Sunday, August 26, 2012

Artist and Watercolor

"If I were an Artist"

If I were a sculptor I'd carve you in stone
and chisel you out a mouth
and place you in my home
and you'd stare back at me
and you'd smile just for me
and I'd forever be lucky to see
you carved happy
If I were a painter I'd paint you on canvas
and color you like the spring
and place you in my home
where you'd stare back at me
and you'd smile just for me
and I'd forever get to see
a painting of happy
If I were a poet I'd write a poem for you
and tell the world what I love
and place you in me home
and capture in words the feeling of you smiling
and tell them what it means when you smile for me
and I'd capture forever in words that I'm happy
a poem of happy
I'd write just for you
Oh, if I were an artist, I'd be able to keep
forever the memory of you happy with me

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"Autumn Watercolor Golds"

At the dawn on the road I await it
the fog to settle and sit
and the autumn rains to come
and wet the leaves like watercolor golds
I await the deepest reds and
I want to number the oranges
and capture in colors
while wearing my coat
the feeling of Autumn and
what I love most
and run, run, run, run, run
in the fog and the autumn rains
and watch the world become
watercolor golds
and when I stop and stare
I want to see standing there
a home waiting to welcome me

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Pennies and Moons

Am I the waveless sea?
A starless night, oh yes, that's me
A wounded bird without wings
this has always, always been me

I spent my pennies in a well
and I would count the moons as well
and hope for a blue moon
I'd wish on times and fallen lashes and hope and pray
but faith passes
and I am hopeless

Am I the waveless sea?
A starless night, oh yes, that's me
A wounded bird without wings
this has always been me, always me

I found you wounded and alone
I was alone for a long time, too
but here I'd found you
I hoped for happiness and to find a way and I realized today
my faith passes
and I am hopeless

Am I the waveless sea?
A starless night, oh yes, that's me
A wounded bird without wings
this has always been me
I am wishing on moons
and planting pennies inside water
hoping to grow some hope
but I am hopeless

I am like a waveless sea
A starless night, it's always me
A bird without any wings
Always, always, always me
I have wished upon blue moons
and found, I found you
But pennies will not save me now
I am hopeless

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Wrong

I like your opinion when your mouth stays shut
I like your feelings when they're in your own gut
I like your ideas when they don't contradict mine
I like the way you live when it's not out of line
I like to put you in a white square
and tell you how to cut your hair
I like to label you in permanent ink
and make you stutter if you try to think
Here's a spoon and I will feed you what I make
and here's a mask, yes I know the smile is fake
I like your clothing when it looks like the rest
and when you are perfect, that's when I like you best

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

More Time for Angels to Die on the Horizon

"Do Not Ask an Angel to Die"

you do not ask butterflies to swim
then do not ask that of him
you do not ask polar bears to fly
then do not ever make him cry
you would not expect a moose to sing
then why demand what he can't bring?
if you will not ask a rose to blink
then why tell him what to think?
you do not ask angels to die
so, why do you even try?

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"...more time with you..."

sliding hands upward from the wooden floors
up along skin and upward behind closed doors
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
time is passing of what I would
be doing if I had more time with you
tracing shapes across your stomach slowly
regarding you in front of me like you're holy
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
time is passing of what I would
be doing if I had more time with you
breath, hot, and steamy leaving trails on skin
kisses linger and the scent I am calling a sin
knees are bruised upon the hardwood
but time goes by as it should
while I'm finally doing what I want with you
and my lips are soft all along your leg, along your thigh
and my breath is warm like a whispered kiss ever going high
and my tongue is hot and wet and it warms you to your core
and I bring you in and bring you down while you're wanting more
and I bring you in and bring you down until my knees are sore
and promptly sir, when I am through, yank me off the floor
for time is passing of what I would do
if I had more time with you


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"Chase the Horizon"

Call her "Horizon" and chase her daily
try to catch her as she drifts away
For Horizon is ever ready to make you run and runaway
She'll bruise your feet upon the path leading towards her
She'll make you weak without a thought to not pursue her
and if you weep she will not be there to comfort you
She will be ever forward, what else shall you do?
Call her "Horizon" and chase her daily
and when you think you are closer
Horizon will break you barely hanging on and go ever faster
She'll knock you down and tear you apart upon her pathway
She'll break your heart as you keep going day after day
and if you think you finally will catch her you will cry
She's moved farther onward and she's going on by

by Elizabeth Azpurua

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Amazed I Wait at Home at Night

"Waiting Home"

Slow down darling, you are too young to be so scared
Why are you crying? there is love everywhere
I am waiting here, like a guardian today
and when you come home I will remain this way
oh, why are you fearful? the world is new to you
come now, be cheerful, there is a place still for you
I will find some way some how some better day
don't be worried and don't be so afraid
I am working this all out and by the time you get home
I will have it figured out and it'll all be known
Isn't life grand if you can just give it a chance?

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"Color Us Night"

My color is blue and your color is grey
Color the night like it might always stay
Give us the stars and paint the way in golden lights
Capture the moon and color it new
I want to behold forever only ever you
Give me the stars and paint up my life with golden light
I quite like watching the stars
I quite like seeing you smile
yet my color is blue and remains so blue
and you, you, you, you are grey

Color me yellow and color you night
Color us to match the world so alive
Give us the stars and paint the way for us in golden lights
Capture the moon and name it for truth
I want it to be named after only you
Give me the stars and paint up my life with golden light
I am counting the stars
Just to see you smile
But my color is blue, is blue, blue like day
and you, you, you, you, you're still grey
like the stormy day, ah, the day

Color us night, darkness and night
Color us to blend in to the twilight
Give us the stars and parade on our hearts those golden lights
Give us the moon and it is named for you
Let it proclaim only the truth, the truth
Give me the stars and paint my life right with golden light
I will name the stars
I will see you smile
And I will be like the night with you, with you
and you, you, you, you, you will be the moon

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"Amazed"

I see the new day, I see the new dawn
I see the new way I will write a new song
I will be the new one, the better, the happy
I will be the one to say I am finally free
I will write you a story and a message to share my thanks
and I will bless you and help you all along your way
I am indebted by you and by all that you contain
You are amazing
Quite frankly, no one compares and ever will
You just are that extraordinary
How can anyone harm you?
I do not know, all I know is you have the magic
and I will write for you and I will write for you
I see the new day, I see the new dawn
I see the new way I will write a new song
Ahead of me a pathway
and it leads to new days
and I thank you the whole way, I thank you the whole way
You amaze me

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Doctor

I do often wonder where we went wrong and where our paths diverged
I often wonder how someone who cared could turn such for the worse
I look about and see you and wonder why you did this
and said what you said

Doctor, Doctor
I am sick here and I have a problem
Can you fix me?
Doctor, Doctor
I am confused and I need some one's help
Will you help me?

I do often question why you said what you said and reacted as you did
I often question the meanings of your words and what you hid
I look around and know that you never cared, but this
it cuts deepest, it cuts quick

Doctor, Doctor
I am sick here and I have a problem
Can you fix me?
Doctor, Doctor
I am confused and I need some one's help
Will you help me?
and you did, did, did, did and did, you helped and did
and then you took me by the hand
and you said you'd always be my friend....

I do often remember all the lunches and the moments and the gifts
I often remember how we'd sit and explore life in bits and bits
I looked around and realized hours had passed together
but no more now, never

Doctor, Doctor
I am sick here and I have a problem
Can you fix me?
Doctor, Doctor
I am confused and I need some one's help
will you help me?
and you helped me right along, and on, and on and then you
you unfixed me
gave me a disease
you turned around and told me I'm the sickest thing
you left me
told me I'd never be pretty
and you left me

Doctor, Doctor
Who will fix me?
Doctor, Doctor
I am confused and don't know what to say
you hurt me
you hurt me
and left me

By Elizabeth A

8/6/12

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Red Bird Costume

I have tied red ribbons around these wrists of mine
and I have draped my body in red feathers fine
I have worn a mask made of paper sail boat remnants
from a sunken ship of hope hanging on in fragments
I have walked waterlogged and soggy after dark
with broken shoes through a forgotten foggy park
where my little feathers fell beneath an old swing
like a scarlet songbird had stopped there to sing
I have gazed at the moon and felt melancholy woe
where glinting off the barren ground atop the snow
lay the echoes of my costume in a shredded crimson pile
of feathers and ribbons and a mask of crumpled style
I have dripped mascara into a bright red sash
and thrown away paper wings right into the trash
I have screamed at the sequins and glitter on the ground
with an alarming, sad, and most dreadful sound
I have left a trail of red all along that cheerful place
like a morbid bird died there wearing a paper face
I have torn off the ribbons once tied in bows on my wrists
and smashed apart a paper mask with my angry fists
where not a trace of once loved boats remained in the mess
to tell the tale of hope and what the mask could express
I have shredded the feathers like a panther shreds its prey
and I have left a glitter trail in crimson all along the way
I have walked across the park to a river with frozen toes
dragging one last remnant of the symbol of my woes
I have tossed the scarlet dress into the river bitter and cold
and stood with shivering bones like one now deathly old
and I have turned from the water and walked in freezing skin
towards a silver garbage can to see what might lie within
I have found a ruined jacket with patches and with holes
that reminded me of myself and all my hopeless roles
I have walked away long after dark wearing just a coat
grasping a crumpled piece of paper that had once been a boat
leaving behind a park that seemed a grave for red songbirds
telling a story of a broken heart without any words

8/4/12

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Tragic is the Dreamer Who Dies

Errors mar my pretty face and I believe without a trace my dreams will seep out of my mattress each night
There will be not a sliver of hope inside of my leather quiver of woes and nothing can shoot me back to home
I will harbor the enemy of me which happens to be the only thing I can fear at all which has always been illusions
I might wake from restless sleep and stare me down in a mirror and realize I'm doomed and realized I am confused
I will cry these hopeless eyes out and not understand what it's about and look at myself and see there is nothing left
I will carry the weight of distant dreams like mountains bursting at seams echoes reminding of things I failed at
I will drift to and fro in sea of despair and slide under these walls and not know how to care and when I wake up
I won't see me anymore, no I won't see me.........but a tragedy