRED THAT'S INSPIRED US TO MORE.

I THOUGHT I KNEW THE WAY THE WORLD SHOULD BE, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS.

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She Dances Alone

She dances alone on New Year's Eve.
I watch her as I wait for skyrockets to burst
Against the starry sky in colorful obliteration,
While my breath hangs in frosty plumes for midnight.

Framed in a picture window she dances,
With forgotten drapes left open to me.
Around her the powder blue nightgown whirls,
Eyes closed, arms raised in supplication

She gains a momentary sense of youth
As in silence she seems to laugh.
Infected, her joyous moment fills me
Swept along as this snapshot transforms, unfurls

From two people solitary, untouched, 
Into a lifeline transcending the truth
For the future when reflections of the past
Shine upon the present with a glow of harmony.

While my breath hangs in frosty plumes for midnight
She falls from her façade, reclaims my crutch
With a smile sad, fading like her momentary youth
She turns out the lights, and leaves me alone to dance.

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Nature's Gift

The day will come,
More quickly than the time it took
For me to recognize it would
When my family is undone.

But nature's gift

As you, with unsteady step
Into the world leave mother's breast,
And protective warm embrace
For a more uncertain place,
Perhaps to be adrift.                         -

Is this moment

Of tenderness and playful pride
While each heartbeat fills our lives,
And never can be stolen.

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The Bra

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing,
On Mom and Daddy's bed.
Up and down, up and down
While Mommy's getting dressed.

Changing, throwing, landing
White Mountains at my feet
Something new to play with
The mountains call to me.

Stopping, flopping, sitting,
With wonderment and awe
Reaching out, mouth open
To kidnap Mommy's bra

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
Will I have boobies too?
Mommy smiles until she hears
When I get old like you

Honey, baby, sweetie
You won't for you're a boy.
Only girls can have them
We each have our own toys.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
I'll take the toy I have,
And share it with the little girls
So they won't feel so bad.

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Might makes Right

The arrogance of justice
In foreign eyes is seen
When dealt by hands so callous
And minds uncomprehending;
That justice served not justice won
Is not justice at all,
But fear which drives the mighty
To dominate the small.

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JULIE

Justified in admiration, she's loathe to believe.
Unbeknownst to her the reasons others do perceive.
Languished in a life compared, she feels that she is wanting.
Instead of despair from that which she finds daunting,
Eventually she steels herself against all doubt; 
   opening her heart to let her love come pouring out. 

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First Snow

Virgin snow under
Morning sun. Crying out for
Me to leave Angels.

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