Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Burn Up Love Like This


I know you're aching, hurting, fighting
needing, wanting, longing; it's frightening
the future dark, dim, cold, turn on the light
I have the car keys
let's drive
I know it's maddening this life we lead
come and pull up the weeds
and end this
It's burning, scorching, up, up in flames; it's over
And you're standing in the remains
Why is it so damn complicated?
I don't know, dark and cold
let's create a bonfire
I'm waiting here
spreading the gasoline
I want an explosion
someone light the match
It's frustrating, you're aching, he's screaming
she's bleeding
It's a mess we weave into knots; and I'm cold
dark, alone, and like stone we settle
don't settle
I say let's leave together
but this life holds me back



"Mirage Called Love"

She choked you
brought you to your knees
in satin and pearls shaped like bullets
She made you beg her
need her, want her
and you turned the other cheek
all you became is for her stepping
your back is for her feet
Stupid boy, she doesn't love you
Stupid boy, she never did
Stupid boy, just stand and shake her
but you're too much a gentleman
He broke you
brought you to your knees
in leather and smokescreens and illusions
He made you need him
want him, feel him
and you burned for his touch
just like the fool in love too rough
Stupid girl, he doesn't love you
Stupid girl, he never did
Stupid girl, just turn and leave him
but you're not enough of a woman
You dumb fools, let go, let go and move on
you dumb fools, this love is all too wrong
They hold your heart strings
And they end your breathing
All for what?
For a mirage called love

By Elizabeth Azpurua 2/23/11

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Under the Circus Tent

Can we pretend it’s summertime? Sit and watch the stars
as we lay on our backs in the grass?
Can we go inside and make believe we are kids in carnival days?
I want to see the circus and play
Let’s make cotton candy and I’ll feed you pink fluffy clouds
and then turn around and kiss your mouth
Let’s use this quilt and you and make a circus tent for two
and from the patchwork roses I find glee
Can we pretend it’s summertime? Can we bounce around
and do circus tricks?
Let’s get high like trapeze artists in our exhilarating fun
Let’s use this quilt while you become the circus tent
and our make believing fun won’t ever end
You’re the Ringmaster and I’m glad to say that this
made up summer joy is marvelous


Sunday, February 6, 2011

.......not that it matters.......

I know you get tired of reading
of looking and seeing
of holding my hand as I battle the past
and cradling my sorrows in your lap
I know you get weary with my leading you backwards
while I bring you down into this pit
and in each moment I relapse
you are there, ever constant and strong
I know you get tired of hearing me cry
of helping my tears dry
of being my shield to get through the night
and forcing me to keep up the fight
I know it's repetitive, tiresome; too many words
and you just would like to quit
but is it really such a hard task
to be there when I'm faltering on?
...........maybe. maybe, maybe I should walk away
into some other distant place
take out my mind and cease all these rhymes
shut off the hymns and the noise
maybe, maybe, maybe I should runaway
never hear another word from me
and when you get lonely and come looking someday
you'll find my empty mind by the seashore
........but here I am
an island...amidst the transcending moments
and you are but a pebble on the ground
until I need you again and you come be my friend
and listen to my mind and every sound
and somehow, somehow, somehow,
you learn it's not such a hard task
........................'til then, it's more words, more poems
more nonsense you pretend to read here
and not that it matters, but you are my anchor
and the darkness is growing again

Choked the Lion Dead

“Dead Lion”

You were brave like lions in a grave
Soot and sand your home
I was warning before the storming
But now I stand alone
I was trying to get you to see the clouds
But no matter how great and loud
My voice cannot reach your closed off mind
And now my dear, we’re out of time
So go and roar your mighty roar
Inside the tomb of the ground
And I will be seeking all the more
And I won’t even hear your sound
You were brave like lions in a grave
Forever silenced then
I could not make sense to you
And so I lost a friend
I wish I could go back and change all the time
Wasted that you wouldn’t pay me mind
But no dear, it’s over, the ground holds you now
And I cannot reach you, I’m not allowed
So go roar your mighty roar
Inside the tomb of the ground
And I will be seeking all the more
Unable to hear your mighty sound

I choke, every time, every way, every rhyme
I fall and
bitterest of all
is the closeness that I never could close
the line never crossed, now dead, I suppose
but in every moment
passed by
my tongue sticks to my mouth too dry
and nothing changes
at all
by Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Make Me a Prince Charming

I am wishfully thinking and parading these dreams
making mountains out of molehills and
cradling screams
You are battling dragons in a hill faraway
while you're proclaiming the reasons
why you've gone away
I am twirling in circles beneath the stars here alone
while the night birds all call me asking
why I condone
Your absence that clearly left me in this tower
like a forgotten gem I am sealed away
here forever
But I tell the birds that it's all OK.....
Prince Charmings aren't born
because they're made

By Elizabeth Azpurua