Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I Know Why God Painted This Sky

I love the way the night reminds me of you; subtle
starlight in the distance shining through
and when the mornings come and the
barest color reaches sky
I think to myself I know the reasons why
God used the colors He did to bring
His world to life
He found love in miracle of the eternities
and tried to paint her essence upon
So I see in all the wonderment
your face; it's heaven sent
and I adore you

by elizabeth azpurua

Monday, March 28, 2011


tilt over the ledge
come back, come back
spin over the edge
and I'm back, and you're back
and we're here
like cardinals in spring
what will this bring?
More songs, more wrongs
More titles and phases
and endings to phrases
I love you, I love you
I loved you, sang I
I love you, I love you
was not your reply
Cardinals darting and darting on by
this Spring will bring another reply?
tilt over the ledge
come back, come back
spin out on the edge
Come back when I'm back
and we're here


By Elizabeth Azpurua

Friday, March 25, 2011

I Used to Be an Angel in a Meadow

"Not An Angel Anymore"

broke my wings off
and tucked them in the corner
you thought i wouldn't notice
and that i would stay on the ground
took my halo away
and placed it in the dresser
thought i wouldn't notice
in my reflection my glow is gone
you slowly wove me into a sickly figure
no wings, no halo, not an angel anymore
you took my harp and my voice
and gave me a hole in which to stay
here i thought i had found a new life of freedom
but i only gave up my purpose to condone yours
i'm not now
so what's next?


"Who I Used To Be"

I used to wait by the door and by the windows
I wished on blue moons and stars and willows
I collected thoughts and dreams and hopes and years
I counted signs and trees and reasons in shapes of tears
Maybe I was broken
Maybe I am a fool
But I knew who I was, didn't I?
I played in dreams and painted things I held to
I wrote out my screams and wished for truth
Now I dart back and forth to your upbeat tempo
I still try to spin the way you want me to
I really just want to curl beside this rock here
and pretend that this planet is another sphere
Maybe I am broken
I might be a fool
But I know who I was once upon a time
If I wanna dance upon the edge of evil to claim the right, I shall
If I want to play the music of the fools to bring them wisdom, I will
If I feel the power in my palms at the sight of his face I'll feel a thrill
and if it scares you than I will keep walking along this path, I shall
Maybe I am broken
I'll remember one day
Until then I'll remain this shell of secrets, reasons, hopes and dreams
Of unshared thoughts, wishes, needs and silenced screams
I'll wait by my windows and by my doors
I'll count the signs and number the floors
I'll banish the nonsense while fighting the impossibilities
and when you call me a fool I'll recall one thing
I know who I need to be
and I know who I was


"Meadow of Yellows"

it's a cloak, a guard
and a shield, said he
a promise never kept
and I'm in this place waiting
with a city light loft
and wishing for that
castle on the hill
that cliff on the edge
a meadow of yellows
and a memory of love
it's a cloak, a guard
and a shield, said he
but he never came back for me
he never came back for me
he never came back for me
and I can't find the place
that space
Before that girl and her vampire friend
I had a meadow of yellows near a cliff
and far below there was a sea
but I'm not sure where this place could be
and he never came back for me
it's a cloak, a guard
and a shield, said he
a promise never kept
and I'm still waiting
it's a lost key, a lost map
a lost time
and a lie
he never came back for me

All by Elizabeth Azpurua 3/25/11

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Swan Prince

Bernadette spun the webs and played the song of your soul
spilled the pearls from the chest and made you play this role
She made you her swan and told you to dance and when you failed
she plucked your feathers and served you before them
Her wicked nature made the birds cease their songs in the trees
and the sun hid her face when she left you there on your knees
Bernadette tore from you the essence of what you might have been
when she plucked you bare and served you to them
I was helpless upon the shore too far away from her evil lare
I could not bring the kiss to change you with how much I care
And so you her victim lead a lonely life awaiting your demise
where she would strip you bare and feed you to them

By elizabeth azpurua


Sunday, March 20, 2011

Rainbows Aren't Found Underfoot

We all thought we had it planned out
thought it made sense
played in crayons on the carpet
and drew rainbows
but rainbows aren't found here
We made murals in our tears then and traced their tracks across our faces
and hated the image
and cursed the mirror
and threw out the memories
drowned them in songs
and nothing made it better
and the carpet still remains stained
in a sad version of hope
rainbows aren't found here
rainbows aren't found underfoot
I will run out these doors after the rain
I will shout to the sky after the pain
I will scream at the clouds going insane
Until there's a rainbow up there
Until there's hope up there
Until there's more than the blank sky I never wanted to keep looking at
I am not taking more crayons to the carpet

By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/20/11

This "NEW" Home

made out the letters and made the calls
told them i'm losing everything that I had
and made them all sorry and made them all sad
i held up the ends of my torn hair
i put the closed sign and said i dont care
but in reality i faltered and i felt weak
but they said it'd be OK so i'd try to sleep
and in the mornings i woke day after day
i found the days became less tinged in grey
so even when storm skies fill up the dawn
i will keep on walking keep going on
there may be missing the days i grew in
there may be missing the rooms i played in
there may be missing the place i had known
but i will make new memories in this place i call home

By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/18/11

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Pharaoh Could Lose the Birds

"The Birds Don't Know"

The rain is falling like heavy marbles on this roof
Your lack of a response troubles me
And cuts through marrow
Through feelings
I suppose you are being entertained by the blue jays
While I am waiting on ravens
I suppose you are being cajoled by the melodies
While I am writing tuneless songs
But at some point you will end this silence
And I will feel like you drowned me


“Could Lose You”

I have been often wayward and wishing for a better day
I often wander away from the crowd and don’t return
You were always forsaking the beat walking away
And you never really needed the drum
I watched you grow from and oddling into something great
But your eyes never see you and maybe it’s too late
I can’t get you to focus nor get you to dream
You won’t ever plan and you won’t believe
And when the day ends and I didn’t tell you the truth
I always wonder what I had to lose
I have been often relentless and fretting for everything
You calm my spirit and take my soul and set it firm
I dash back and forth between what is happening
But you show me how to learn
I wake knowing you have the potential for infinity
But let you go to sleep not thinking anything
I can’t get you to focus nor to dream
You won’t ever plan and you won’t believe
And when each day ends and I never told you the truth
I realize exactly what I could lose
I could lose you
And who you won’t ever become
“Pharaoh’s Curse”
Like a scarred hand reaching in the darkness
Her thoughts contaminate our minds
With negativity and
And when she is holding onto the tomb
Of the Pharaoh in her hands
I will let her bear the curse
And I will walk away
From hatred and


All By Elizabeth Azpurua