Sunday, December 30, 2012

Embers and Ashes

You burnt the church
I burnt the bridge
You burnt the house
out on the ridge
I burnt the meadow
and burnt the boat
but I can't let go
of the taste in my throat
of the ashes in the air
and the smoke all around
and the soot in my hair
and the embers on the ground
I walked away from it all that day
as it went up in flames
and blew away
Yet I keep glancing at the embers
and how they glow
but who remembers?
I keep the ashes in my pockets
like an anchor to the past
and I wish this wouldn't last
but I can't move on
You burnt the church down
I burnt the bridge
You set fire to the house
out on our ridge
So, I burnt the meadow
and burnt the boat
When will I let go?
Maybe I won't
Remembering ashes in the air
and smoke all around
and the soot in my hair
and embers on the ground
as I walked away that day
my world up in flames
nothing left to say
nothing left to say
When will I look at the glowing embers of the past
without any ashes holding me there steadfast?
I wish I could toss them out far into the sea
but I burnt the boat that used to be
the vessel for my relief
You burnt the church
and I burnt the bridge
There's no more house
out on that ridge
Ashes for a meadow
Ashes for a boat
Nothing left that I know
and no antidote
Ashes through the air
and memories in flames
and soot in my hair
embers were names
but the ash in my pockets I hold too tight
remembering before now, before the fight
When will I look at the glowing embers of the past
without these ashes holding me there steadfast?
I would toss them out far into the sea
but for some reason I keep them here with me

by: E.A.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Antrim Coast

All the things that I loved most
I found along the Antrim Coast
where cloudy skies met crashing seas
and tangled my locks inside the breeze
The foggy morns met rainy days
where sheep along a cliff did graze
and all about along the coast
was history that I loved most
with tales of Giants from long ago
told often by those who know
this place of mystery does host
the magic of lore along the coast
and Irish skies meet the stormy sea
to strike a chord deep down in me
with all the things that I love most
along the rocks of the Antrim Coast

by: Elizabeth Azpurua

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Fondest Dream

last night in dream i dreamt of birds
an albatross and friends
where with large wings they flew me high
over these mountains
and i thought it passing strange to me
to dream of birds here meant for the sea
and then recalled my fondest dream
to have the waves right next to me
for if I was a bird with wings
I'd fly from my mountains
and go in search of distant shores
and gather up my friends
and though be it passing strange to see
a flock of birds here meant for the sea
the truth be told my fondest dream
is to have the waves right next to me

Friday, December 21, 2012

Hold One and All

The moment may never be
and we will try to raise up our hands
and shake off the chains that bind us down
into these forbidding lands
While people will mock and point and laugh and children will all go cold
as we as foolish as we can be argue over what we have been told
May we gather our young and gather our new
gather our old and gather our few
May we hold one and all and hold all near
and keep one another close with no fear
The moment may never be
that the world will shut her eyes forever
so we shake off the chains that hold us captive
and learn to be wise and learn to be clever
While those who mock and point and laugh will one day wither away
let's not be foolish and blind and walk far from the better way
May we gather our young and gather our new
gather our old and gather our few
May we hold one and all and hold all near
and keep one another close with no fear

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Day

Harold in the day that the day doesn't end
and the day that the world didn't stop
and bring about the day that we don't pretend
that we are all dying just to rot
Wake up that morning and tell them all the truth
no pretense, no softening of words
and let them know where you stand and where you go
you're not a sheep in their herds
Harold in the day that the day does begin
and the day where you love for real
and recognize the love of a friend
and learn again how you should feel
my tongue is at war with my ears
and my soul is waging battle with my heart
my mind is sinking slowly inside of my fears
and my body is yearning for some art
but though it be weary I keep going on
and waiting for the day when the day seems long
where the people don't follow like sheep to a cliff
and hope isn't just four letters and a 'what if'
Harold in the day that my day does begin
and the day that the world is brand new
and bring me a friend who doesn't pretend
like somebody else I once knew
my tongue is still at war with my ears
my soul still waging a battle with my heart
and slowly my mind is sinking inside of fears
yet my body is needing a new start
at life

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

December 12, 2012

"Twelve Stones"

Twelves roses in a vase and they all died and fell in crumpled remains
and upon the road I found twelve stones and gave them names
I filled the empty vase and set it out to remember what life is about
but stones don't smell like roses
Twelve days and I waited in silence once and felt the weight in me
and cried out twelve nights for peace to finally settle inside, please
but the weight of the pain was like stones in my soul and my soul
wasn't meant for stones at all
Twelve months and I knew it was coming to an end and it hurt
when I realized twelve months passed I tossed the stones in dirt
I threw the vase out and let it shatter like my heavy soul for
I don't want stones anymore

12/12/12

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"December"

It's blown in again, this colder wind
that settles in my bones and then
I just need a friend
The snow blows by in a grey sky
and there are times that I cry
for Spring at night
December is closer than November was
Yet December is just full of Santa Claus
and what I want are tulips and daffodils
not winter skies or snow capped hills
It's settled down again, this cold air
and it blows around inside my hair
with a chilly flare
The lights and trees all glow these days
with packages of bows and plays
and Jesus' name being praised
December is closer than November was
But I am already tired of Santa Claus
when what I want are Spring rains and budding trees
not waiting through the Winter wearing fleece

12/12/12

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"World Can't End"

The light in your eyes I cannot see
Nor feel your arms wrapped 'round me
Nor find you wrapped beneath my tree
Nor sleep at night with you by me
For miles apart and days and years
And with the mounting of fears
After having shed many tears
Are all of these alarming fears
That I will not see you again or
Hold you close needing more
Nor see you smiling at my door
While knowing I need you more
Because they say the world will end
Yet I hope that they pretend
It cannot end without you my friend
Please tell me they pretend
I wish your smile I could see
And feel your arms wrapped 'round me
The world can't end until this can be
It cannot end without you with me

12/12/12


Saturday, December 1, 2012

Winter is Coming

"Winter"

Candles and lights and trees abound
and red ribbons tied 'round the street
with each little flake I am feeling
angels are falling on me
and they're whispering songs
as the greet me from heaven
and wrap me in arms of ice
Mistletoe clinging to branches up high
leaves me trying to reach toward the sky
I have faltered on ice and snow in the woods
while on the way to you
but Winter can't stop the warmth in my heart
whenever I think about you 

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"Coming"

It's coming.....20 days left they say
It's coming.....and the world will be done that day
So they say
So they say
But I am dreaming of touching your face
and hearing your laugh
and sharing your space
I am dreaming of being held by you
so the world is not ending, no, this isn't true
It's coming.....20 days left they say
It's coming.....and the world ends on that day
But they say
and they say
the craziest things
For nothing will stop all my dreams
I am dreaming of touching your face
and hearing your laugh
and sharing your space
I am dreaming of being held by you
The world will not end until this is true

12/1/12

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Redefined

Settled into town you did I see with my eyes
Squared with a peg and bricks built of lies
Not a lot of sense near the waking time
You're hiding
Confiding
Built a little cave you did I have realized
Fermented skin and brass not paralyzed
Broke out of fear in liquor and lime
You're hiding
Deciding
 
Sip brandy, chug wine
Walk the level on the line
Break the balance entwined
with a lady confined
Sip whiskey, chug wine
Waking up with no sign
of yourself now redefined
after letting go of your mind
That's fine
 
Made a space for you with lust on the rise
Spurred on by a thong and shapely thighs
Not a lot of sense near the waking time
You're hiding
Finding
Got a mystery under lock and key immortalized
Temples bursting into whispering centralized
Near your fears in your mind this time
You're hiding
Blinding
 
Sip brandy, chug wine
Walk the level on the line
Break the balance entwined
with a lady confined
Sip whiskey, chug wine
Waking up with no sign
of yourself now redefined
after letting go of your mind
That's fine
 
Squared with a peg and bricks building your lies
Make a tomb of mortar and wait while it dries
Won't make a cozy bed at the waking time
Keep hiding
Biding
Your time 'til it all makes sense and the lights turn on
Your time 'til you recompense what you have done wrong
Your time 'til the lies break down with an empty song
Your time 'til you realize this never made you strong
 
Sip poison, chug wine
There's never a level on the line
No more balance when entwined
with the devil inside
Your whiskey and wine
Won't feel so divine
when you wake up redefined
by the monsters in your mind
Was it fine?
Was it fine?
Was it fine, now, tell me so?
What is right in this light, do you even know?
 
Built a little cave you did I have realized
Fermented skin and brass not paralyzed
Broke out of fear in liquor and lime
You're hiding
Deciding
Finding
You're blinding
Yourself with your lies
 
Sip brandy, chug wine
Here's your devil on a line
He's laughing now entwined
with your lady confined
and you're waking with no sign
of yourself now redefined
with no traces of the mind
you would find
if you'd tried
if you'd tried
 
by: Elizabeth Azpurua
 


Saturday, November 24, 2012

Nonsense

ink stained hands dragging through locks
ruddy autumn hues of burnt orange
across a brow, a cheek, and capturing
freckles as you sleep
your breath smells like cardamom and sugar
and the sound of your heart beating
makes a tapping on my lattice work heart
while I relish in your dreaming
I will fall asleep in hemp and lavender
whilst you sleep in silk by me
my walls are stained with saffron
and your eyes are the color of juniper leaves
with skin like vanilla cotton on me
and my room is filled with incense and nonsense
like the shadows of our dreams
but my hands are stained in ink
from the sketching I was doing
while I watched you fall asleep

By Elizabeth Azpurua




Monday, November 19, 2012

Red, White and Blue

"RED"

it seems it comes down to red
red lips, red around a head
and red, red wings in a tree
red hair, red clothes
a red dress, and red goes
'round and 'round all about red
red heart, red love, red all above
and there's red in lips and love
red, red wings in a tree
and a red rose reminding me
it's all about the red
red lips, red around a head
red hair, red clothes
and a red bed
I see it's all about the red
red, red, red, red, and more red

11/19/12

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"WHITE"

It's not that I dislike the golden skin
but you see what moves within
is the thought of white against my white sheets
It's the way the cream colors blend and I want
to just dive right in
because I'm in love with white skin
Like milk, like moonlight, like white cotton, too
and smooth like silk beneath my fingers
I like the white way of you
Your white skin, freckles and
the way you lack a tan
I adore the way your white skin looks on me

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"BLUE"

Wherever I go I carry the thought of you
I recount the knowledge of your eyes of blue
Yet time whithers away the shade I can't recall
Each year passing I feel the memory get small
I know your eyes were the richest hue
Of a startling glorious shade of blue
But if a painter handed colors to blend into you
I could never quite recreate that shade of blue
Like lapis lazuli seas and stormy waters
So alluring and so captivating, too
But I can't quite explain that shade of blue
Only that it was a color I learned because of you

11/19/12


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Dark Wings

Devil in my eye, your music is your laugh
and your sorcery is binding me
and I choke on the thought of your name
The dark wings that graced your shoulders
know not of this barren ground
and whence you came, ah, what was this sound?
My name like a caress of darkness
You beguile me and tie me in ribbons of lust
and there is no force on this earth inside me
that contains my desire
Devil in my eye, your tongue is your weapon
and your fingers have erased me
and I gasp in memory of my weightlessness
The dark wings that graced my shoulders
knew not the longings of my lonely soul
and whence you came, ah, such a sound!
My name like a caress of darkness
You undo me as I'm bound in chains of lust
and there is no hope on this earth to save me
from my own desire

11/14/12

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Little Light

dirty rags on her feet
and a troubled crease in her brow
with sand stuck behind her ears
waiting for hope not knowing how
she carries a bow on her back
and her arrows are made of bone
and she stands waiting on ships
still lost out at sea all alone
and she holds the little lamp higher
for the lighthouse fell long ago
and her arm is so very tired
and she fears the light she'll let go
and the sea just churns on ever more
while her feet are numb and cold
and the waves play tricks on her eyes
while she waits there growing old
with her sable strands in the wind
and rocks deep in her skirt
she waits with one little oil lamp
and a heart heavy with hurt
so she holds the light ever higher
for the lighthouse fell long ago
and her arm though so tired
still won't let her little light go

by: elizabeth azpurua

Friday, November 2, 2012

Wealth of Coffins

"Tiny Coffins"

Take the items and pack them
tight, pack them small
and pack them all
Label them and stack them
high, stack them tall
just stack them all
and like tiny coffins inside a cemetery
you will line them up inside perfectly
and one by one you mark them off
and wait until you can
hold them again

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"Wealth of the Deep"

She longed for the sea like a bird longs for sky
and dreamed of the clouds as they'd roll by
as she'd sit on the shore and sing to herself
of the boundless wealth of the deep
She longed for the sea like a mermaid would
wishing for a home near the waves if she could
and soothed herself just to dream of the day
she'd dive into the wealth of the deep

11/2/12

Monday, October 22, 2012

Born Again in Your Hands

pale, moonlight kissed and ethereal
like a living work of art
and kissed by fire and light
and then I feel falling apart
and I'm breaking before the start
put your hands on me and don't move them off of me
just move them over me
and under and in between
place your lips on me and kiss me senselessly
and kiss all over me
and sensual and seductively
Oh, in the moments when the walls don't know how to contain us
I...I want to fall to pieces and be born again in your hands
so destroy me, then erect me, then re-break and rebuild me
I...I want to fall to pieces and be born again in your hands

10/21/12

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Lonely Heart

"Breaking Heart"

they say the wind whistles through the barren trees
on a cold winter night
but is there a way to describe the sound of a breaking heart?
the air is empty, the love becomes a swelling thing
to burst out into nothing
where no receiving hand awaits and no kiss can comfort
it is far different than wind in barren trees
it is like the sound of fire becoming ice
and choking off the fumes
of futile love

10/9/12

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"Lonely Morning"

in the lonely morning sunrise where the sheets all seem so cold
and your emptiness is threatening to keep you in its hold
and the moment your eyes greet your room you see a sorry sight
for there is no lover by you and the room never feels bright
and don't worry your pretty head
these days will go by you
because someday with someone else
you'll awake again brand new
and until then when you wake alone inside your empty bed
just remember these days will pass and better are ahead

10/21/12

Thursday, October 18, 2012

On A Page

If nightmares were cobwebs I'd be wrapped up tight
and if wishes were fishes I'd be fed all night
and if mountains were molehills I'd never stumble
but I seem to be always about to crumble
into words
filling spaces
on a
page
If love made us stronger I'd surely be braver
and if mercy was common I'd be a Savior
and if reason was practiced I'd be one of the wise
but seems I'm a fool now in the disguise
of a poet
filling spaces
on a
page
If memories were coffins I'd have been buried by now
and if doubts were on fire I'd have burnt my house down
and if hope were a butterfly it'd still be a caterpillar
caught stuck waiting and growing bitter
spitting words
filling spaces
on a
page

10/17/12

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Enchanted Kiss

If I laid in an enchanted sleep
would your lips be the ones
that awaken me?
Or would I wake to solemn hymns
of a battled waged where
you did not win?
I wish I could in token keep
your laugh with me inside
to lighten me
For if ever the darkness lasts
in a world gone cold
in scattered ash
I'd like to wish if but somehow
your lips on mine
could seal our vow
Wherever we be in wake or sleep
that you and you alone
will awaken me

10/13/12



Saturday, October 13, 2012

Running Shoes

Darling, don't be so sad
I don't want to be the reason
I just want to change your mind
and tell you so
Darling, you don't run fast
but each time I get close
You start running and I
just don't want it so
 
Don't make me the reason
you put on your running shoes
and run, run, run, runaway from me
Don't make this an issue
that you have to put on your shoes
and run, run, run, runaway from me
Don't make me a reason to start
running
 
Darling, don't be angry
I don't want to be the why
I just want to help you up
and stand by you
Darling, you get so sad
each time I get close
You want to get away from me
oh, but what did I do to you?
 
Don't make me the reason
you put on your running shoes
and run, run, run, runaway from me
Don't make this an issue
that you have to put on your shoes
and run, run, run, runaway from me
Don't make me a reason to start
running
 
Darling, I'm sorry if I make you scared
Darling, I'm sorry if you think I don't care
Just let me tell you, tell you how
much I could love you right now
Don't be sad, or angry, just let me
show you before you are running
I don't know how to keep you here
when you're putting on those shoes, dear
 
Don't make me the reason
you put on your running shoes
and run, run, run, runaway from me
Don't make this an issue
that you have to put on your shoes
and run, run, run, runaway from me
Don't make me a reason to start
running
 
Darling, please don't keep running
 
 

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Salt Water and Hope

Her spine outlines her frame
in stark contrast to the food on her plate
She nibbles at the food as if it will
poison her
My stomach aches in hunger
in response to the food on her plate
I salivate wishing I could taste it
for her
Her gaunt frame tells me she
doesn't trust enough to eat
My aching body confirms
the reason I need meat
but I have salt water and hope
to satisfy my hunger
and she has a wasted feast
not getting younger
I would take that entire plate
and savor every bite
Yet to her, she can pick in
disdain; it's not right
When she leaves the table
and the bounty before her is wasted
I fall to the floor
If I were even able
I'd have eaten what she never tasted
to fill my poor
body more than salt water and hope

by elizabeth azpurua

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Schizophrenia Reverie

Well there's something I can't feel
and there's too much that's not real
and I can't catch the light any longer now
The mistletoe has crumbled
and the garden is overgrown
I feel trapped inside a coffin
in a dress I've never sown
Well tell me what is real?
and tell me what you feel
Dynasties will fall before this illusion dies
I am still reeling from a magic carpet ride
and there's nothing new here
but there's voices I hear
Well there's something I can't feel
and there's too much that's not real
and I can't catch up to the light anymore
The towers all toppled
this seaweed is not from my home
in a startling song from a siren
I feel lost in world unknown
Well tell me what is real?
and tell me what you feel
Continents will shatter before this illusion dies
I'm still pretending I was a magic unicorn's bride
and nothing is ever new here
but the voices are all that I hear
and they're calling me.....

By: E.A.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Living Mind

"Get Back to Living"

No remedy in sight for this, but broken shambles in my fists
You're insecure and I am afraid
What we have isn't so safe

There's ions of time to spend on this and I am incapable of it
The times I made inside my bed
I unraveled in dread

So take my weary heart and make it beat again
and break open my deep shut eyes
So I will see again
and wither away my walls I built to keep them out
and take me over the edges
and break me out
I am waiting to get back to living
but this trying not to is debilitating

No reason for my battle waged against the world of hope
I was insecure and I was afraid
for where was love ever safe?

There's mountains out of my molehills and I can't cope
What does a girl like me feel
when nothing feels real?

So take my weary heart and make it beat again
and break open my deep shut eyes
So I will see again
and wither away my walls I built to keep them out
and take me over the edges
and break me out
I am waiting to get back to living
but this trying not to is debilitating

I just want to breathe and I want to leave
and I want to scrub off my harder edges
and erase the stains and break off the chains
and tear down these unwelcoming ledges

You're insecure and I'm afraid
What we have isn't so safe
but I want to try to try to live again
because not trying is not working, and
Take my weary heart and make it beat again
and break open my deep shut eyes
So I will see again
and wither away my walls I built to keep them out
and take me over the edges
and break me out
I am waiting to get back to living
but this trying not to is debilitating

by elizabeth azpurua

10/6/12

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"My Mind"

I know my thoughts are not your thoughts
and my mind plays different tunes
My dreams have been unraveling
and I wonder often if yours do
I know my days don't go like yours
and there are ways to make this better
My time is spent differently than you
and I think perhaps if you could ever
see things the way I do
maybe you'd know why I think like I do
I know my memories are not the same as yours
and my mind is a maze of metaphors
My dreams are nightmarish and complex
and I know you don't care what they're for
But if you could live like I live just for a day
You might understand the tune my mind plays
And if you could wake up and in this bed of mine
Perhaps you'd understand the ways of my mind

10/4/12